The Sun in Poetry
Imagery The tremulously mirrored clouds lie deep, Enchanted towers bosomed in the stream, And blossomed coronals of white-thorn gleam Within the water where the willows sleep— Still-imaged willow-leaves whose shadows […]
Poetry
The Sun in Children’s Poetry
To celebrate tomorrow’s solstice, I’m posting the following poems, which were written by students at my school, the Bronx Charter School for Better Learning. All poems mention the sun. For additional
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The Sun in Poetry
Spring Spring Breeze passing through your hair Wind rushing past your hand Like 100 people pushing, shoving to see Langston Hughes When your cheeks turn cherry And when the air
The Sun in Poetry
This poem was written by a 4th Grade student at my school, the Bronx Charter School for Better Learning. It happened a few years ago. Her teacher gave the students 20
Charter School Update #2
Our 5th Grade has spent the past few weeks reading and writing all kinds of poetry. This week they invited me into their class so they could read some of
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Visit Doctor. Start Sinemet. Write Poem.
Yesterday I saw my neurologist, who I think is the brightest star on this planet. We discussed many things, but there were two main outcomes for me. Note: If I’m wrong
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100th Post: The Sun in Poetry
I love the sensual. For me this and love for the sun has a share in brilliance and beauty – Sappho This marks the 100th post of www.parkingsuns.com!
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The Sun in Poetry
The Sun Rising Busy old fool, unruly Sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows, and through curtains, call on us? Must to thy motions lovers’ seasons run? Saucy pedantic wretch,
Bruce Writes Another Sonnet
My husband became intrigued with the word urchin recently, and he asked me to write a poem using the word. I jumped at the opportunity to write another sonnet, just
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The Sun in Poetry
Thought for a Sunshiny Morning It costs me never a stab nor squirm To tread by chance upon a worm. “Aha, my little dear,” I say, “Your clan will pay