Sometimes poetry is just silly and fun. And sometimes blogposts should be that too!
This poem is based on a prompt. Basically, write a poem based on a song.
It's the beat of the song that draws me in. It makes me want to dance and laugh and just be silly (and if my grandchildren join in, all the better).
This song also reminds me of a children's book. Can you guess which one? I answer the question with my poem title.
Today, just enjoy this little bit of fun.
Where the Wild Things Are
In my head
there is a house
full of rooms
full of things--
strange and wonderful and
wild
things.
In this house
most, umm, many of
the rooms are locked
silent
though sometimes things
escape--
wild things.
Click.
From my window
where nameless people pass
I imagine lives
they live, worlds
they visit and
I hitch a ride--
wild places.
In these imaginings I
machete forests
and drink grog
and fight dragons
to save
worlds--
the wild hero.
Then my own world
calls me back.
"Mom, where's my school lunch?"
And the wild things
retreat to their
cages in my
tamed head.
Click.
Oh that wild imagination. I have one. You have one. Does that scare you? It shouldn't. It's part of who we are and what makes us unique. I hope you don't keep yours hidden in some cold, dark dungeon. But if you do, I challenge you to let it out.
Everyone should let their imagination run wild. At least, once in a while!