Spelling Words Challenge 4-11
Hello Readers,
These are my words for the week of November 9-13, 2009.
piece, peace, break, brake, threw, through, by, bye, beat, beet, thrown, throne, aloud, allowed, past, passed, weight, wait, there, their, principal, principle, symbol, cymbal, stationary, stationery,
Spelling Words Challenge!
The challenge is for you to use the spelling words in the order they are in and make a paragraph out of them in the order they are in.
For an example, go to the blog dated February 17, 2009. It is called "Spelling Words and Challenge!"
Post your answer as a comment on my blog.
These are my words for the week of November 9-13, 2009.
piece, peace, break, brake, threw, through, by, bye, beat, beet, thrown, throne, aloud, allowed, past, passed, weight, wait, there, their, principal, principle, symbol, cymbal, stationary, stationery,
Spelling Words Challenge!
The challenge is for you to use the spelling words in the order they are in and make a paragraph out of them in the order they are in.
For an example, go to the blog dated February 17, 2009. It is called "Spelling Words and Challenge!"
Post your answer as a comment on my blog.
Hello Aliyah,
ReplyDeleteI thought that I might make myself a poetry, as opposed to paragraph, challenge. I hope that this is okay. The words, or shall I say, homophones, lend themselves to poetic use of some kind. Let me think about these combinations for a day or two. Do I have to use all of the words?
Thanks,
Mama Sharon
Hello Aliyah,
ReplyDeleteI thought I might write a poem ("make myself a poem" as opposed to "make myself a poetry"--sorry for the last comment). The more I think about it though, the more I can see smaller poems, perhaps haiku, using each set of homonyms. Or perhaps, not. Consider the following; I'm sure about the meter at all, I suppose that the poem is more visual than metric or rhythmic. As in...
...they went looking for
a piece
of peace,
at the break of day,
at the brake of waves,
watery refugees from the sea.
...then
threw their bouquets of flowers
through the salty, cloudy mist down
by the crags and into the
bye and bye -- singing,
Bye and Bye
When the morning comes,
All the saints will be gathered and gone home.
Washing women nearby join
the ancient melody, with
an ancient beat
discovered through the rising heat,
heard in the pounding of the royal red dye from the sacred beet
to their white handwoven cloths.
The salt in this fabric
thrown to the sea fixes its color, makes it fit for
a throne,
a canvas that speaks volumes
aloud,
of a family--all proud,
to be allowed
to see this peace in this day....
(Am getting stuck here :-)))), but I know what to do with the ending! Watch:)
....Peace, be still,
be stationary,
as still as you can be
to see all of this wonder unfold by the sea,
where I sit, pens around me,
in all shades of blue and green,
recording this scene,
writing on these word-and-picture themes, through the tiny grains of sand on my unruled, ocean-sprayed, lovely linen stationery.
I am starting to like this poem, Aliyah! But it needs considerable more work. I will think about it again for a few days and will have yet another insight. The setting is one we both saw: The beach at Tulum, but looking down on it from the Mayan ruins. I can see two sets of people there: Us, the moderns with the flowers we throw to the sea, and ancient Mayan women washing and dying cloth with natural items like, well, beets :-))). More to come!
Love,
Mama Sharon