Sunday, March 6, 2011

Do You Hear Mewing? Poem #340

Pussy Willows
by Amy LV

Yesterday it rained.  And it rained.  And it rained.  And I read a lot of spring poems.  While I'm not always a fan of reading poems in season, sometimes one can't help writing them.  For this verse, I decided to focus on listening to one sign of spring.  A quiet sign.

Students - it is interesting to apply your senses in ways that are not typical.  In this case, you know that pussy willows are not noisy at all.  But making them noisy in my poem felt playful.  Try this sometime - apply one of your senses to a situation where people do not usually expect that sense.  For example, "I could smell the anger in the air" mixes two things that do not usually go together, so the brain pauses for a moment and pays more attention. 

I do love bringing in a pussy willow branch this time of year and forcing those little kitties out to play.  Hmmm...maybe we'll take a hike and find one this afternoon.

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  1. This is perfect, Amy. So simple, cute and makes me smile. :)

  2. I can hear mine they see more snow outside and I think they're really happy to be warm. I brought them in yesterday and set them out to play with some forsythia. They are just getting to know one another, but in a few days, I'm sure they'll both come out of their shells. Happy Spring, my friend!

  3. Amy, you put winter into words for my Southern California kids and now it's a delight to watch spring slowly creeping into your poems. :)

  4. I really, really like this poem, Amy.
    And thanks for stopping by last week and commenting on the poem I posted.


  5. Nancy, Katrina, Melissa, and Janet, It's so good to hear from good friends on a snowy day which was supposed to be spring! Katrina - that vision of the pussy willows playing with the forsythia is adorable - a poem for sure! A.