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.
I Have a Reason
Words were swelling out of my spirit like a mighty sword . . .
Strangest Story
You must accept
or reject the story.
I Was a Child
I was a child on that day / sitting on the shoulders of my uncle / part of a great multitude
Pink Snow
#SOL19 Tuesdays.
Sometimes the petals float down in a soft shower, drifting on a spring breeze. It is such a lovely sight.
Sparks
#PoetryFriday
Under the falling darkness
as day fades and night engulfs
I think of light and warmth.
The campfire pulls me in . . .
Appreciation
#SOL19 #190402.
Not all appreciation is expressed with a “thank you.”
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.”
A Smoothie
#SOLC19 No. 30
He looked at his glass with sadness.
Indifference
#SOLC19 No. 29 and #PoetryFriday
“The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference.” -Elie Wiesel
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.
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.
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.”
Pays to Pay Attention
#SOLC19 No. 25
With the airport behind and a huge traffic snarl ahead, I gasp, “THAT WAS OUR EXIT!”
The Gypsy
#SOLC19 No. 24
It was late afternoon, and the sun was casting long shadows on the road where Amelia and a group of village children walked. Just at the edge of the village they came to a bridge that crossed a small stream with wide, flat banks.
Answer!
#SOLC19 No. 23.
The sky was clear. The sun was shining. We had time.
If you can …
#SOLC19 No. 22 with #PoetryFriday.
“If you can dream and not make dreams your master; / If you can think and not make thoughts your aim; . . .”
Our Day Begins
#SOLC19 No. 21
Our day begins before the sun has risen, while darkness still blankets earth and our city slumbers, . . .
Sticky Buns
#SOLC19 No. 20
The hyphenated nouns are kennings, forming metaphors — a perfect element for poetry.
‘Possums
#SOLC19 No. 19
I’ve heard it said that to be healthy, we should have at least one roll-on-the-floor laugh each day.
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