For this week's blog, list at least 5 places where poetry hides, for you. Read through and comment on other comments. This may become a place for you to begin your next great poem!
One student’s list of where poetry hides:
in pages of unused journals, too pretty to write in
in the trinket box of treasures
in the collage of photographs on the refrigerator door
in our family conversations
tucked in dust jackets of old picture books
in my ring collection
in the one-on-one basketball played with my dad
in that first dive into a swimming pool
in the tangle of shoes under my desk
in the old collar of my dog who died
in the moments of comfortable silence when people read
in the morning silence when I first wake
squeezed between the books lining my overfull bookshelves
in popping popcorn
in the vase of flowers on the kitchen table
in the dusty feather boa that frames my mirror
under the lid of the wicker laundry basket, always askew
in my collection of boxes, each housing a story
in the way my mom cooks dinnerin my old running shoes
in the post-Halloween candy wrappers strewn across the floor
in my blankie, which I once took everywhere
in the pink lamp that sends rose-colored light into the hallway
in the loving, playful eyes of my Golden Retriever
-Nanci Atwell