Tongue Twister #36 Distance 7

Fawn to Doe

Tame to wild
Held to lift
Small to tall
Slow to swift.

Milk to bark
Bleat to nod
Nest to field
Soft to hard

Babe to Doe
Sniff to know
Shift to surge
Rest to go

LINGER

Oliver Ponders

On my finger
Lingers
Bits of food
Explored.

In my ears
Lingers
Motorcycle
Roars.

In my mouth
Lingers
Sweet
Energy.

In my head
Lingers
Lullabies
To soothe.

In my heart
Lingers
Devotion’s
Milk.

Finger lingering good!

Patchwork Quilt

Patchwork Quilt

Earth tones basque upon the wall,
A tapestry of roots and threads
In sepia and reds.

Queens farms turned into
Wooden three floor domiciles:
Vertical bird house styles.

We fly from basement
To Grandma’s loft
Where of’t the crullers soft

Fill our beaks
With warm and sugared dough
Shaped by caring hands to grow

Our lives, our squares
Of fabric, threaded by the silk
Of milk and tilt and silt: a quilt.

Jeanne Poland
tones,

Duet by Joy Acey and Jeanne Poland

A Duet by Joy Acey and Jeanne Poland

Graham Cracker
By Joy Acey:

May I have milk,
to dip my
graham cracker?

When it drips
on my chin
it’s a real
LIP-SMACKER!

Have you ever looked closely at the holes and indentations in a graham cracker? How many are there?
Are they all the same?  How are they different?  Why are there holes in a graham cracker? If you could travel inside one of those holes, what do you think it would be like?  Who eats graham crackers?  What is your favorite kind of cracker?  Share your poem with me.  Have fun writing today.

What a snappy poem!!!!!
A smacky snapper!

Response by Jeanne Poland:

For breakfast,
As a child
We drowned our
Graham Crackers
In a pool of milk.
Soggy ginger bites
Swam across our tongues.
Cool slurpy crumbs
Slithered down our throats.
And landed
Splash!
In warm stomach’s bowl.
To last all day.
Comfort food.

9/18/11