Poetry

Not too often to I dare to delve into the realm of writing poetry. Something about it is highly intimidating. But when I teach a poetry unit to my students, I have to try. So here's an attempt to create a found poem from the text I found on a package of clothespins. The text was so unbelievable in itself, I couldn't resist manipulating it even more.

"Ironing"

Rumpled-up life
Spritz it
Run over it
Presto!
Wrinkles vanish and
Everything’s new.

Do I have to be
run over
by a hot iron
before I get a
new life?

And now for attempt #2:
"Ironing Magic"

Rumpled up wrinkles
vanish.

Yesterday vanishes.

You
look fresh
feel sharp
Ready
For the world.

The magic of Home.

Bullseye.


And now you know why I don't write poetry....