Poetry Friday: Call for the Cybils

summer’s end
reading, blogging book love
cybils arrive

Yes, yes, yes, it’s THAT time of year. Not just the return to school but the CYBILS!  The Cybils have opened up the call for volunteers. It will stay open through August 31st, and we should announce the panels mid-September. As the organizer of the Poetry category, I am looking for those readers and bloggers who love, love, love poetry for children.  I want two well-rounded committees of teachers, writers, librarians, poets, parents, and athletes (remember March Poetry Madness?).

First round judges will read at least 30 poetry books(wouldn’t it be great to have more than thirty nominated?) to select the finalists for round two.  In the second round, committee members will read five to seven books to decide which poetry book has the triple threat in books: kid appeal, literary merit, and accessibility.  I mean, don’t we want to foster the love of poetry to children and young adults?

The deadline to apply is in two weeks, AUGUST 31. So don’t delay.

All the information you need to apply can be found here: http://www.cybils.com/2012/08/2012-cybils-call-for-judges.html#comments
If you have any questions, please email Cybils09@gmail.com.

The CYBILS site is HERE

Poetry Friday is at A Year of Reading. Thanks, Mary Lee.

Happy Reading.

MsMac

Poetry Friday: Responding to Prompts

Poetry Stretch at The Miss Rumphius Effect: snow
Haiku Bones: uncanny
HaikuVery Much: honey
One Single Impression: blowing the curve

city snow ballet
uncanny semblance between
desert sand tangos

dances end, silence lingers
weather blowing the curve

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snow begs us to play
followed by tea with honey
forget daily grind

Can’t help myself this week.  Great Kid Books is hosting Poetry Friday.

Happy Reading.

MsMac

Poetry Friday: little tree

One of  my all time favorite poems of the season is the following:

little tree

by E. E. Cummings

little tree
little silent Christmas tree
you are so little
you are more like a flower

 

who found you in the green forest
and were you very sorry to come away?
see          i will comfort you
because you smell so sweetly

 

i will kiss your cool bark
and hug you safe and tight
just as your mother would,
only don’t be afraid

 

look          the spangles
that sleep all the year in a dark box
dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine,
the balls the chains red and gold the fluffy threads,
Read the rest here.
My tree tradition  as a child was that the Christmas tree did not go up until my brother and I were asleep on Christmas Eve.  We would then wak Christmas morning to a magical sight: a decorated tree and the presents that Santa had left us. (Because we were always good.)
In sixth grade that ended.  It was the cost of trees in California and the hatching fly tree that led to the artificial tree.  I was devastated.
What tree memeories do you have?
BTW. only a few hours remain for the Bridget and Barrett auction.  I posted here about it. 
Can be found here: http://32auctions.com/
Auction ID: bridget
Password: rules