It's time to word weave, one of my favorite ways to play with thoughts. A new-to-me poetic form was shared last week by fellow poetry writer/slicer, Rose Cappelli. It is called the Magic 9 and it was developed by accident. "This 9-line poem does not have any rules as far as meter or subject matter--just a rhyme scheme: abacadaba". You can read more about this poetic form here.
I share my first attempt at a Magic 9 poem based on a walk with my little granddaughters by the creek in my new neighborhood. Almost four-year-old Sierra rides her bike noting what is along the path. She excitedly discovers some dandelions. "Look Grandma, there are dandylions."
Dandylion Surprise
Dandelions here and there
Pose in spaces by creek's side,
Swishing soft feathers in the air,
Waiting to toss little pillows
Of springtime wishes everywhere.
We laugh and run to find some more
As baby rides in her stroller chair.
Then, listen for nature's sigh of pride
While one large bird soars with flair.
©CV, 2021
It's Slice of Life Tuesday at Two Writing Teachers. I join this community of writers to express my thoughts in both prose and poetry.
