"If you don't play, I'm gonna die!"
Her end was nigh; What could I say?
So? Yay or nay? My child's not shy...
Should I comply? I sighed. "Okay."
Some later day, she threatened me -
"I'll die! You'll see!" sulked little fae.
Patience did fray; I sipped my tea,
Counted to three and frowned her way.
But then I smirked at funny thought.
My wink she caught; had her ploy worked?
I acted irked, though smile I fought;
Small shoulders caught; away she jerked.
I tickled her to save the dear;
She, in fifth gear, her arms a blur;
To tricks deter one must be clear...
Instill some fear... teach, as it were.
Respond to your children with love in their worst moments, their broken moments, their angry moments, their selfish moments, their lonely moments, their frustrated moments, their inconvenient moments; because it is in their most unlovable human moments that they most need to feel loved.
She deserves a poem true
Her faithfulness confuses
Just yesterday after pre-
I'd picked her
she spoke with such indignity
about a friend -a six-year-
old- who wrote God's name
"put an 'X'""Do you mean she crossed it out?""Yes and said her fam-
does not believe, nor she
but that's not why she doesn't""Which name did she
write? was it 'HaShem'?""No
she crossed out 'Elohim'
and showed her friends""So what do you think about that?""How can she-
we must respect-
our teachers and our parents are
but God is the most powerful he's in charge of every-thing"
Why is my child
Where does she get...
"Yes, that is what some
think""Well our teacher says that we should believe in God" At a
school! And -then- today
school: "If God can speak to any-
one, that means He can speak
all languages!""Well, yes..."
Perhaps this is a poem,
perhaps it's faith
I decided to share this poem because recentlyI’ve been writing a lot about my daughter on this blog. She is now 6-years-old. When this was written, she was 5⅓-years-old… and to this day, she maintains her fascination with the concept of God and insists that she believes everything that is written in the Torah. Suffice it to say that she doesn’t get such ideas from me.
A couple of days ago, you provided me with an outpouring of wonderful advice, as to how I might nurture and develop my six-year-old daughter’s poetry talents. Truly, the many suggestions for approaches, games, techniques… were simply amazing. Thank you so very much.
By coincidence, the very following day my six-year-old told me that she wanted to write a free verse poem with me (“a poem that doesn’t rhyme,” she said). I explained to her that poetry doesn’t have to follow the rules of grammar and that lines can break wherever the poet so choses. Also, I emphasized that poetry is intended to express feelings ~ that the most important thing is to feel the words.
Shortly after completing our first collaborative free verse poem (which she deliberately wrote in a silly way), she asked me if she could try to construct a poem with me online on MagneticPoetry, as she had seen me do several times myself. To be honest, I was somewhat hesitant about this because I thought that the aspect of playing with the magnets would distract her from attempting to construct a poem, but many of you (and my mother) had suggested than I just let her play and learn by doing… so I agreed.
Below are our latest pieces, both free verse:
Two poems, a collaboration
by David (41) and Liorah (6)
The car found a cat
The bar found
The bat was hanging
The cat was
The bat said “can you stop that?”
The cat said
as he walked
on the bar to the car, “I
don’t want to!”
Are you not going to stop that?”
Atop the car, beside
the bar, the cat
stared at the bat
He said to the bat, “I do not want to
because I like it.”
He banged on the bar; it
made the bat cry.
“I am so
For the cat was now
what he did.
The cat sat
then lay flat
on a mat
near the bat;
put on his hat
and said to the bat,
it’s hard to control
myself, you see.”
I do see.”
I was not the one who began this poem ~ she deliberately wrote something silly about a car finding a cat because she liked the concept and because the two words sound similar. Following her lead, I wrote: “The bar found a bat.” After all, fair is fair – am I right? 😉
Liorah and I took turns with this piece, and upon writing the ending, she asked me, “Do you like my ending?” I smiled. “Very much,” I said and hugged her.
bluest sky the girl sees
spring goddess in diamond red
gown let storm beauty soar
sweeter and music mist spray
on those forest lake winds
I had to teach her about the magnets with word endings like ‘est’, ‘s’, and ‘er’, as well as how to manipulate the mouse to drag the virtual magnets to the left side of the screen.
Also, when it was my turn to add some words to the poem, she became a bit impatient as I scrolled through all of the available words looking for some that spoke to me. I had to explain to her that this is how I personally write Magnetic Poetry, but she remained rather irked with me. I guess I’m just an old fuddy duddy.
Despite have been born in and growing up in Israel, my six-year-old speaks, reads, and writes English better than she does Hebrew. In fact, I think she also writes and reads (and maybe speaks) better Russian than Hebrew, thanks to her mother’s efforts.
Anyway, as I’ve mentioned in passing, our little girl is well aware that I write poems for this blog of mine; and she’s taken to rhyming words all day long herself. Sometimes she’ll unintentionally make off-rhymes, pause thoughtfully, sound them out to herself aloud, and then say, “well, that’s just an off-rhyme, but we could still use it in a poem.”
Now, I have done all sorts of fun writing exercises with her in English, and my mother in America has also taken to writing snippets of short stories back-and-forth with her on Facebook Messenger. Her grammar and punctuation aren’t perfect, but she’s learning very quickly. Just recently, for example, she asked me to show her how to write lowercase letters by hand because she knows that her penmanship needs work too.
Several days ago, out of the blue, she asked to write some poems with me on my computer (we used Microsoft Word) and was very intent about having me share them on my blog. She even asked me, “So what tags are you going to assign them? When will you decide? When will other people read them?”
Our three poems are below, in case you’re curious; but I am actually drafting this blog post primarily because I want your feedback: how do I teach her to write poetry?
Here’s where she’s at right now:
As I mentioned above, she is very comfortable with rhyme
For example, for one of the poems below, she suggested the word ‘coffee’ instead of ‘tea’ because she realized that the second syllable of ‘coffee’ rhymes with ‘tea’, and we had already used the word ‘tea’ in the previous poem.
She is less comfortable with rhythm and counting syllables per line, although I tried demonstrating those concepts to her while we were writing the short poems below. This is something that I don’t quite know how to get across to her.
I tried explaining these concepts by counting the syllables aloud with her and tapping my fingers on the table, while saying, “bum, bum, bum-bum, bum.”
Still, she tends to write lines of inconsistent lengths and rhythms if left to her own devices, as long as they include (and especially end with) rhyming words.
Also, I am having difficulty with teaching her about creative imagery and devices like alliteration, assonance, etc. She’s very bright so when I manage to explain things well, she usually gets them, but it’s not so easy for me to convert and upload my thoughts into her child brain.
To her credit, she was able to understand what I meant by ‘metaphor’ when I explained my last nature haiku to her and pointed out that the language of the poem was making a comparison between plants and poetry with its use of the word ‘seeding’.
Lastly, since she’s so focused on rhyming, she doesn’t quite understand how to write non-rhyming poetry. She has finally accepted that such a concept exists, but it remains fairly hard for her to grasp. How would she go about writing a non-rhyming poem, she wonders?
Three poems, a collaboration
by David (41) and Liorah (6)
The dog found a log
that fell from a tree
She sat on the log,
happy as can be
Then there was a fog
‘twas too hard to see
She sobbed in the fog,
wishing she could flee
She got off the log,
Wind blew away the fog;
dog whistled happily
Then there was a squirrel,
sipping a cup of tea
Squirrel saw a girl
swimming in the sea
Then the waters whirled
Quickly, ran the squirrel,
Stretched out her hand,
poor girl, begging – please save me!
They ate ice cream swirls
once he pulled her free
The cat found a hat
and thought, “This is for me!”
Then came out a bat
and offered her coffee
On her head she sat
Then came out a rat
They said, “GET AWAY, RAT!”
and he cried tearfully
When they noticed that,
they felt so, so sorry!