In her book Poem Crazy, Susan Goldsmith Wooldridge shares a writing activity that I have implemented in my classroom for years. Using admission tickets, I have cut words from magazines and created a poetry word box. (I keep mine in fancy chocolate boxes – it makes the words smell wonderful!). It is a magical moment when I walk around the classroom and drizzle a handful of word tickets on each student’s desk. “Use these words to write a poem.” There are no rules. Trade with someone else? Sure! Get more tickets? Yep! Do I have to use them all? Can I add other words? Does it have to rhyme? “No rules,” I say, again. It’s a bit like magnetic poetry but I love the tactile part of the activity and the fact that the tickets give a sense of admission into the world of word play.
During the summer, my boxes come home and my husband and I play with the word tickets. This poem is the result of a brief moment late one night after a glass of wine and too much yawning. I love the message of it.
A spoonful of extravagant Now
where nobody has time for tears
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I will be writing and posting often during the summer break and have been musing over a July Challenge that came from an ongoing conversation with a fellow Pub Dweller. Look for that challenge in the next few days if you have an interest in some collaborative poeming. Cheers! Jilly