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Sunday Swearing Lessons: NPM25 Day 19

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Today Jordan at Verselove invited us to write food poems. As soon as I read that invitation my mind took a trip back in time to those occasional Sundays spent with my dad’s Uncle Bob (maybe my dad’s Great Uncle Bob) in his tiny trailer.

In his tiny trailer

Sunday mornings were for

bubbly ginger ale

biscuit making and

swearing lessons.

He’d mix the dough

roll it out

handing us each a drinking glass

the same glasses that would hold

sweet and bubbly ginger ale

doubled

as biscuit cutters.

We’d push down and twist

the pan filled with biscuits

perfectly sized

for girl-child bites.

While we waited

he’d egg us on

urging us to repeat

his favorite

(perhaps G-rated)

profanity.

Goddammit he’d announce

as older sister, I remained silent

little sister tested the swearing waters

our parents, an indulgent audience.

Our sweet reward:

flaky hot biscuits

slathered in butter and honey

with a side of ginger ale

and timeless Sunday memories

with Uncle Bob.

@kd0602

Random Words: NPM25 Day 18

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What happens when a list of random words become the inspiration for poetry? Today’s Verselove prompt was to generate some random words and use them to write a poem.

I googled words for purple and got an endless list of words that definitely seemed random–and not so purple. I picked out 10–somewhat randomly–and let my pen and my words create the path.

Here are the words: iridescent, lilac, exotic, polka dot, legend, zebra, wears, parchment, eye shadow, blackberry

By the Numbers

Tumbling dice conjure

visions of eyes

shadowed in iridescent lilac

bodies wrapped in zebra skins

exotic lifestyle

of the rich or the reckless

My numbers roll out

dressed in jeans and tennies

alarm clocks and speed limits

sets of 23

to match those 46 eyes

that polka dot my classroom every day

I count myself lucky

wearing ordinary

as a golden crown

bejeweled in blackberries

warmed by the sun of their smiles

marked in violet on life’s parchment

a legend in the eyes of children

@kd0602

Some Hay(na)ku for the Earth: NPM25 Day 17

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A couple of weeks ago I learned a new poetry form. Related to Haiku (3 lines, 17 syllables), Hai(na)ku consists of three lines, the first line with one word, the second with two words, and the third line with three words–no syllable counting needed. This Filipino format was introduced to me by Barb who blogs over at Sitting Behind the Eight Ball. She provides more detail about this interesting form on her blog.

Since National Poetry Month and Earth Day overlap, the first graders in my class spend time thinking about and learning how to help the Earth in addition to writing poetry during the month of April (and other times throughout the year as well). They write about plants and animals and the Earth itself. For the last few years, I have had them write 6 Words for the Environment based on the idea of a 6 word story. But this week, after brainstorming a number of 6 word pieces about the Earth, I introduced the Hay(na)ku. We re-looked at our 6 word drafts and re-worked them to craft a Hay(na)ku. (The artwork was inspired by the book we read, Our Planet! There’s No Place Like Earth by Stacy McAnulty and illustrated by David Litchfield)

It’s important to me that the young learners in my classroom understand that their voices matter and that there is power in their words. These first graders have opportunities to explore different ways to use writing and are just beginning to experiment with format. Poetry is perfect to encourage language play!

As I think about my students and my own writing, why not try to express those ideas in a Hay(na)ku myself? Here goes:

Writing

changes everything

speak out now

@kd0602

It might just be the right time for you to play around with form–maybe even try a Hay(na)ku for yourself! What 6 words might you use to express your care and/or concern for our Earth? I know my students would love to know!

This is the World: NPM25 Day 16

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Some days writing opportunities mesh, with one complementing another. Verselove offered a form today: an etheree. I’ve written to this form before (you can see an etheree about poppies here). And then on a network call this afternoon, I had an invitation to write in response to the National Poetry Month poster, with some lines from a Naomi Shihab Nye poem.

Here is my etheree:

This is the World

shared

you, me

together

this is the world

I want to live in

dancing to my own beat

feeling rhythms inside me

different from those you’re tapping

synched or syncopated, we can lift

each other, singing out tunes the world needs

@kd0602

Dreaming in Color: NPM25 Day 15

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Last night I woke up in a dream reaching for color. I could see it, just beyond my fingertips. Words pushed and pulled in my brain, like poetry chewing gum, stretching to capture the colors in that narrow slice of sky sandwiched between the black of night and the shadows of the ocean. Vermillion chased crimson and burgundy, playing tag with golden amber, marigold, and coral until the purples came out to close out the night. Violet swallowed lavender, fading into magenta before allowing indigo to close the colorful show. I tossed in the colors of the dreamy sunset, reveling in their taste and smell. I wrapped myself in the warmth dripping from my dreams, painting images visible only to my mind’s eye. Colors lullabied me back into slumber, settling me, soothing me, refreshing me. I slept. The morning dawned gray, color drained. But my brain danced with the colors lingering, tucked safely away to carry me into the day.

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Imagine my surprise when my alarm went off this morning, with just a wisp of this dream still lingering and found today’s Verselove prompt. Brittany suggested writing a poem about color in nature. Did I manifest this prompt–or did she manifest my dream?

A prose poem seemed like the best vehicle to try to capture my dream search for color. And of course, I can’t resist including a sunset photo–one of my favorite things to photograph!

Safe Harbor: NPM25 Day 14

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I’ve been reading a memoir called The Salt Path by Raynor Winn–and while I’m not yet halfway through–I’m struck by the way the relationship between the couple sustains them despite the hardships they are experiencing: financial difficulties, the loss of the family home, a devastating medical diagnosis… And yet they decide on the most improbable solution given their circumstances–they decide to undertake a walk of hundreds of miles.

This morning, Padma at Verselove offered a prompt she calls Finding a Safe Harbor and offers as mentor text Safe Spaces, a poem from her novel in verse, Safe Harbor. The poem describes the library as that safe place. As I started thinking about safe spaces, harbor from the hardships of the world, I found myself thinking not of a place, but a person. Here’s my draft:

My Safe Place

When clouds roll in

threatening storms and unsettled air

stirring troubling thoughts

When skies are clear

skin warmed

emotions sailing high above

like a kite on a string

Whether the weather

is calm or turbulent

there is only one place for me

A place of comfort

of support

A place to relax

and be myself

No judgement

no worries

no doubts

It’s my place

our place

nowhere but everywhere

all at once

It’s my safe place

It’s the only place for me

My place is with you

@kd0602

I don’t think we’ll be taking off on a hundreds of miles walk anytime soon, but I do count myself lucky to have a sustaining relationship and a safe harbor…for however long it lasts.

I’m Addicted to Bookstores: NPM25 Day 12

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I can’t resist a great bookstore or even a not so great bookstore. Wherever I travel, bookstores are always on my list of places to visit. I’ve been trying hard to stop buying books and use the library instead…because…you know…there is only so much space on my many bookshelves at home. And I’ve been better. I’m becoming quite good at managing my Libby app. But…I still can’t resist a visit to a bookstore.

So when today’s Verselove prompt was an invitation to tell a literary memory, my bookstore addiction popped into my head, compounded by my need to visit the local Barnes and Noble in my son’s town today. (And true confessions, I didn’t resist today!)

I’m Addicted to Bookstores

Breathe in the smell of new books

words floating in the air

tickling that part of my brain

that loves stories

intoxicating

Shelves stacked high

tables teetering too

like cairns of rocks

balancing fiction, poetry, nonfiction, biography, memoir

When is enough enough?

What number of books is the right amount?

Is it even possible to have too many books?

My fingers trace the titles I’ve read

characters whispering

their lines of dialogue in my ears

I see the one that got away

pick it up

to reread the blurb on the back

My library queue is loaded

but the covers cry out

tantalizing instant gratification

over the hands-off library wait

Can I justify just this one?

The one I read, then he reads, they read…

Even when I don’t buy

I still can’t stay away

from that

intoxicating

word-filled

wonderland

A playground for readers

like me

@kd0602

I Don’t Remember–A Photo Essay: NPM25 Day 11

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I don’t remember when I fell in love with wildflowers

Maybe it was when

I danced to the music of wild mustard

forehead to forehead

with great blue heron clapping the beat

Maybe it was when

the chorale of poppies

sang out the orange

a song I can’t help

but sing along

Maybe it was when she told me

I’d find globe lilies

at the second bench

and they bounced in the breezes

of Mt Diablo valley

I don’t remember when I fell in love with wildflowers

but today

I fell in love

all over again

@kd0602

Slow Down: NPM25 Day 10

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Today’s Verselove prompt was an invitation to look closely–something I find that my camera helps me do. So after a stroll through my camera roll, I found my inspiration.

Slow Motion

Fireworks explode

in greens, blues

purples

painting the sea

in still life

motion

in motion almost imperceptible

sea stirred

I remember

to slow down

and channel

my inner anemone

sunbathe in the shallow salt

water

soak up the sun

let the sea stir me into motion

And, when no one

is looking

throw out sparks

that bring

color

to the world