Sploosh

Plip, plop, splish, splash

Shrug on raincoat

Batten hatches!

Drippity drop

Umbrella up

Plip, plop, splish, splash

Wind whipping rain

Face drizzled wet

Step, step, dodge, dodge

Puddles, oh no!

Plip, plop, splish, splash

I’m getting wet.

Rubber boots, yes!

Jump in puddles.

Wet all over.

Plip, plop, splish, splash

©Heidi Clark 2022

This poem was inspired by Denise’s post at Ethical ELA. She described how to write a 4×4 poem.

There are four “rules.”

4 syllables in each line
4 lines in each stanza
4 stanzas
Refrain repeated four times in lines 1, 2, 3, 4 of stanzas 1, 2, 3, 4.
Bonus: Try writing a title in four syllables

Other than those four rules, anything goes. There are no rhyming or rhythm restrictions, and you can write on any topic. The 4 x 4 poem is a slight variation of the quatern. It’s also similar to the Tricube Poem.

I have never written a 4×4 and was keen to try. I also wanted to write one that kids would like, specifically second and third graders. I wanted this to be an anchor text for them. I plan to give copies of this poem to small groups and to get them to analyze it. Specifically I want them to understand that:

  • poetry is different than prose
  • no long sentences, but phrases instead
  • the absence of ‘the’ & ‘and’
  • its joyous and fun
  • onomatopoeia
  • assonance
  • alliteration
  • repetition
  • imagery
  • notice amount of syllables
  • understand what is a stanza, and how many of them
  • familiar topic: Vancouver is smack dab in the middle of a temperate rainforest. This poem was inspired by the deluge of water we had in the past few days.

Is there anything else that I should get kids to notice? Any other advice? This would be an introduction to a poetry unit. I want them to be excited.

DripDripDrop

I live in a region that is classified as a temperate rainforest. I know rain. I closely know the shades and tints of rain, and everyone of its permeations.

Today I had the pleasure of being reacquainted with an atmospheric river. Sheets, and sheets of wet stuff lashing all and sundry. Driving? Be prepared to have your windshield wipers dancing in triple time. Having a truck trailer come by you in the other lane? Pray for visibility as your car gets engulfed with water.

I ventured forth in the morning as I had several errands today to attend to.

Swish swish swish went the windshield wipers.

Swoosh swoosh swoosh went the water on the road.

Splash splash splash went the deluge hitting my car from passing vehicles.

ENOUGH! said my mind, my body in agreement hands white knuckled.

I pulled off the road and into the parking lot of a favourite restaurant. Food calling to warm my body and soul. Palak Paneer, Mutter Mushroom, and the lightest and most tender naan accompanied by masala chai. Warmth spread within while I listened to the rain against the window panes going

Drip

Drip

Drop.