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02 April, 2017: Love Song

READ A POEM

by David Young
Love Song

For Chloe

I guess your beauty doesn’t
bother you, you wear it easy
and walk across the driveway
so casual and right it makes
my heart weigh twenty pounds
as I back out and wave
thinking She’s my summer
peaches, corn, long moondawn dusks
watermelons chilling in a tub
of ice and water: mirrored there
the great midsummer sky
rolling with clouds and treetops
and down by the lake
the wild canaries
swinging on the horse mint
all morning long.

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“Love Song” by David Young, from Field of Light and Shadow, Selected and New Poems. Knopf, 2010. Used by permission of the author.

ABOUT TODAY’​S POET
David Young is a poet; translator of Rilke, Petrarch, Du Fu, Celan, Basho, Holub and others; and scholar with books on Shakespeare, Yeats and Modernism. An emeritus professor of English at Oberlin College, he currently works at Oberlin College Press.
 

WRITE A POEM

April 2nd is International Children’s Book Day. Choose your favorite children’s book and write

  1. a poem from the point of view of the main character
  2. a poem that is a letter to the author,  or
  3. an ode to books, reading or librarians.

 
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N. K. Hasen
I am The Hungry Caterpillar

I munch all day
Green leaves are the way
Munch, munch, crunch, crunch
I am the hungry caterpi

Must eat my fill
No time to stop and mill
Munch, munch, crunch, crunch
I am the hungry caterpillar.

This one is a tasty treat
I feel like I am on a retreat
Munch, munch, crunch, crunch
I am the hungry caterpillar.

My belly is growing
I guess I have to get going
Munch, munch, crunch, crunch
I am the hungry caterpillar.

Find a tree which will hold
My bindings around in and I am in the fold
Munch, munch, crunch, crunch
I am the hungry caterpillar.

My womb of lien breaks at last
I fly out flapping wings fast
No munch, no crunch
I am a fluttering butterfly now.
4/21/2017 9:48:57 PM

Chantelle Brady
Come down into the woods with me
to come and see the surprise.
Come down into the woods today.
You'd better bear a disguise.

For every person that ever was
will gather there for certain
because today's the day the
teddy bears have their picnic.

Picnic time for everyone
the little preschoolers are having
a lovely time today
eat and play with them as bears
and picnic with them on their day.

Be with them and gad about
Kids love to play and shout
and never have any cares
at six o'clock all Mommies and Daddies
will take kids home to bed
because they're tired little preschoolers.

Credit to Jimmy Kennedy for writing Teddy Bears' Picnic
4/6/2017 8:54:06 AM

Patti Hedrick
The Library -

My solace, my refuge from that battleground that is my home
The quiet place where words are not shouted and things are not thrown.
The day can be spent in learning and reflection.
No recriminations, insults do not punctuate the air here.
4/4/2017 12:21:09 PM

Rachel
Down the Hole

So tall, so short
Eat me, Drink me
Which way did that rabbit go?
Down the hole and I followed
Never to know my way again
I met a rather odd fellow, a large hat he had
And wanted to drink some tea
I fell and fell and fell down that hole
was not sure which way to go
Until the Cheshire Cat
Found Me.
4/3/2017 10:13:53 PM

sal
I turn to you in times of need,
you bring me wisdom and laughter.
You allow me space to grieve and to figure it out.
You take me places both familiar and far away.
You allow me to be quiet or to share with others.
You teach me what I do not yet know and let me revel in the knowledge I have.
You let me explore new worlds and revisit old ones again and again.
You are a friend a, confidante, a comfort. You push me to be better and let me learn about me and my world.
Your pages are with me as a constant companion.
4/3/2017 8:04:37 PM

Cuyahoga Cty Public Library
Hi Janet,
Thank you for your question. We use a copyright-free stock image service called ThinkStock for the illustrations included on our READ + WRITE: 30 Days of Poetry blog posts. ThinkStock does not provide the names of the artists.
4/3/2017 9:38:43 AM

Patrick McCune
I read it to you every night
I read it to you sometimes without light.
Standing in the dark near your crib I said the words to ease your heart.
Slow your breath and fall asleep. 1000 times I have said it all
Four daughters later who have slumbered deep.
One more time I'll say it sweet.....

Good Night Moon.....
4/2/2017 11:31:14 PM

Kim Toreky
I’m the Little Old Lady Who’s Not Afraid of Anything!

I’m so brave
and to the point
that I can hustle
and make the
scariest of situations
seem like all
was in my plans
to pacify any problem.
I’m not afraid of anything
and I will inspire you
to attempt more!
4/2/2017 9:35:05 PM

Ryan
The TV kills me
Paralyzes my mind
Forcing their bias through my eyes and ears
I see a light while holding paper
Bound between two
My mind is free
My vision clear
Explosion of words ignites my thoughts
Shows what is out there for me to explore
4/2/2017 7:17:32 PM

Tiffany Turner
One hug
Two kisses
brown eyes
Black beard
I love holding hands at the park
I love stealing kisses in the dark
I fall everytime you say my name
I smile every time you cross my brain
I will love you no matter where you are
For you will forever be my star.
So high in the sky where all my dreams dwell. For it is you who makes my heart swell.
I will remember you like you would remember your name. The love that I have you you will always remain the same.
4/2/2017 6:04:17 PM

Cara Armstrong
Not quite childhood, but middle school…

For Flannery O’Connor

I think of you living with a peacock or your childhood chicken who walked backwards, your cast off prosthetic legs and glass eyes, but it’s your words and rhythms that haunt me. You, who do not wear rose-colored glasses, whose eyes catch on Milledgeville’s billboard, barns, and boulders that proclaim “Jesus Saves” and “Except ye repent, ye shall all likewise perish” and make me look at graffiti twice for the rest of my life, I ate your Southern gothic offerings, nibbled on your vulgar and grotesque that brought sun to my landlocked Midwest winters also full of Good Country People. Your words turned my phrases for two weeks in 8th grade and left me believing that life is all nine stories about original sin. A truth I hold on to.
4/2/2017 2:10:32 PM

Elaine Bishop
you push me
you push me
you push at my hips
you pull me
you pull me
you make me do flips
you make silly noises
with only your lips
I am you race car
shiny and red
I am your blue truck battered and dead
but you still play with me daily,
I love you for this.
what a hoot !
what a pal !
my dear friend Chris.
4/2/2017 12:33:18 PM

Lora
Ode to Reading
you are
summer's light
melon's first bite
chocolate all day long
spring's evening song
a way to lift my mind
to seek, to know, to find
4/2/2017 11:50:48 AM

Geoffrey A. Landis
I posted the Read Write: 30 days of poetry to the clevelandpoetics blog, in the post about poetry prompts for April: http://clevelandpoetics.blogspot.com/2017/04/national-poetry-month.html
4/2/2017 11:40:47 AM

Janet Dickey
Could you please identify the illustrations and credit the artists?
4/2/2017 11:34:38 AM



READ + WRITE: 30 Days of Poetry is a collaboration between Cuyahoga County Public Library and poet Diane Kendig. Our thanks go to Diane and the poets of Northeast Ohio who allowed us to share their poetry.