Friday, January 29, 2010

Hazel, the Poet

"Look, Mom. I wrote a poem!" she says, and hands me this piece of scratch paper.

Not sure what it means or who the boy is. But there's something really cute buried in the dark syntax. Or at least that's what Jed said.

Not sure what syntax is? I wasn't either, but Jed told me it was a real word.

10 comments:

k a t y said...

Thank you for the definition.

Sue said...

I am a big Hazel fan.

=)

emily k. smith said...

Jed and Hazel. What show-offs. Morbid show offs.

I love them.

CSIowa said...

My compliments on Hazel's diction. I enjoyed the juxtaposition of "eaten" and "dead." There's clarity like you don't always see in modern poetry!

Kim said...

I wish I could be more smart as Hazel and Jed.

Anita Cramer Wells said...

she and jed--skulls and death t-shirts!

Shana said...

I love the poem! For some reason, it reminds me of a Violent Femmes' song:

I hear the rain,
I hear the rain,
I hear the rain,
Gotta' kill the pain.

Maybe she has a future as a lyricist.

Lindsay said...

Jayne
first time reader and I laughed out loud! especially at Hazel's poem. you are clever and witty, is that how you spell that?

Teachinfourth said...

I don't know as if there is a venue for this type of child-poetry...heck, maybe there is. Does Marilyn Manson have kids?

Bart said...

Hazel's writing cracks me up every time.