Somedays shorter is better–and this wings-spread ladybug I saw on the beach today inspired the 17 syllables of a Haiku.

Sandy ladybug
Wings spread open, sunbathing?
Or just Lady Luck?
Give me sharp pine needles
and tall trunks that scratch the sky
Skies that bloom into oranges
so juicy you can taste them
and pinks that shyly blush
Birdsong and wind that whispers
rushing water and creaking branches
a kind of silence that isn’t silent at all
but leaves space for thoughts to roam
Give me unpaved trails
where my feed connect me
building pathways in my brain
a salve to my soul

Today’s #verselove prompt was an opportunity to revise. So often the poetry I post during April are first draft efforts, producing a daily poem rather than refining pieces begun. So I took time today to go back to yesterday’s triolet. I had some ideas about what I wanted to get to and rather than staying with the triolet form, instead I took on another new (to me) form: a nonet poem.
Mirror Image
Looking into the shiny mirror
sky and water dance in colors
teal to blue to steely gray
lighting the way to see
unexpected view
beyond the sea
waves inhale
exhale
Me
One of the things I love most about #verselove is the opportunity to try new poetry formats and the stretch myself beyond my comfort zone. This is my first triolet, check the #verselove link above for more information.
Sea Reflections
when I look into the mirrored surface today
sea echoes in my ears and in the roll of the waves
in my eyes reflects every shade from teal to blue to steely gray
when I look into the mirrored surface today
whispers I hear in the outlines of egrets, whistles of shorebirds, briny tickle in my nose…it’s here I’m called to stay
my heart beats to the rhythm, nature’s melody rings clear, it is this wild wet place my soul craves
when I look into the the mirrored surface today
sea echoes in my ears and in the roll of the waves

Why do you write poems with your students when you could be teaching phonics? Because poetry is playing tag with words, chasing them through your mouth, and your ears, and your eyes until you capture them with your pencil and wrestle them onto the page. Poetry squeals with delight and leaves us all breathless–we can’t wait to write again tomorrow.
Why do you write poems with your students when you could be teaching phonics? Because poetry lets us build words like they are made of Legos. We fit the pieces we already know and figure out which new pieces to push in. Sometimes our word buildings fall down and we pick up the pieces and try again, using what we know to help us expand and stretch. Poetry comes in all sizes so we can start small, building confidence and skills until we are ready for the 1000-brick set.
Why do you write poems with your students when you could be teaching phonics? Because writing with young poets is like planting a garden. You amend the soil, plant plenty of seeds, and make sure the watering system is functioning. Pay attention, pick out the weeds when they creep in, and be ready for fresh ideas ready to harvest. Don’t tend too closely, let their roots dig deep and spread wide. Give them space to explore and experiment. Let them loose and watch them bloom.
Together we become a community of writers. We cheer each other on, prop up those who are drooping, lean in to those who have found the sunny spot. Some days we race each other to the finish line, other days we meander uncovering new word combinations, new ideas, new understandings as we listen and learn from each other. Mostly we breathe in the energy and joy of writing and exhale poems.

You lightly caress my cheek
I’ve come to depend on the warmth
of your embrace
then you vanish
hidden
leaving me in the cold
in the gray
while you play hide and seek
in the thick marine layer
your reach diminished
no longer within reach
of my cloud cooled skin
leaving me bereft
pining for your healing rays
Come back to me spring sun!

Today #verselove prompt played on that question to teachers dread…did I miss anything? And I loved the opportunity to play with the idea of what was missed as I crafted a poem about my walk at the beach today. I hope my poem brings you along and gives you a taste of my energizing walk.
What You Missed
Today on the beach
you missed
the unfurling of tension
spooling from my shoulders
as I breathed in the briny sea air
that is still not quite spring warm

You missed
the tropical smell of sunscreen
on bared bodies
plunging into the too cold surf
laying on the too rocky shore
playing together in community
in this community treasure
You missed
the unending science lessons
as I studied the geology
of crumbling cliffs
and ocean-smoothed cobble
the biology
of velellas velellas
the not quite jellies
washing up on the shore

You missed
the pelicans
enjoying the low tide reef

and the pock marked rounded rock
a bowling ball for an octopus?

Luckily
I took my camera along
so you can enjoy my beach walk with me

It was serendipity that today’s #verselove prompt by Margaret coincided with an exploration of “Tiny Perfect Things” in my classroom today. We read the book by the same name and then picked a tiny perfect thing as the subject of our poetry. Students wrote some wonderful pieces–I wish I had jotted down some of their wonderful lines to share with you all! That will have to be another post.
My tiny perfect thing piece was inspired by a photo I took this week…of a dandelion growing in a crack in the road in my neighborhood.

Road cracked
dandelion rooted
roared
riotous
yellow blossom
bloomed
Take note:
live in possibility
turn lemons
into lemonade
find the silver lining
Inhale deeply
exhale a wish
for generations
seeds floating
whose dreams will come true?
What can we learn from a dandelion?
Today I wrote a poem from a poem–a found poem, that is. Dave at #verselove suggested finding a text to redact, to find a poem within the words already there. My mind immediately went went to a favorite poem of mine, one I always share with students (even if they are only 6!). So I took Naomi Shihab Nye’s Valentine for Ernest Mann and found a poem.
Poem Secrets
spirit says
poems tell secrets
sleeping shadows
drifting
before we find them
skunk eyes
re-invented
crawled and curled
give us poems
check the odd sock
you’ll know

Anna over at #verselove invited us to be inspired by a poet we shared a birth month with…but instead, I happened upon a poem by a wonderful SDAWP colleague poet that stopped me in my tracks. I highly recommend reading Everything Needs Fixing by Karla Cordero. There are so many lines that I loved…but I picked this line to inspire my (very short) poem tonight: …but what I’m certain of, is still,. the uncertainty of which tools repair the aging dog, the wilting snake plant, the crow’s feet under my eyes…
The busiest of days pushed me toward the shortest of poetry formats. I chose 17 syllables–a Haiku–to respond.
Fix This
seeking solutions
as the world turns, life happens
where is the tool kit?