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Learning from Writing: Reflections on the Poem-a-Day Challenge 2019
After 60 days of daily writing, it’s time to reflect on all I’ve learned from writing every day. My first 30 days were entries classified as “slice of life,” vignettes and stories from life as I lived it. The second 30 days were poems, one each day of April as part of my classroom poem-a-day challenge.
The first and most important lesson learned is that daily writing makes daily writing easier. The more I write, the more I have to say. That is not to say that writing is easy. In fact, writing is work. Every. Single. Day. I have my share of “writer’s block,” but when I expect to write every day, I look for strategies to push through it. Throughout my day I find myself paying attention to words, images, interactions…everything I encounter is potential fodder for my writing.
A tiny, furry caterpillar scurrying across the sidewalk grabs my attention and I stop to take a photo or two, knowing that there’s a story or a poem or a musing about life somewhere in that fuzzy body. I’m reminded that attention to tiny, perfect things primes me for daily writing.

I’ve also learned that my students need me to give them tips, techniques, and inspiring mentor texts to nurture them as writers. They need to see me as not just their teacher, but as a fellow writer who also experiences challenges and successes, who starts and stops, and even stalls sometimes during the composing process. My scribbles and scratch throughs show that writing takes effort and that it is worth the effort. Being a writer in a community of writer breathes wind beneath our writerly wings.

I’ve learned to see revision as a gift rather than a chore. Writing doesn’t have to be perfect as you lay the words on the page. Revision invites opportunities to revisit and re-see, allowing for new ideas to reshape that thinking on the page. I especially love what revision offers my students. Once they push past the idea that “done” is the goal, they are willing to rework their writing, especially when they have specific techniques to experiment with and concrete feedback to focus the reworking.
The beautiful part of writing is that you don’t have to get it right the first time, unlike, say a brain surgeon. You can always do it better, find the exact word, the apt phrase, the leaping simile. Robert Cormier
I leave this post saying now what? 60 days of blogging challenges have kept me accountable to my daily writing. Will I write tomorrow without a challenge to motivate me? Will I invent a new challenge to keep myself going? Can I keep up a daily writing practice without posting publicly? And what will keep my students writing? They will spend time over the next week or two curating their poems: selecting and revising to create a book that showcases ten of the poems written in April.
Habits are hard to form and easy to break, so I’ll be working to keep this writing habit alive…for myself and for my students.
Temporary: NPM 2019 Day 30
30 poems in 30 days…poof, April is done.
Today’s poem was inspired by the art I saw carved in the sand on my walk today and the power of fleeting experiences.

Temporary
Swoops and swirls
scratched in the sand
transform the expanses of low tide
into a canvas
The view from above
reveals a seascape
nautilus shells and giant kelp
dwarfing people who mill around
brushstrokes along the shoreline
Like voices spoken into the wind,
laughter shared between friends,
the magic is elusive
rising tides erase each mark
washing the canvas
into the sea
Though seemingly temporary
art experienced,
laughter shared,
words spoken
leave trails in our brains
and on our hearts
A canvas wiped clean
makes space
for reimagined creations
interactions with
space, time
sand and sea
Temporary
is time enough
to make a mark
©Douillard
Searching for Blue: NPM 2019 Day 29
A weekend with a horrific shooting at a local synagogue and today’s unexpected downpour created a feeling of gray that seemed to seep through the bones into the soul.
On the second to the last day of National Poetry Month, here is my poem for the day.
Searching for Blue
Some days feel like
crawling through a tunnel of gray
sides pushing in
narrowing vision
muffling sound
restricting each breath
breathe in, breathe out
I search for a crack
a break in the tunnel
a space where light
threads through
brightening the sky
where streaks of blue open paths
to hope and possibility
©Douillard


Wavy Turban Snail: NPM 2019 Day 28
Wavy Turban Snail
Wearing an elaborate castle
the wavy turban snail
pushes out its foot and sticks it to a rock
while salty waves splash
and then recede
exposing
the spiral staircase
that reaches to the sky
embracing spring sunshine at low tide
wearing a feathery cap
or just bringing red algae
along as a friend
the snail pulls in
preserving the wet
and keeping the drying sun out
in its castle
on the rock
©Douillard

Texture: NPM 2019 Day 27

Impressions
My eyes trace the curves
filigree curlicues
etched
into what was once a smooth sheet
Blue peeks through
adding a pillow of soft
to the sculpted edges
Shadows cast on concrete
echo as sunlight
passes through
cooling the midday rays
Texture tap dances
on my heart
rhythms as reminders
that life takes place
in the spaces between
touch the raised surfaces
the dips and cutouts
the places we feel
leaving impressions
imprints
of life lived
©Douillard
Royal Terns: NPM 2019 Day 26
Though it’s still April, we’re already dealing with what will soon become May gray. It’s that pervasive marine layer that characterizes spring and early summer here in Southern CA. But we really can’t complain. The weather is mild and the ocean always welcomes.
Today I noticed the royal terns hanging out on the beach. Before I knew what they were, I called them Groucho Marx seagulls. They have big dark eyebrows and a bright orange beak. Distinctive, distinguished, comical.

Today poem is a Haiku…short and sweet.
Groucho Marx eyebrows
atop orange beak and white wings
shore birds entertain
©Douillard

Lifeguard Towers: NPM 2019 Day 25

Lifeguard Towers
They rest on their haunches
waiting out winter
tucked away
in suspended animation
until the warmth
of summer’s sun
(along with the the assist of a tractor or forklift)
entices them to water’s edge
Spring teases
with bright skies
swimmers tiptoe
into chilly seas
but the towers know better
and will wait
for the border of
May gray and June gloom
to make their way
to their perch
along the shore
©Douillard
Feasting on Yellow: NPM 2019 Day 24
Still leaning on paint chips, I realized I had left mine in the classroom. After my walk, with yellow on my mind, I stopped by the home improvement store nearby and picked up a few paint chips.
Our local beaches are not known for their floral beauty, but I was struck by the abundance of native flowers at a beach a bit north of where I usually walk.

Feasting on Yellow
I feast my eyes on
lemon meringue
garbanzo paste
English custard
plantain chips
sprinkled with turmeric
So many yellows
shards of sunshine
sprinkled across fields
taking root
dancing on my taste buds
I sip on spring’s energy
fragrant blossoms
bubbling, fizzing
unfolding
in my belly
I leave craving summer
©Douillard

Between practicing for our state tests, our minimum day, and too many other demands, we didn’t have time for any sustained poetry writing in class today. Here’s a couple of student poems from earlier in the week.
Rose Colored Glasses
I have my rose colored glasses on,
the grass is always greener.
I am going to the foggy harbor,
it’s a long drive so I need to take a taxi.
I still have my rose colored glasses on,
I will never take them off.
–Leah F.
Word Rocket
Poetry is like a rocket
blasting you off to a new world
of poems
and new vocabulary
plus new techniques
The fun thing is
your rocket never runs out of fuel
just keep exploring
in the galaxy of words
–Aspen
