Split
Splat
Pitter
Patter
Nothing
Splitter
Splatter
Pitterer
Patterer
Sprinkle. Sprinkle. Sprinkle
Nothing.
Indecisive rain
Can't make up
It's mind
Hang the clothes up
Take the clothes down
Let Chloe out
Bring Chloe in
Open windows
Close windows
Split
Splat
Pitter
Patter
Nothing
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ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful poem! Love the stanza about hanging the clothes up/taking the clothes down/... such a teeter totter kind of day. I also love the form of the poem with the spattering of words like the spattering of rain. May I use it for a mentor text?
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely you may use it. Thanks
DeleteFun play with words. I've been realizing how much this word play with poetry makes me happy. I just HAD to read your poem out loud. It's even more fun this way. :)
ReplyDeleteI highly recommend EVERYONE read this one aloud.
Ruth
Thanks Ruth!
DeleteI just followed Ruth's advice and did. I love the way those last few lines made my eyes dance around the page!
ReplyDeleteWonderful play. I can hear the rain and see you and Chloe dance to its music. Glad you had a good place to publish and share your creation.
ReplyDeleteI love the way your words "splat" on the page like random raindrops. You captured the feeling of "on-and-off-again" rain perfectly! I like the fact that you were determined to write a poem about the spring rain, and you did so even though it wasn't the kind of rain you had imagined!
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed how you organized the words on the page and the repetition of the sound phrases!
ReplyDeleteWhat can I say, cool! You rock!
ReplyDeleteYour poem reflects the weather here today too. (Love the phrase indecisive rain.) I felt those words were coming as a result of the weather we had here today too. The weather just can't seem to make up its mind, can it?
ReplyDeleteLove the visual image of this poem and how the words are spread out like uneven and indecisive spots of rain. You are so creative, Deb!
ReplyDeleteRuth is right! This sounds like a children's book. It is so fun to get to the "nothing" at the end of the onomatopoeia. This indecisive rain is what I like least about spring.
ReplyDeleteI took Ruth's advice and I read the poem out loud. Fabulous. I liked the way the poem looked on the page. It looks like rain bouncing too and fro on our sidewalks and driveways. It sounded like rain with its split, splat, pitter, patter. Refreshing.
ReplyDeleteI want to get my high school kids back writing poems that make use of space on the page. Thanks for the inspiration, Deb! :)
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