Monday, April 11, 2016

We interrupt regularly scheduled programming...

Unfortunately I've gotten very behind in writing and posting my National Month of Poetry/Wonderopolis poems. So...

I'm taking a hiatus (A.K.A. not finishing)

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 and taking care of more important business.

The flip side (the more important business) is that I'm taking the plunge

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and submitting my manuscripts for the first time!

So I've been very busy making last minute revisions, exploring agents, writing queries, and wait for it....

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making that FIRST submission!

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I'm excited and terrified all at once. But mostly excited!

To be continued...






Wednesday, April 6, 2016

April 7: National Poetry Month

Following the lead of Amy Ludwig VanDerwater of The Poem Farm, I am writing a poem a day during the month of April.

Each poem will be inspired by the previous day's post at Wonderopolis.

Wondering for April 6: How sweet is honeysuckle?

Today's poem:


Hummingbirds, in search
Of satisfying
Nectar,
Extract the juice from honeysuckle springing up in
Your yard. Its sweet
Scent may lure
Unsuspecting
Children to pick and
Kiss the blooms,
Lips lingering to
Enjoy the taste of spring.





Tuesday, April 5, 2016

April 6 - National Poetry Month

Following the lead of Amy Ludwig VanDerwater of The Poem Farm, I am writing a poem a day during the month of April.

Each poem will be inspired by the previous day's post at Wonderopolis.

Wondering for April 5: Who was the first emperor of China?

Today's Poem is an acrostic poem.

Qin Shi Huang

Conquering the seven states,
He united China and began his dynasty.
In declaring himself Emperor, Qin Shi Huang built a
Network of roads and canals to promote trade.
A bit obsessed, he desired China's history to begin with him.










Monday, April 4, 2016

April 5 - National Poetry Month

Following the lead of Amy Ludwig VanDerwater of The Poem Farm, I am writing a poem a day during the month of April.

Each poem will be inspired by the previous day's post at Wonderopolis.

Wondering for April 4: What is Fertilizer?

Today's Poem:

Food

making fertilizer
mixing aged manure with compost
enriching the soil

flowers springing up
buds peep out into sunlight
reawakening





Sunday, April 3, 2016

April 4 - National Poetry Month

Following the lead of Amy Ludwig VanDerwater of The Poem Farm, I am writing a poem a day during the month of April.

Each poem will be inspired by the previous day's post at Wonderopolis.

Wondering for April 3 - "What Makes Glitter Sparkle?"

Today's Poem:

Glitter

sparkle in the light
moonbeam, unicorn, princess
glitter...girl's best friend



April 3 Poem - National Poetry Month

Following the lead of Amy Ludwig VanDerwater of The Poem Farm, I am writing a poem a day during the month of April. (Unfortunately, I've already gotten behind, lol! So today I'll be posting multiple poems.)

Each poem will be inspired by the previous day's post at Wonderopolis.

April 2 wondering: "Why Do Some People Chase Storms?"

Today's poem: 

Storm Chasers

dangerous weather
experts in storm's direct path
keeping others safe




April 2 Poem - ( Better Late than Never)


Following the lead of Amy Ludwig VanDerwater of The Poem Farm, I am writing a poem a day during the month of April. (Unfortunately, I've already gotten behind, lol! So today I'll be posting multiple poems.)

Each poem will be inspired by the previous day's post at Wonderopolis

April 1 wondering: "Is the Grass Always Greener on the Other Side?"


Today's poem:

Fences

wondering today
why we often think fences
limit happiness










Friday, April 1, 2016

April 1 - National Poetry Month 2016



Following the lead of Amy Ludwig VanDerwater of The Poem Farm, I am writing a poem a day during the month of April.

Each poem will be inspired by the previous day's post at Wonderopolis.





Today I'm using a poetic form called a haiku.


Coral Reefs

beautiful colors
invertebrate animals
on the ocean floor

tentacles reaching
capturing food around them
thousands of creatures

twenty-five million
years growing on Earth’s surface
largest living structure















Sunday, March 13, 2016

March's Ditty of the Month

On Michelle Heidenrich Barnes' site, Today's Little Ditty, the March ditty challenge is in full swing. The challenge this month, from Amy Ludwig VanDerwater, is to write a poem about something small, an animal or object, you see every day and do not usually give much thought. For some reason I got to thinking about spoons and what I used to do with them as a kid. The format for my poem is the Japanese Sedoka. According to a post at The Miss Rumphius Effect, the sedoka is a Japanese poetic form that is an unrhymed poem made up of a pair of katuata. A katuata is a three-line poem with the syllable count of 5/7/7. Generally a sedoka addresses the same subject from different perspectives. So here is my ditty for March.


Spoons in the Drawer


From scooping ice cream
To plunging it in my mouth,
Savoring the sweet coldness.


From digging damp soil
To throwing it in my pail,
Building rivers and highways.

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

A Couple of New Ditties

I'm behind posting two ditties that I contributed to Michelle's blog over at Today's Little Ditty.

The first ditty was part of January's Ditty of the Month Club.  The challenge was to write a poem about "nothing."

The second ditty is part of February's current Ditty of the Month Club.  The February challenge is to write a poem based on the word "ditty."

If you've never visited Michelle's site or participated in her Ditty of the Month Club, you're definitely missing out!  Head over there and give it a try!


NOTHINg


by Kristi Dee Veitenheimer


Thirty minutes to write about anything I want...

I glance down

and see a big,

blank

page

staring back at me.

As soon as my teacher

turns the dial

on the timer,

my mind goes as

blank

as the paper.

Empty.

No thoughts.

No words.

No sentences.

A desert,

dry and parched.

Searching for something,

anything.

Thirty minutes later,

still nothing.

Ugh.

Nothing,

except for

my

name.


Ditty Trouble


by Kristi Dee Veitenheimer


There once was a lady who wrote                                    

short simple rhymes in a note. 

Twas such a pity

that each little ditty

often got stuck in her throat.


Whenever she tried to recite one,

whether fairy tale, fable, or pun,

the words that were listed

would always get twisted,

tying her tongue in a bun.


So one day the lady decided

the beautiful words she provided,

should only be read

in somebody’s head,

so no one would then be misguided.


The lady continued to write

each night until dawn’s breaking light.

Known to be witty,

each little ditty

brought children’s loud squeals of delight.


Monday, February 8, 2016

1st Annual Valentiny Writing Contest 2016

Fun abounds over at Susanna Leonard Hill's blog this week. She is sponsoring the "First Annual Pretty Much World Famous Valentiny Contest!"

The Contest Rules:  Since writing for children is all about “big emotion for little people” and Valentines Day is all about emotion, write a Valentines story appropriate for children (children here defined as ages 12 and under) maximum 214 words in which someone is grumpy!  Your story can be poetry or prose, sweet, funny, surprising or anything in between, but it will only count for the contest if it includes someone grumpy (can be the main character but doesn’t have to be) and is 214 words (Get it? 2/14 for Valentines Day) You can go under the word count but not over!

So here is my entry at 211 words:



A Valentiny Birthday
by Kristi Veitenheimer


“A birthday on Valentine’s Day. Just once, I’d like to feel special,” Val thought. Then she remembered her birthday breakfast and bounded downstairs.


“Morning, Mom!”


“Morning. Grab some cereal,” Mom replied. She blew a kiss and headed out the door.


No heart-shaped, chocolate chip pancakes?


Frowning, Val ate Captain Crunch.


At school her best friend, Haley, screamed, “Happy Valentines Day!” Val scowled.


At recess Val played in the outfield during kickball. She kicked dirt and stuck her tongue out at the worms.


At lunch Val ripped into her sack. No special note. She slumped in her seat and picked at her bologna sandwich.


Later the students made cards for their Valentine party. Val cut a crooked heart and scribbled “Happy Whatever.” As students whispered and giggled, she sulked.


Just before party time, Val sat with arms crossed and steam blowing out her ears. “May I get a drink?” she asked and stomped out.


Everyone had forgotten her birthday. Val sipped from the water fountain and returned.


“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you…”


She looked up to see her classmates, teacher, and mom singing around a birthday cake with seven flaming candles! Classmates handed her birthday cards made that afternoon.

Smiling, Val knew this was the most special birthday ever!