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Sweet Peas: Day 19

I found myself searching for the flowers without knowing they were there.  The distinctive smell of sweet peas wafted through the office, and even as I headed out the door, I had stop to both smell them and take a photo.  I’m wondering if they came from our school garden.

sweet peas

Is it Summer Yet?

 

I could smell them

before I could see them

fragrance afloat

drifting down the hallways of my mind

a time machine of smells

taking me back

to those warm carefree

barefoot

backyard days

when the smell of sweet peas

spring’s perfume

hints

that summer is near

 

Douillard 2018

Some of my students have gotten quite playful in their poetic compositions–both created as found poems.  The first about dogs…

Tail Wagging Fun

Puppies, dogs all
All chasing their tails
Wagging tails this is
Cutie the cure for boredom
Companion circle time!

Rylan

and the second about dance.

Dance

 

Musical instruments

An art form

Music in the air

The grace, strength, and poise of the dancers

The art form

Ballet

Balance, flexibility, posture

Dance

 

Amelia

Day 19 is a perfect day to play around with topics and ideas for your poetry.  What will you write today?

More Found Poems: Day 18

As promised in yesterday’s entry, today’s post will include some of my students’ found poems. This was not an easy process–many students expressed frustration with not having all the words they wanted to use.  Many stuck to the topic of the Wonder they picked, a few branched out to a different topic.

Koa read Do You Like Grapefruit? and “found” this poem in it.

Grapefruits

Grapefruits are

so sweet

so large

and kind of sour

the forbidden

fruit sinks

into your teeth

a citrusy snack

of wonder and joy

growing

in big clusters

grapefruits

Koa

Grayson chose to learn about pandas and wrote this poem:

China Pandas

Cuddly bamboo lovers

black and white

adorable creatures

with love and peace

they climb giants

and spread happiness

in China.

Grayson

And Avi, who has a passion for motorcycles, choose an article about motorcycles to “find” his motorcycle poem.

The Motorcycle

 

Complex

physical

a motorcycle

full of force

maintaining stability

keeping upright

a motorcycle

Avi

I sent my students home today with an invitation to explore a math wonder and “find” a math poem in the process.  Here’s my poem, “found” in this article about triangles.

Geometry

Sides, angles

square, rectangle, triangle

mathematicians

great minds

classify, name

a variety of triangles

equilateral

isosceles

scalene

and angles

acute

obtuse

right

combine and count

it’s geometry

the experts decided

Douillard 2018

And all that thinking about triangles and angles reminded me of the bridges I saw and crossed in Portland last week.  So here’s some geometry in action!

bridge angles

Take a look around for some mathematical inspiration for your poetry!

 

Found: Day 17

Inspired by blogger Molly Hogan over at Nix the Comfort Zone, I decided to try my hand at some found poetry…and to introduce my students to this process as well.  To ensure student choice and accessible reading, I decided to head over to Wonderopolis and choose a Wonder of the Day as my source for a found poem.

I picked the article, Where Does Sea Glass Come From? and set off to select words that would become my own original poem.  Following Molly’s model, I decided that I would only use words I “found,” not changing word endings or adding any words of my own.

sea glass

Sea Glass

 

Stained

Works of art

Ocean recycles

Frosted, smooth

Mermaid’s tears

 

Tumbling

Water, waves, and sand

Tossed

Etches

Bottles, jars

 

Treasures

Collect glass

Collect art

 

Examine colors

Green

Brown

Blue

And clear

Weathered

Scarcity

Sea glass

 

Douillard 2018

My students selected their own wonders today and started reading and selecting the words they would use for their own found poems.  We ran out of time before they finished, so you’ll have to wait until tomorrow for some examples of their found poetry.

I do have a couple of Haiku from the two students who have not yet had a poem appear on my blog yet this month.  The first is a Haiku about Haiku:

Haiku

a Haiku makes you
use cuts and say five seven five
made 12th centuries
Gus
The other was inspired by a plant:
Plant

Lush green reaching up
to the shady blue, never ending
sculpture with stained white
Max
Where are you finding poems today?

Buoyed: #litterati Day 16

Daily beach walks make me keenly aware of the ways that trash finds its way onto the beach. Straws and plastic wrappers are common, along with bottle caps and bits of aluminum from decomposing cans.  Sometimes I find more interesting bits of trash–plastic toys, sunglasses, pieces of surfboards and more.  Today I found an escaped boat bumper or buoy being tossed in the surf…and it became today’s poetry inspiration.

Taking a photo of trash and then disposing it properly is the habit of many camera wielding activists…the #litterati.  Small acts add up to a big difference.

buoyed litterati

Buoyed

 

Bobbing in the waves

an escaped boat bumper

heads toward shore

 

Styrofoam bullet

breaking

spreading harmful trash

in its wake

 

We can all help

one photo

and one piece of trash at a time

#litterati

 

Douillard 2018

And a student photograph and poem…inspired by the palm tree that stands tall in the center of our playground:

tyler pineapple palm tree

A Pineapple Palm Tree

Way up high in the sky
A pineapple sits on a stem with leaves swaying every which way,

held high by the stem

about as wide as your hug and as high as the
Seagulls soaring above
Us

a rainbow of thought to feed
Your imagination

Tyler

Like photography, poetry offers new perspectives on ordinary objects and actions.  What can you see anew today?

Seeking Silence: Day 15

Today marks the halfway point of my self-imposed 30 day National Poetry Month challenge. And as always happens for me, the more I write, the more easily I’m able to write.  Now, don’t get me wrong, I know these poems are not masterpieces…they are, in fact, all first drafts that would benefit from feedback, revision and more revision.

Returning back to school also means that I can involve students in the revision and feedback process as well.  What will happen when we take the time to select some of our poems to rework and improve?  How can we take inspiration from each other and from published poets as we tackle the difficult task of revising our writing?

Today also marks the last day of spring break for me.  It was a lazy day spent reading and running a few errands…with a lovely beach walk squeezed in too.  As is often the case, I found myself drawn to the seabirds…

sandpiper silence

Seeking Silence

 

In a world of noise and constant motion

 

I seek silence

in the roar of the surf

as turquoise and blue

tumble to frothy white

 

I seek silence

in the laughter and squeals

of children

plunging headfirst

into the chill of the spring tide

 

I seek silence

in the bobbing sandpipers

searching for snacks at lowtide

crying out warnings

when my camera comes too close

 

In the solace of the ocean and its noise and constant motion

I find a way to quiet my mind

and breathe in silence

 

Douillard 2018

And on this last day of spring break I found a photo and poem from a student in my inbox.  (Thanks to the parents who allowed their children to email poems to me over the break.)

Amelia dew

Dew,

Resting its head on its cold plant pillow

Sparkling as the sun shines in them

like a diamond shattered into a million tiny pieces

Showing its power

 

Amelia

How are you spending this mid-point Sunday in April?

 

 

Abundance: Day 14

Coming home means time for reflection and time to return to the daily routines.  When I woke up this morning I was greeted by the overflowing mound of laundry…which led me to thinking about the abundance of the last week.

laundry

Overflow

 

Days of abundance overflow

wild rivers carry infinite grains of sand

mixing rain and sea water

nature’s elixir

coating my eyes

my throat

my being

freezing to icy whiteness

as we climbed the mountain

high above the city

head in the clouds

droplets run like rivers

down my cheeks and back to the sea

overflowing in a crash

of waterfalls

Traces followed me home

in my head

in my photographs

and in the pile of laundry

overflowing the basket.

 

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And I came home to an email…a fun little list poem from a student.

A berry on a bush,
A sizzle from a pan,
A woof from a dog,
A little ladybug’s plan,
A fine line land,
A click from a clock,
And that is how my poem stops.
Hadley
What abundance have you been experiencing?