Friday, April 21, 2017

Writing the Rainbow Poem #21 - Apricot

Welcome to my National Poetry Month project for 2017!  Students - Each day of April 2017, I will close my eyes, and I will reach into my box of 64 Crayola crayons.

Aerial View of Crayola Box
Photo by Georgia LV

Each day I will choose a crayon (without looking), pulling this crayon out of the box. This daily selected crayon will in some way inspire the poem for the next day.  Each day of this month, I will choose a new crayon, thinking and writing about one color every day for a total of 30 poems inspired by colors.

As of April 2, it happened that my poems took a turn to all be from the point of view of a child living in an apartment building.  So, you'll notice this thread running through the month of colors. I'd not planned was a writing surprise.

I welcome any classrooms of poets who wish to share class poems (class poems only please) related to each day's color (the one I choose or your own).  Please post your class poem or photograph of any class crayon poem goodness to our Writing the Rainbow Padlet HERE.  (If you have never posted on a Padlet, it is very easy.  Just double click on the red background, and a box will appear.  Write in this box, and upload any poemcrayon sharings you wish.)

Here is a list of this month's Writing the Rainbow Poems so far:

And's crayon. Apricot!

Snacks on the Stoop
by Amy LV

Students - Apricot made me think of trees and of fruits and of goodies.  Apricot muffins and pastries and jam.  Today's poem is about a ritual, something our young friend does daily.  We all have little parts of our lives that repeat again and again, not necessarily big events like holidays but small motions and choices, like the way I drink tea from my big mug or the way I begin each new notebook with a scattering of favorite quotes.

If you are Writing the Rainbow with me, perhaps your color for today will remind you of a ritual: a real one from your life, one from another's life, or an invented ritual.  Or maybe not.

You'll notice that today's poem has only two rhyming words.  Just two.

Colors can take us anywhere.  And if you'd like to join in with your own poem at our Writing the Rainbow Padlet, please do! It is one colorful and beautiful place to visit..

And please don't miss the links to all kinds of Poetry Month goodness up there in my upper left sidebar.  Happy twenty-first day of National Poetry Month!

Tabatha is hosting today's Poetry Friday roundup over at her online home, The Opposite of Indifference.  Do not miss the exquisite video she shares today. 

Please share a comment below if you wish.


  1. You have a rainbow padlet! How did I miss that? Very cool!
    Rituals are powerful. Thanks for prompting us to think about the sweet, simple rituals we enjoy.

  2. Rituals are so powerful and meaningful. As a young mother, it was important to me to create rituals for our family. Not all of them stuck, but some did. Isn't it interesting how we need both ritual and surprise in our lives? Like we need peanut butter AND apricot jam. Thank you for those zooming taxis, Amy. xo

  3. Rituals, indeed are important. I have a few I follow each beginning and end to my day in my classroom, and a few odd ones at home, too! :-) I adore apricot -- jam, croissants, hamentashen, and just plain apricots! YUM! -- Christie @

  4. Peanut butter and orange marmalade are my standbys, Amy, although not so much the grand-girls. Love the beat and the sound when I say "peanut butter and apricot jam". And maybe I missed it earlier, but just read your Earth Day "invitation" poem. How lovely to think of being invited by Mother Earth.

  5. Another treasure from the crayon box, Amy. It is interesting that my girls (13 and 20) still follow some of the rituals we set out for them when they were kids. Rituals feel safe. =)

  6. There's just something so comforting about the same-old, same-old, sometimes. :-) Simple moments can bring us such reassurance and comfort in a world that seems to move so quickly and change so unpredictably. There are so many things in our lives we can't control, especially when we're children, but we can control a single moment spent eating a sandwich, watching the taxis go by.

  7. Sometimes those quiet rituals bring the most comfort. I want to sit down on the stoop and join them as they eat peanut butter and apricot jam and watch the taxis zoom back and forth.

  8. Sometimes our rituals are so ingrained that they go unnoticed every day. Love this little apricot girl who notices and honors those moments.

  9. Oh, I love this.....takes me right back to the back steps and my sister decades ago. Took me a longer time than it should have to realize she is a best friend. But, it's all good now. I'm going to have to send her this poem.

  10. Apricot is a tasty color. I like your food direction.

  11. I love your creativity every year with your April projects. My grandmother had apricot trees in her yard, so I always think of her when "apricot" comes up. Thanks for the sweet reminder.