When you’ve been best friends with someone your whole life, you can’t avoid them just because you’re uncomfortable.
That Granny Torrelli. Me, I always want to do things for Bailey because he can’t see, things I think are too hard for him, like cracking the eggs. But Granny Torrelli is showing me that Bailey doesn’t need so much help, that I should quit being such a take-charge Rosie.
–Granny Torrelli Makes Soup by Sharon Creech
Although I grew up copying out Emily Dickinson poems for penmanship practice and giggling over Shel Silverstein’s Where the Sidewalk Ends, I’ve always been intimidated by this particular form of literature. It wasn’t until I began reading Novels in Verse last year that I felt poetry might be worth approaching.
I’ll admit, it’s still confusing and new, but I’m paying more attention now. Poetry isn’t just a sentence with a lot of negative space anymore. I’m even trying my hand at writing a few. So, in honor of National Poetry Month, here are a few short poems that I thought would appeal to fellow newbies.
Jack doesn’t want to write poetry. Poetry is for girls. Poetry doesn’t make any sense. But as Miss Stretchberry introduces the class to new poems, Jack begins to see how simple ideas jotted down on a piece of paper can become something beautiful.
I would very much like to know why my mother named me ‘Enola’, which, backwards, spells alone.
–The Case of the Missing Marquess by Nancy Springer
There are many mysteries I have never solved, and the hair of my chaperone is perhaps my most curious unsolved case.