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Looking for Poems, Finding So Much More

Well, I am back to my ‘regular’ blog in which I write about teaching and learning and my life as a literacy coach. (For the month of March I blogged a Slice of Life each day for the Slice of Life Challenge) hosted by the TwoWritingTeachers blog)

Many of you may know that I really love poetry and I love sharing this passion with kids. This week a real highlight was working in several fifth grades and introducing them to the wonderful world of Found Poetry. (Some may think call it Black Out Poetry, but we aren’t blacking out the rest…) I told the kids, “Poetry is everywhere, sometimes you just have to find it. Today we are going to practice looking.”

I talked about finding words or phrases that appealed to them and lightly circling them…juicy words, fun words, interesting, or curious words. Then asked them to, “Think about those words and what images or ideas come to mind. How do the first and second words connect? Do they? Are there words in between that could help? Would be better? Go through your words and look for that emerging poem. When you have found it, box out those words so they pop! Then you can illustrate your poem if you wish or create a doodle to pull those words forward.”

Boy, did they find some poems! The range of emotions and themes blew me away. These were first time attempts! I cannot wait to see what they find the rest of this month.

 

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One More Off My TBR Stack!

IMG_3281.jpgThe Creativity Project edited by Colby Sharp

This book really IS awesometastic! Teacher, Colby Sharp invited some of the best writers of kidlit to submit creative prompts and then respond to the prompts of one another. The result is a collection of incredible short stories, poems, comics, illustrations, and CREATIVITY that will truly delight readers and inspire writers. In the second half of the book, authors submit creative prompts for readers to respond to with their own creative flair. I am a huge fan of these kidlit authors and loved it. Kept telling myself, “just one more” as I read in bed the last few nights. Ages 8-12ish

 

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shared slices

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For thirty one days
we have shared our slices
of success, of loss
of sacrifices.
We read and respond
to the words of peers;
shared a laugh
and shed some tears.
The month is done
but words not yet,
stay close to those
you can’t forget.

I am so grateful for the connections I have made with other slicers this month. I have followed several on their blogs and Twitter, and hope that one day we may meet in person. From past years I was blessed to meet Fran, Aileen, Kathleen, Michelle, Leigh Anne, Stacey, and so many others that I’ve been lucky enough ‘tweet up’ with.
Follow other slicers. Keep those connections. Keep living the writerly life of a slicer.

Thank you to everyone who responded to my posts and connected with me during this month. Thank you to everyone  who inspired me with their writing.
I am thankful for and humbled by this community.

tilbury town

IMG_2991.jpgI found
my place
in Tilbury Town
where
Robinson grew and
gained renown
and penned
his poems
of life and pain
of small town
folks
in
rural Maine.

 

I love my little town. Gardiner, Maine was the boyhood home of poet Edward Arlington Robinson who used it as the inspiration for many poems set in his fictional American “Tilbury Town“. This little community on the Kennebec River has been my home the last 25 years. I grew up in the Midwest, which I still hold near and dear…but the hardworking and caring people that make up this community have created the ideal place to raise my family and build a fulfilling life that brings me so much joy.

#micropoetry #SOL18

om

The
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in a
sound
from the
beginning
of time
at one
with others
whose
voice
joins
with
mine.

 

#micropoetry #SOL18

If you have ever taken a yoga class you may have joined in the chanting of “Om” at the opening and closing of your practice.  There is something truly mesmerizing the way you lose the sound of your own voice as it joins the vibration of the chant and you feel totally connected to the others in the room and beyond. There are brain researchers who are studying this phenomenon and finding support for the positive effects many people experience from chanting “ah-oo-mm”-similar to nerve stimulation treatments used to treat depression and epilepsy.  As I try to connect my mind, body, and spirit each week, it is the simplest of sounds that helps me in such a profound way.

mrs. beasley

IMG_2962.jpgDid you ever
have

a toy
that personified
a phase
of your childhood
you had
forgotten
until you walked
into a room
and saw
that someone else
preserved
that fading memory
and tattered toy
in a way
you wished
you had?

 

Last week I walked into a co-worker (and friend’s) classroom and saw Mrs. Beasley staring at me from the corner as if to say, “It sure has been awhile. What’ve you been up to?”  Her apron and granny glasses were missing and her stuffing was sticking out in places. She’d aged about as well as I had. But she still had that loving smile that soothed me as I fell asleep at night and greeted me as I woke each morning. Her big blue eyes looked right into heart and pulled me back into my own elementary school for a trip down memory lane. 

mise en scène

 

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My skin breathed
in the sunlight
as it retired
toward the trees
My ears drank in
the gurgling
of the spring melt
reprise
hypnotized
mesmerized
energized
by the vernal mise en scène

 

In Maine we often flit between winter to mud season in early spring. While the ground is still frozen but the angle of the sun offers some warmth, I like to walk in the woods and along the fields where icy streams begin to thaw. The gurgles, babbles, and trickles of that melting snow is so captivating. Today my walk was incredibly peaceful and private contrasted with the marching I participated in over the weekend.
Life is balance.
Warm and cool, ruckus and silent, busy and calm, yin and yang. 

clarity

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How
do we

boil down
our arguments
and get to the heart
of our positions on complex
topics? See it through
the eyes of a child
and you will
find clarity
and truth
so
simply.

 

As I listened to speakers and read all the signs at the MARCH FOR OUR LIVES on Saturday
I looked down at the snow and noticed this small child breaking sticks into pieces and carefully laying them on the ground. Within moments I predicted the simple, yet compelling message this child was seeking to convey. And then I looked to the right of the child and read a message scrawled on a cardboard box by a sibling…I WIS GUNS WRN REAL.

It doesn’t get much clearer than the wishes of these children.

 

#MicroPoetry  #SOL18

heroes

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There would be no heroes
if there was no sorrow.
Think about this
if your heart breaks tomorrow.

I was in awe yesterday of the courageous students who stepped forward and spoke up in the wake of unspeakable tragedy. I know they would exchange this hero status for their normal teenage lives in a heartbeat if it meant their friends had not been gunned down and their generation had not been held hostage to the gun violence that has reached epidemic proportions.  Look for the light to emerge from the darkness and there you will find your heroes-these kids have brought a new light to these dark times.

success

 

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SUCCESS
is achieved
IF
you are lucky enough
to love what you do
AND
the people
you do it with.

 

 

 

I don’t often go out with colleagues. Usually by the end of the week I’m exhausted and ready to be home. This week one of my teacher friends wanted to go out and celebrate some good news I received about some recent health concern. Another colleague joined us at a local pub and we had such a wonderful time talking about school and home.  I have always been grateful for my job. Last night I was reminded how grateful I am for the relationships my job has brought into my life.

Slice of Life Challenge 2018   #MicroPoetry

blossom

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I walked into my room
dropping bags to the floor
and shedding the vesture
of an assiduous day
when the yellow petals
grasped my gaze
and your loving gesture
grabbed my heart.

 

I have the most wonderful husband in the world, but he has never been accused of being a romantic. He has always been more practical than poetic, more playful than pensive. He knows sunflowers are my favorite. I came home from a long day in a long week and was caught off guard with the bouquet behind me.  I stared in stunned silence at those flowers and realized that he was thinking of me when he saw them, bought them, brought them home, placed them in water, and set them upon my bureau. Each step was an act of love that will continue to  ‘blossom’ long after each petal fades.