The National Day on Writing has come and gone, and here at the end, I feel like a failure. Well, at least when it comes to trying something new, which is what I usually do this time of year. I though about doing something with this year's theme: writing you community, but it just didn't work for me today. Instead, I just introduced zombie poetry to this year's group. It was a different experience, though, as all my classes are ninth graders, and they've been around the annual SFJH Zombie Haiku Contest for three years. Usually I have an easy sell with 7th graders, but this time 'round it was more like reselling an idea to them that they had discarded two years ago. Most of them bought back in though.
Just a warning, I wasn't really feeling the undead flow today. However, I did eke out a few between all the empty brainwaves.
Here they are for your (dis)pleasure:
counting
syllables
has left the
zombie poet
without any
brains
zombies
volunteer
as tribute to
get a spot
in the hunger
games
cancer, like
zombies,
eats your
insides without
mercy or
remorse
(for the girl who wanted to write kitty haiku instead of zombie haiku:)
munching on
kittens
causes zombie
snacker to
hack up
excess hair
Hopefully I'll come up with something a tad more profound the next time I attempt to write.
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