April 1 means we say goodbye to Slice of Life and hello to poetry in my sixth grade English class.
Oh, the hundred day writing challenge continues, and those who have the "write stuff" will also have 30 poems written by the end of the month. Such accomplishment takes some explaining however, and as I stood before my class this morning introducing the very first daily poem, haiku, a hand waved to me from the corner of the room.
"Wait! Do these poems have to make sense?" she asked.
"Well, yes," I answered. "Even though you are limited in syllables and lines, your reader should know what you are writing about."
"Why?" she frowned, "My slice of life never made any sense!"
Oh, the hundred day writing challenge continues, and those who have the "write stuff" will also have 30 poems written by the end of the month. Such accomplishment takes some explaining however, and as I stood before my class this morning introducing the very first daily poem, haiku, a hand waved to me from the corner of the room.
"Wait! Do these poems have to make sense?" she asked.
"Well, yes," I answered. "Even though you are limited in syllables and lines, your reader should know what you are writing about."
"Why?" she frowned, "My slice of life never made any sense!"
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