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.
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.
SeaReflections
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Prime numbers, creating limits and brevity of language, a structure to build with. Many thanks to Erika at #verselove for a prompt that asks us to craft a poem that explores an abstract concept using lines built of prime numbers. I’m not sure that everyone will agree with me, but I see learning as an abstract concept–one that is hard to pin down and define. As one who spends all day with young learners, I’m constantly reminding myself to get out of the way and let the learners in my room do their thing. I’m not quite satisfied with my effort–and I really wanted to end up with a prime total. Maybe I’ll get some feedback that can lead me back in that direction!
Prime Learning
Define learning: Time for play, messing and making, hands in and hands on
like water through stone, it will find its way through to joy