Good Poetry Is

a rock that shines in the shadows
a tree that bends with no wind
a water plant in drought
stardust in your hair
water droplets after a rain

"good" poetry comes
writing itself
leaving me surprised
and breathless
with its truth.

good poetry
spews and bubbles
like a science student volcano
and grows and flows
i transcribe the dictation

and when its finished
i step back and read
filled with joy
and say, Wow!
who wrote that?

Poets United:  Midweek Motif

The Joy of Poetry

Five Minutes with a Child...Enlightenment

I read three books

Got three Skittles

I read at home

I get stickers

Get a bunch

I get a toy

MS E made a volcano

She dug a hole 

with her hammer

Poured stuff in

Where are the frogs?

The volcano blew up

MS E put a can in

We put dinosaurs all around

but when she poured the liquid

the pterodactyl died

I kissed Summer all day

Ms E can't hear

She's old

And she's nice

I was good today

Played outside twice

All the dinosaurs died

I really like Olivia

My pictures, Z's story with enlightenment for the day and foolishness because I should listen more.
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