A poem by Rilla, age 4 1/2.
That is to say, “Cup can drink out of itself.” Got a bit of a zen-riddle quality, doesn’t it? Even more so, in the multicolor crayoned original.
Today is Poetry Friday. Rilla was inspired to write a poem (this was one day last week) after Rose and Beanie and I had made one of our frequent visits to The Poem Farm. Amy’s funny, fresh, thoughtful verses make you want to start playing with words yourself.
Today is also the Feast of St. Agnes—which, falling on a Friday, kind of begs a reading of Keats’s “The Eve of St. Agnes,” doesn’t it?
This week’s Poetry Friday roundup an be found at A Teaching Life.
I Am From: Because Loni Asked So Sweetly
“We ran as if to meet the moon”
Poetry Friday: The Solitary Reaper
Poetry Friday: Understanding
Sing, cuckoo, sing