Shel Silverstein is one of my favorite poets. I love his collections for children, Where the Sidewalk Ends and A Light in the Attic. I love his quirky illustrations.
One of the most dangerous things a writer can do is read someone else’s work and think, I could do that.
And yet, that’s just what I want to do—write a collection of poems for children and illustrate it with line drawings.
I’ve brainstormed some ideas and I’m adding to my list of topics every week. I have a few poems ready to go. I think 100 poems should be just about right. I could put that together in the next couple of years, even if I only write one a week.
The illustrations will be trickier. I am not an illustrator. My strategy will be to copy some of my favorite illustrator’s works, Silverstein’s included, until I gain some confidence and skill; then, create my own characters and doodle some illustrations to complement the poems. Next month is Inktober, and I think I might use the challenge to work on my illustrations.
Here are some of the poems I’ve written so far:
If I Had a Pony
I could ride him and feed him carrots
I could brush him
I could name him Geronimo
he could take me on adventures to lands far away
he could run like the wind and I would feel like I was flying
he could save me from danger
I could lead him to water
we could ride all day and sleep under the stars
I could be the hero on a pony like that
Serves Him Right
I hope the kid who ripped up
my Student of the Week certificate
gets captured by bloodthirsty aliens
from the planet Beelzebub
who beam him up to their spaceship
and tie him up and look at him
through a giant microscope
and paralyze him with their ray guns
and poke him with needles
and then almost give him a certificate for Best Earth Specimen
but then take it back and rip it up
and eject him from the spaceship
too late for dinner and dessert
and nobody believes him
it would serve him right
I Want to be a Ballerina when I Grow Up
When I grow up I want to twirl;
I think I’ll give ballet a whirl.
To dance on tiptoes is my goal—
It makes me happy in my soul.
To wear ballet shoes on my feet,
To wear a tutu on my seat,
To wear my hair up in a bun
And pirouette until I’m spun.
Not a teacher or a nurse,
Not a president—or worse,
Not a scooper of ice cream—
A ballerina is my dream.
Gorgeous stuff to entice you to create.
Hi friends! I had so much fun painting these birds in my sketchbook!
Watch the video to see the time-lapse!
Participating in Cee’s Flower of the Day today.