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This is the World: NPM25 Day 16

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

I’m Addicted to Bookstores: NPM25 Day 12

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

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

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

Scarred: NPM25 Day 5

I’ve written scar stories, I’ve had my students write their own scar stories, but when Bryan’s scar prompt came up this morning at Verselove, I just kept thinking about my good fortune in this life.

Instead of my own scars, my mind immediately went to a student that I didn’t get to help this year. Time with me was too brief, attendance too sporadic, and eventually fear won and my student was gone. I can only imagine the resulting scars for this child and this family.

Both Molly at Nix the Comfort Zone and Margaret at Reflections on the Teche posted poems using a form they called a shadorma: a six-line poem that follows a 3/5/3/3/7/5 syllable count. To keep myself focused and constrained, I used this structure for today’s poem.

Immigration Policy Fallout

scarred learning

at only seven

fear impedes

permeates

school: expensive luxury

erasure of hope

@kd0602

Roadtrip: NPM25 Day 4

Dave’s prompt over at Verselove about travel is actual lived experience at the moment. And as often does when travel is involved, the day got away from me. Here is my small offering…a piece that may (or may not) develop during the course of the month.

Roadtrip

Pack the car

snacks galore

(which we never touch)

Are we traveling

or moving in to stay?

Hope Unfeathered: NPM25 Day 3

Today’s Verselove prompt comes from Denise. She encouraged us to borrow some rhyming words to craft a poem of our choice.

Rhyme is one of those techniques I mostly stay far away from. Rhythm, yes. Word play? I’m in. But rhyme challenges me–it feels too forced or too trite or just too obvious.

But in the spirit of trying and working to craft something meaningful, I turned to Emily Dickinson and her very well known poem, Hope” is the Thing with Feathers and borrowed some rhyming words–as well as using her title as inspiration on the slant for my title.

An afternoon at the Monterey Bay Aquarium under the influence of the sea–both inside the aquarium and outside in the wilds of the magnificent Monterey Bay provided the content: jellies, the giant Pacific octopus, the grumpy looking moray eel to name just a few.

Hope Unfeathered

In depths of blue

another world appears

breaths unbodied

inside out tears

Spiraling within an octopus soul

rages a tentacled suctioning storm

transformational power of the rainbow

a palette of colors from cooling to warm

Some float and bob

unnoticed unheard

hope unfeathered

fantastical creatures, marine mammals, and birds

Under the spell of the sea

wild wet weirdly wonderful

I splash in the mystery of extremity

so much to explore–just the ocean and me

@kd0602

How to Write a Poem: NPM24 Day 30

All this month I have challenged myself to write a poem and post it here…AND I have been working with my young students, creating opportunities for them to write poems in lots of different ways. I’ve been inspired by poets at #verselove who have offered daily prompts and thoughtful feedback to my mostly first draft poems. So on day 30, what would I offer my students…and myself as impetus for composing?

Today we headed back to Grant Snider and his book Poetry Comics. (You can read a mini book review here and a bit about Haikomics here). I read them the four “how to Write a Poem” pieces from the book and we talked about what advice we might give aspiring poets. Grant recently wrote a blog post teaching his readers how to make a poetry comic. When I read his post, working my way all the way down to the end I found my own students’ Haikomics featured there! So after reading Grant’s blog post and showing my students all the ideas he shared about how to create a poetry comic–I also showed them that some of their poems were a part of his post! (That definitely created a lot of excitement!)

With all of that as inspiration, I invited students to write their own poetry comics–maybe even a “how to write a poem” poem. And they are off and running! Unfortunately, creating a poetry comic takes a bit more time…I’m hoping we can get them finished tomorrow.

Of course I wrote with my students…and I, too, need more time to get the comic bit completed. But I did take some time to revise my poem when I got home today…and will share the words that hopefully will become a poetry comic with some work with my students tomorrow.

How to Write a Poem (with first graders)

Dip into lots and lots of poems

swim in the language

play in the wonder of words

Notice the pitter patter of ideas

tap dancing like raindrops on the roof

like dew drops slipping off the leaves

Soaking into childhood’s wild fresh colors

unleashing a sky full of rainbows

Settle in the moment

and wait…

poets will bloom

Sound Off: NPM24 Day 27

Today’s #verselove prompt was to “sound off,” but honestly, on a busy Saturday after a busy week, I simply needed a space with the sound off. So I decided to riff on that idea for today’s poem.

Sound Off

Today I need the sound off

to tiptoe through clouds of silence

listening to echoes

of nothing at all

Sound off

vibrations stilled

hearing only the words inside

my own head

And in that quiet

inspiration speaks

in colors muted and soft

a masterpiece

heard only by one

From Black Sage: NPM24 Day 25

Some days less is more–and this is one of those days for me. #Verselove suggested a where I’m from poem, but at the end of a long day, a where I’m from Haiku is where I found myself. (Inspired by the black sage in full bloom on campus right now)

Where I’m From

My nose knows black sage

fragrant, earthy purple blooms

marks this place as home