Poetry

Today's class poem... media type="custom" key="3766431"

Think about: As you make line and stanza breaks, what do you notice about the verbs? the nouns? punctuation? The way words are formed into phrases?
I watch Mom cut five slices, then take the largest and reddest. When I sink my teeth into solid juice, the melon squirts its fireworks. I swallow a seed-that's one I won't spit into the bowl beyond the deck railing. When I finish the delightful redness I throw the green rind to Hobo, who waits his turn. He grabs the crust in his might jaws and runs away with its sweetness.