July 25thWe see children with their sand shovels and pails digging for “treasure.”  They are collecting seashells. Write a seashell poem. Write about the former inhabitant of that shell. Maybe a collecting poem. Get it together and write your poem.



July 24 – Sunburn/Suntan (Rondeau)

July 23 – Romance

July 22 – A Million Fish in the Sea

July 21 – Muscle Beach/Bikini Beach

July 20 – Just Another Day In Paradise


July 18thThere was no greater thrill than loading the lot of us into the station wagon and heading for the beach. Write a poem featuring children at the beach. Or write from the viewpoint of a child for this foray into poetics.

And don’t pass up the opportunity to “meet” an incredible young person and poet featured in Marie’s Poet Interview. Today, our featured poet is none other that Erin Kay Hope. Read her chat with Marie HERE and you’ll walk away feeling that there is hope for the world with young ones like Erin Kay in it!



July 17 – Put Into Words (Ekphrasis)

July 16 – Amusement Park

July 15 – Tides

July 14 – Picnic

July 13 – Lighthouse


We changed our perspective to write our poems this week — or should I say, we “lowered” our point of view. In choosing to write a children’s poem, we had tapped into our inner child and embraced these words. The results are varied and consistently well written. The BEAUTIFUL BLOOMS for this week:


What fun we had this week, didn’t we?  You all did a great job writing for children!  Several were exceptional, and should be sent out for publication.  For my bloom, I’ve chosen Kate Wilson’s “In the Wilds,” but could as easily have chosen her “Heartfelt Plea.”  It’s fun all the way through, with a great twist at the end.  What more would a kid want?  This should be set to a catchy, jingly tune and sung around campfires. 😉   When it comes to writing flawless fun for kids, it’s just hard to beat Kate.  Congratulations, K8e314!

In the Wilds (by Kate Wilson)

I’m the only one awake,
in the dark, dark tent,
in the tent, in the dark,
just me.

I’m the only one awake,
and I wish that I could sleep
but I can’t ’cause I really
have to—


My Uncle Jim is snoring,
so he must be sound asleep.
He’s louder than an angry

My brother Jack is mumbling
and my sister is a corpse.
Me? I really, really, really
have to—


Mom said that I could wake her
if I had to go outside,
and she’d hold the flashlight steady
just for me.

But I don’t think I’m a baby.
I can do this for myself,
since I am the only one
who needs to—


I fumble for my shoes
in the dark, dark tent.
Where’s the flashlight? No, that’s only
Annie’s knee.

There it is. Now I’m set,
and I—shh!—unzip the flap,
but I do so wish I didn’t
have to—


Oh, this flashlight’s awful dim,
and it’s cold out here, and dark,
and there’s funny noises whispering
to me.

But I’m brave and I’m bold
and the night can’t frighten me
’cause I very, very much do
need to—


I wish I could remember where
my uncle dug that pit.
I guess I’ll just go find
a friendly tree.

I hope nobody minds.
I haven’t got a choice.
It’s like that when you’ve really
got to—


What’s that light, in the distance,
over there? It calls to me.
I stumble through the bushes
just to see.

It’s a porch—our back porch!
Such relief! I am saved.
Maybe afterwards I’ll see
what’s on TV….


I had (have) this battle with my daughter on a recurring basis. It has been the subject of a few of my own poems. But to put a childish twist to it and the poem becomes this homage to all of our youthful days and the rooms that were our sanctuaries and personal space. “Clean Your Room!” by Pamela Smyk Cleary earns this honor.

Clean Your Room! (by Pamela Smyk Cleary)

“What a disaster!” I heard her shout.
“Straighten this room, if you want to go out!
These toys and clothes, please, pick them up!
(Can’t argue with Mom, so I just muttered, “yup.”)

’Straighten it up’ – that’s what she said –
so I kicked my laundry beneath the bed,
and all the stuffed toys (my collection is vast)
went into the closet – really fast.
The rest of the toys? Couldn’t help myself –
I jammed them tight onto each book shelf.

Then I called her back to inspect the place,
but I still wasn’t done. (I could tell by her face.)
“Clean clothes stacked on the bed can’t stay –
and the Legos and books must be all put away,
or no computer and no TV!”
(That’s the threat she offered me.)

But, my closet was crammed – couldn’t shut the door,
and my bookshelves? Full of toys galore!
So the clothes & books & Lego blocks
I stuffed inside my big toy box.

Then I called her back to inspect once more,
and she smiled and… I ran out the door.
“The place looks good!” That’s what she said.
(I hope she doesn’t look under the bed.)


A special nod to Erin Kay Hope for her consistently good work week after week. In writing the children’s poem, she had an advantage of being the closest to the subject than the rest of us, and even for a youthful poem, she exhibits a sense of maturity in her works.


The best blooms in this garden of life have to be our children. They are our future; they are our promise. So it is with this in mind that we ask you to “write one for the kids!” Write a children’s poem. Don’t make it about a child, make it FOR the child. Make it fun, make it educational, make it whatever you think a child would appreciate and cherish.


Walt, you’ll remember this one.  I believe it is probably still your favorite, and it’s actually mine as well.  Happy birthday, Walt!  This is for you, and all the other silly-lovin’ kids of the world.  🙂

Inspired by Shel Silverstein’s “If the World Was Crazy”
 If the whole world was silly, you know what I’d eat?
Worm Fettuccini, right off of the street.
Some caramelized whiskers of catfish today;
Tomorrow, perhaps a nice leather fillet.
 A handful of gravel from Mr. Green’s drive,
With honey bee’s knees from an elephant’s hive.
Gallons of hazelnut-chocolate-bean chili.
That’s what I’d eat if the whole world was silly.
If the whole world was silly, you know what I’d wear?
An upside-down tuba, and one for a spare.
A glove on my foot, and two socks on one hand,
Yesterday’s junk mail; fresh peach skin (or canned).
My big sister’s homework, my Uncle Jim’s lures,
And maybe that G.I. Joe lunch pail of yours.
Oversized dentures from Great, Great Aunt Milly.
That’s what I’d wear if the whole world was silly.
 If the whole world was silly, you know what I’d do?
I’d unzip the sky to let hippos skip through.
I’d hop into books, and I’d flip through my bed.
I’d butter my face, and smooth lip balm on bread.
I’d plant fish from seed, and teach star fruit to swim.
Then I’d color each glare with a nice shade of dim.
Everyone’s name would end with “The Frilly,”
If I was the queen, and the whole world was silly. 
© Copyright Marie Elena Good – 2009

I think the birthday boy might be sleeping in. Shhh … party softly ’til he joins us again. ;)



My balloon can soar and fly,
up in the blue and cloud filled sky.
traveling without a care
because it’s all full of hot air.

I think I’d like to be a balloon
and fly without a care,
but I can’t go fly for you see that I
am not full of hot air. Much.

© Copyright Walter the Frilly – 2013