Comments on: Nicolas http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2009/10/nicolas/ Thu, 12 Jan 2012 08:40:04 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.2.1 By: Melissa http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2009/10/nicolas/#comment-25765 Melissa Tue, 13 Oct 2009 20:12:34 +0000 http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/?p=5736#comment-25765 Nicolas was outside the Brooklyn Museum. First we asked his mom the question, "what is poetry?" She told us we should really ask her son because he was the writer (mom was sitting about 100 feet away from Nicolas to give him space to learn to skateboard from the older kids). He is a real superstar. Nicolas was outside the Brooklyn Museum. First we asked his mom the question, “what is poetry?” She told us we should really ask her son because he was the writer (mom was sitting about 100 feet away from Nicolas to give him space to learn to skateboard from the older kids). He is a real superstar.
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]]> By: John Oliver Simon http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2009/10/nicolas/#comment-25763 John Oliver Simon Tue, 13 Oct 2009 17:17:58 +0000 http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/?p=5736#comment-25763 Hurray for Nicolas! He's a shining star! Where are you working with him? Here's eioghth-grader Darien Crecy's Blue poem: BLUE blue is a feeling I feel when I can’t express myself because of the shell that holds me tight inside. I want to get out and let the real me inside this shell, this blue, blue shell, get out but somehow I cannot escape. I cannot find the key. It is in the meadow of life lost in the grass somewhere. Nobody would understand me. If they could, would they be able to help? Only I know where the key is yet I cannot find it. Until I do, I will have to stay inside this shell this blue, blue shell. Hurray for Nicolas! He’s a shining star! Where are you working with him?

Here’s eioghth-grader Darien Crecy’s Blue poem:

BLUE

blue is a feeling I feel when I can’t express myself
because of the shell that holds me tight inside.
I want to get out and let the real me inside this shell,
this blue, blue shell, get out
but somehow I cannot escape.
I cannot find the key.
It is in the meadow of life
lost in the grass somewhere.
Nobody would understand me.
If they could, would they be able to help?
Only I know where the key is
yet I cannot find it.
Until I do, I will have to stay inside this shell
this blue, blue shell.
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