After watching Molly and Margaret playing with paint chip poetry and writing amazing poems, I gave in and ordered by own box of paint chips (and some metaphor dice too). They arrived this afternoon…too late to use with my students this week, but just in time for me to experiment on my own. I picked three paint chips and got started.
I squeezed in a quick walk this afternoon between my late-running meeting and an appointment to get my hair cut. As I walked along the beach, seagulls caught my eye…and my camera lens. They became the inspiration for today’s poem draft. (I suspect I will come back to tinker with this–I already have a couple of other versions, none that I am completely happy with!)
Moon Spotting
Through the looking glass
of my camera lens
I spy them:
a gaggle of gossips
black and white wings against
the puddle of sky
Without warning they rise
pounding the air
like the rushing waters of Niagara Falls
I hear them and look up
the almost-full moon winks and smiles back
©Douillard
Thinking Through My Lens 
Both photo and poem are lovely.
scratch
the poem from
the wall, chip
away the color
in order to further reveal
the story hidden beneath
— Kevin
Ooooh! I love this poem! Find the hidden stories…
I love “puddle of sky”! I haven’t done much playing with poetry lately. It’s so tempting to go outside and play with nature!
my favorite thing to do…it’s been hard to fit in this week!
How very clever!!
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What a yummy entrance to this poem with…
“Moon Spotting
Through the looking glass
of my camera lens”
I can’t see any bit that needs tinkering. This is lovely as is.
Thanks so much!