Poetry Friday -- Goodbye Vacation

Saying Goodbye to Vacation....hello to Poetry Friday at Random Noodling. Thanks for hosting, Diane!

Vacation found word poem by Linda....smiles by sister, Jenn.

Riddle Poem 6/23/17

My family and I are traveling this week...and our first day in a new city I couldn't help falling in love with the poetry all around me including a real poetry garden -- which is new to me. We celebrated the almost twelve hours of this Summer Solstice being together discovering a new place...can you guess where we are?

Have lots more poetry fun at the wonderfully creative Heidi at
My Juicy Little Universe

Awwwwwwwwwwwww, couldn't fool you poets! Yes, I'm in Seattle and having a marvelous time with my family....not only do I love these people. I like them.

I've gone a little cuckoo over finding cool words here. Yikes!

Word art by Linda who is really enjoying Seattle!

(c) Linda Mitchell

Photos by Linda!

Poetry Friday

I recently joined Laura Shovan's 5th Annual February Daily Poem Project. Still going strong after four months, participants take turns selecting news articles and ten words from the article for a found poem.

Linda Baie introduced this month's news article, Ditch the grammar and teach children storytelling instead.  as well as ten words from the article to use in a found poem. I took chance on a found...concrete poem with nine of them. Can you spy which one is missing?   

internal, frustrated, storytelling, direction, craft, territory, happy, robots, natural, stuff

Swing on over to A Year of Reading for some fun on the Poetry Friday playground this week. Thank you, Mary Lee for hosting. I'll play you a round of checkers or two. 

Poetry Friday

Last week, I was intrigued by Diane Mayr's part II description of the Massachusett's Poetry Festival she attended on her blog, Random Noodling. The writing prompt given to her from the flower stall called to a love poem in me I didn't even know was there. 

Thanks, Diane. 

And, thanks to Buffy Silverman for hosting Poetry Friday this week on Buffy's Blog. 

After the Rain, it all Looked Different

We kissed, that first time. Remember?  After

the storm burst--me laughing at  the

sight of you slip-sliding in the rain.

Thunder chased us.  It

was you, glistening with August raindrops, my all

became your summer soaked face that looked

like love, and since then, I've never known different.

(c) Linda Mitchell

15 Words or Less

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