Poem for Grandma
Like cookies
need milk,
and boo-boos
need hugs…
Instructions to a Tree
I wonder, would my poem have been celebrated in the classroom or would it have been set aside because I failed to follow directions explicitly?
This Is a Test
Three very loud blasts, like a blaring horn, shattered the quiet with a suddenness that makes you panic. I felt a strange tension run through me for a moment.
Filled with Song
I marvel that they sing such songs in this their darkest night. Such joy, peace, love — they give to all of us in their songs.
I Have a Reason
Words were swelling out of my spirit like a mighty sword . . .
I Was a Child
I was a child on that day / sitting on the shoulders of my uncle / part of a great multitude
Sparks
#PoetryFriday
Under the falling darkness
as day fades and night engulfs
I think of light and warmth.
The campfire pulls me in . . .
Madness in March
#SOLC19 No. 31.
As she blended a smoothie, Grandma
cautioned “Pays to pay attention,
or caged birds eatin’
seeds is what you’uns’ll be.”
Indifference
#SOLC19 No. 29 and #PoetryFriday
“The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference.” -Elie Wiesel
The Old Pear Tree
#SOLC19 No. 27
During the last days of summer, the days that are dry and hot without a breath of a breeze, a sweet fruity aroma hovers over our yard. It is the smell of autumn. Of pears ripening.
September
The air is dry, scented with fading lavender and blooming peppermint that line my walkway.
The Sea Calls Me
There are times when I must go to the sea. This past week was one of those times.
Spring
Sacredness surrounds me
in the wonder of creation
my heart praises God.
Poetry-Picture Matching
This post, inspired by primary teachers who joined me during the workshops, is a recap one of the activities we did, an activity to build background knowledge, introduce rich vocabulary, and provide descriptive models during our discussion about prewriting … using poetry.
Strangest Story
You must accept
or reject the story.
Pink Snow
#SOL19 Tuesdays.
Sometimes the petals float down in a soft shower, drifting on a spring breeze. It is such a lovely sight.
Appreciation
#SOL19 #190402.
Not all appreciation is expressed with a “thank you.”
A Smoothie
#SOLC19 No. 30
He looked at his glass with sadness.
The Bike Ride
#SOLC19 No. 28
I was sitting tall on my bike trying to catch the full effect of the air moving over my body, hoping it would offer some relief to the heat. I rode deliberately under the low branches of oaks, mulberries, and pecans that lined our streets.
Winter Trees
#SOLC19 No. 26
She waltzed by me, stopped, and asked what I was reading. I said, “Poetry. I will read you a poem.”
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