Not Day Five

All this writing has me thinking about writing.  I guess that's the point, but it's also making me think a little about writing poetry.  I wrote this one as a sample for a presentation about using poetry in multisensory structured language lessons.  It's a list poem, but somehow, despite my intervention, it turned itself from a list into a poem.

What’s in my book bag?

One flat cereal bar from Trader Joe’s; A Pumpkin Walked Into a Bar,

it calls itself.

Four dead batteries, 3 rechargeable and 1 that isn’t.

A highlighter cap, mysteriously alone.

17 scattered paper clips.

Two folded and grubby dollar bills.

Adaptors for 3 different MacBook Pros.

Father’s Day cards never mailed; lost, replaced, found, and lost again.

A photograph of my 3 year old framed in a heart.

A guardian angel that carried me through devastating loss.

One key to a new life, gently used.