POETRY DOCTORTM
"Working the World of Words."
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POETRY DOCTORTM "Working the World of Words."
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Featured kids poet of the month: POEMS BY KEILI GRACE HAMILTON (age 13) WATER RUSHES
Quietly,
The
lake runs
Onto a sandbar.
Creating an
Erosion.
I sit there
Watching the moon
Twinkle
Making a reflection
Upon
The lake.
The lake connects
To the sea.
An endless chain.
The rapids
In the sea
Are as brisk
As
a
frost bite
A water ride
It gets smoother
Towards
The end POEM OF THE WIND Sitting, Trees
bare and glazed With
frost. Standing,
Jeans
and light jacket Wet
from the rain. Breathing,
Fresh,
cold air Speckling
my face With
mist. Flying,
Clouds
seem closer, Wind
in my hair. Dancing,
Wind
in my soul, Dancing
and cheering. Standing,
Jeans
and light jacket Dry
from the wind, Yet
wet from my tears. Sitting,
Tears
frozen by the wind.
Extended
Metaphor Poem My family is like a blooming flower, My mom is the stem, feeding into the ground Bringing food and water to us all, taking care of us My dad is the strong, bold bud, holding us together and Protecting the most intricate elements My sister is the pretty colors spreading across the petals Can give you allergies with her stubborn pollen We can all smile and stare in awe and are nothing without her. I. I am the gently shaped petals, Stretching in all directions, I am fragile, yet I put it all together
FEARS I
am afraid of losing friends or
family or anyone who
has made a change in my life of
people who silently long to kill
and kill again of
weapons and knives I
am afraid of wars starting for
reasons that don't even make sense I
am not afraid of falling asleep but
of waking up and realizing I
am not awake, but merely buried
under the dirt, surrounded by
mahogany coffin of
Sunday nights or
of Monday mornings of
falling from great heights and
roller coasters of
hidden diseases that
might be there but
could not be there I
am afraid of the old men drinking at the bar and the junkies hanging
out across the street LOVES I
love laughing surrounded
by people I love and
not caring who's around of
movies and pictures showing
fond memories and nature of
hugs and warmth feeling
the heaviness of another person's care
for you I
love Friday afternoons and
Saturday nights music
playing proudly at a
Broadway show and
in my earphones I
love everyday that makes an
impact on my life and
new friends and
ice on hot days or
of cool swaying trees laying
in the shade at
my camp on
hot days meditating
in the windy plains with others I
love writing poems about
things I love and
things I notice that
other people seem to love
Keili Hamilton has already published an article in a girls' magazine and reports that her favorite subject is, of course, English Language Arts. She lives in Brooklyn, NY, with her sister Lulu and her mother and father, both of whom are writers.
THE AXELROD KIDS began as poets at an early age:
Drawing of Daniel Axelrod at age three by Jessica Axelrod Here's Daniel E. Axelrod at age 3. STARTING THE FIRE The fire is cracking crumbs chipping off the newspapers like crusts, going up the stove, the pipe the chimney and then the papers all burned up to just pieces like worms left at the bottom.
Here's Aileen Chin Axelrod at age 7 ½.
THE BLUE JAY POEM The blue jay flies above the ground, sorcering through the sky. Watch him go to his nest. Have you ever seen a blue so blue? Birds are lucky because they can fly. All other animals have to buy their wings or cry.
Kiki Dollinger (age 11), Austria Das Jahr Wenn die Blüten des Frühlings sprießen, wenn die Früchte des Sommers reifen, wenn die Bltmtter des Herbstes fallen wenn der Schnee des Winters taut, ist ein Jahr vorbei. A Year After the spring flowers have bloomed, after the summer fruits have ripened, after the autumn leaves have fallen, after the winter snows have melted, a year has passed. Translated from the German by Herbert Kuhner
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