Today is Day 19 of National Poetry Month. I decided to write a nonet poem in which there are 9 lines with 9 syllables in the first line, 8 syllables in the second line, 7 syllables in the third, and so on until the last line that only has one syllable.
Easter Egg Hunt
By Candace Shultz
the man said, "Go!" Then she ran and
grabbed an egg. Turning, twisting,
and bumping into kids,
she grabbed three more. Then
she opened them,
but they were
I based today's poem on the Easter egg hunt that my daughter and I attended today. For the 0-3 year old children, there was nothing in the Easter eggs (except a few had paper in them to exchange for prizes). They did have a couple of small baskets with chocolates and candy at a nearby table, so that made up for the empty eggs. I think I was more disappointed than my daughter about her empty Easter eggs. She was distracted by the Easter Bunny.