I facilitated a poetry workshop for my son's 5th grade class today. After hemming and hawing about which lesson to work on, I finally decided on the one I called "Listen Up!"
The students took the project seriously and really worked hard at crafting a poem within the guidelines of a sound based poem from the perspective of an intimate object. Today, for poetry thursday, I share my son's poem.
Happy Poetry Thursday!
What the Homework in the Backpack Hears
A child whines.
“Just a few more minutes, mom?”
Beep, beep as he channel surfs. The shout
of the TV. Pencil dances
across my face, scritch, scritch. Rush
to complete me. Triumphant voice
yells, “Done!” Ziiiip.
Back in my prison,
I wait the night.
The rustle as crammed coats
crowd the closet; the day begins.
of a pencil sharpener. Soft
black lines whisper as they right
The click of a calculator, snap
of a pencil tip. Board
markers squeak. Oak tag doors
close and I sigh, silence.
--Eric, age 11