Sticks are Dangerous for Girls at Noel even if we all are Dusting.

   I'm back! Not from the dead, but from a long week of no time for poetry. Here goes the list.
   1) Dusting, by Marilyn Nelson. A lovely little poem centered around her gratitude for being alive and, well, here. I liked the images this poem conjured in my mind, of us all truly being little pieces of dust doing dusty things in such a large universe.
   2) Sticks, by Thomas Sayers Ellis. This is a sad poem, I think it was about a child who was abused by his father, and felt like he was sinking. But then he discovered writing, and that became what he took his frustration out on. So say his dad hit him- He'd write it down.
   3) Dangerous for Girls, by Connie Voisine. This poem was kinda freaky, but at the same time, it was like a safety lesson for girls and women everywhere. It was centered around a girl, any girl, seeing all the things happening around her, bloody Jane Does being found in refrigerators, women going missing without a trace, etc. Basically though, the girl in the poem doesn't think anything bad will happen to her, that it's always some one else. Unfortunately, she gets drunk one night, and meets a stranger, and in the morning, you can infer she was "that other girl" who disappeared.
   4) Noel, by Anne Porter. Yes, I am perfectly well aware that this poem is very out-of-season, as a matter of fact, it's about Christmas, and explaining it to kids. I liked how the poem sounded, since I could relate to it really well. Christmas is, after all, a magical time of year. December, actually, is a magical time of year. I really adore Christmas (if you haven't figured that out yet).
   Have a good week, and enjoy killing some chocolate bunnies.