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Discover. Play. Build.

Happy Celebration Saturday. Ruth Ayres is gathering celebration posts over at her blog, Discover. Play. Build.

First I want to shout out and celebrate fellow poet-blogger, Laura Shovan. For her birthday month, Laura posted Pantone colors as writing prompts. As a prize for my participation, she sent me a package of prompts, colors and postcards. What a great gift! Thanks, Laura.

colors and postcards

Sometimes you try a poetry activity and think it didn’t go so well, but then the kids ask for it again. So when C came up, my students asked to do Book Spine Centos. I said, “OK, but you have to spend some time and try to make them have a theme, not just see who can stack up the most books.” Making a well composed cento poem is harder than it looks.

So with a little collaboration and an ever-growing classroom library, my students went to work. While some were perusing the shelves, Vannisa quietly went to the side and lifted the title, “Roll of Thunder, Hear my Cry,” and wrote a couplet poem.

by Margaret Simon A thousand mornings view from the window seat blackbird singing state of wonder

by Margaret Simon
A thousand mornings
view from the window seat
blackbird singing
state of wonder

By Nigel Once upon a marigold, The Twits wake up missing side by side.

By Nigel
Once upon a marigold,
The Twits
wake up missing
side by side.

By Kendall Roll of thunder, hear my cry day by day. A jar of dreams choosing up sides worth things not seen-- eye of the storm.

By Kendall
Roll of thunder, hear my cry
day by day.
A jar of dreams
choosing up sides
worth
things not seen–
eye of the storm.

If you like this idea, step on over to 100 Scope Notes with Travis Jonker and view his 2014 gallery.

Today, I celebrate a week of poetry writing and reading in my classroom. Poetry makes everything better, even storms.

The thunder is very loud,
rain falls from the cloud.

Perfect nonsense is what I say,
I like this rainy thundering day

Roll of thunder, hear my cry,
don’t be so loud, I hear you nearby.

Give me back the blue sky,
or else everyone will be on standby.

The lightning flashes bright,
making the sky turn black and white.

The thunder stops as my teacher reads the poem,
the peacefulness makes me feel at home.

Vannisa, age 10, all rights reserved

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It’s National Poetry Month and I am posting poems using forms, styles, and tools in alphabetical order. (For as long as it works. I may take some poetic license for this.) Jama has graciously gathered all the wonderful poetry blogs at her site, Jama’s Alphabet Soup.

One of my students named this month of writing “April ABCs.”

A is for anaphora. Have you heard of this before? I love it when my gifted kids say “I’ve never heard of that before.” A true teachable moment.

I have written a blog post for Caroline Starr Rose that speaks more about this writing technique, so stay tuned for the publication date for that post.

Anaphora is the repetition of a word or group of words at the beginning of successive phrases. Politicians use it for emphasis. “I Have a Dream” being the most famous. Poets use it to create memorable images and details. When writing with my students, I realized that anaphora can lead to powerful metaphor. If I teach this technique again, I think I would ask the students to include all the senses as well.

Henri-Francois Riesener

Henri-Francois Riesener

I am a Mother

I am the small gold locket you wear on your neck.
I am the scented perfume on your skin.
I am the taste of sweet milk on your tongue.
I am the curl of hair you place behind your ear.
I am the voice that sings a soft lullaby.
I am the warm tender finger wiping away a tear.
I am the earth under your feet, the heart that beats
in time with yours, reminding you each day
you are loved.
–Margaret Simon, all rights reserved

Poetry writing has a way of getting to the core. When the quiet student reads aloud, we realize he’s not only a poet inside, but a real thinking feeling human being. I’m afraid gifted kids, especially the boys, often become a subject of bullying. Sadly, I think K had experienced bullying, and he expressed it in his poem.

This is the quiet kid sitting in the corner.
This is the annoying kid sitting on the porch.
This is the little kid sitting on the lonely swing sets.
This is the lonely kid sitting at the table with no friends.
This is the unnoticeable kid sitting while being bullied.
This is the “weird” kid, a victim with memories and scars

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  Join the Two Writing Teachers Slice of Life Challenge.

Join the Two Writing Teachers Slice of Life Challenge.

Rather convenient that the last day of the Slice of Life Challenge month fell on a Monday, so the regular Tuesday Slice of Life followed. No rest for the weary. Let’s just keep up the momentum. Why stop now?

That’s what I said to my students as they wrote their final slices. Let’s keep this going. So my plans for the month of April is to challenge my students to write a poem a day. Now April is a busy month. Next week we have state testing all week. The last week of April is our Easter/Spring break. I hope you will visit occasionally on our kidblog to read their poems and comment.

National Poetry Month 2014 is exciting and busy! I will try to post a poem a day using different forms. I have a few guest posts coming up; one for Caroline Starr Rose about writing poems using anaphora, and another one about source poems for Laura Shovan. I will link up on the days that these are posted. I am also participating in Irene Latham’s Progressive Poem (links on the sidebar.)

Flickr by Maureen

Flickr by Maureen

Let’s begin with a poem about poetry. This poem was prompted by a quote from Amy Vanderwater in an interview posted on Jone MacCullough’s site: Check it out.

“usually I just let a poem find the voice it wants to find.”

Let a poem find the voice it wants to find.

Real things can happen there,
even imaginary ones.
Dreams…yes,
dreams, too.

Poems hide in unexpected places,
their voices buried in the sand.
Grab your shovel.
Let’s dig them out.

Take me with you on the walk with your new poem.
Let’s build a castle together.
Whisper softly the sound of the ocean waves.

I’ll know when I hear your special voice.
Words will find me watching.
Words will find the hearts they need to find.

–Margaret Simon, all rights reserved.

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Slice of Life Day 27.  Join the Two Writing Teachers Slice of Life Challenge.

Slice of Life Day 27. Join the Two Writing Teachers Slice of Life Challenge.

I was suffering with severe “noideaitis,” a term created by my student Magic Matt. So I traveled around the kitlit blogosphere for inspiration. I found some at the site Teaching Authors. I follow Laura Purdis Salas on her blog, and she has just recently joined the Teaching Authors. Her Wednesday Writing Workout post outlined a process for writing a rhyming nonfiction poem. I gave it a shot. Recently I bought some new spring flowers for my deck. One of these is a bougainvillea. I just love saying the name. I looked it up on Wikipedia and learned all I needed to know to write a quick poem. As Laura suggested, I used Rhymezone to find rhyming words. I don’t think the results are brilliant, but they do teach a bit about this mouthful of a plant.

The actual flower of the bougainvillea is a small cluster of three white flowers in the center.

The actual flower of the bougainvillea is a small cluster of three white flowers in the center.

Bougainvillea

Bougainvillea is a thorny, ornamental vine.
From Brazil or Peru, paper petals intertwine.

The actual flower will fool ya’
hiding white in the bracts of Bougainvillea.

Each heart-shaped leaf steadily climbs.
Don’t you want to say it three times?

Bougainvillea
Bougainvillea
Bougainvillea

Red bougainvillea on my deck looking all perky and springy.

Red bougainvillea on my deck looking all perky and springy.

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Slice of Life Day 26.  Join the Two Writing Teachers Slice of Life Challenge.

Slice of Life Day 26. Join the Two Writing Teachers Slice of Life Challenge.

Doing the Slice of Life Story Challenge with my class has had many rewards. One of these is the return of a former student, now in 7th grade. I’ve shared her poetry before. Her talent is admirable. All I have to do is open the door, and she walks through. We’ve been doing a bit of call and response. She calls; I respond. Today I am posting a few of our exchanges. Right before I posted this, I checked comments on our class blog. Mrs. Surridge with Castlebloggers chimed in on Kaylie’s list poem.

You can read more student slices at our kidblog site, Slice of Life Challenge.

stained glass light

Kaylie: Things that are elegant:

The scent of lavender and vanilla
Saying ‘please’ and ‘thank you’
Ballroom dancing
Herbs as decorations and not flavorings
The word ‘alabaster’
A coat of fresh snow
Peppermint
Lullabies
A spring gale
Puffy white clouds

Me: Sunlight through a stained glass window
A china tea cup with hand-painted roses
The wings of the great blue heron
The sound of wind chimes in tune

Mrs. Surridge: puppy kisses
students who are talented writers
a warm down pillow

Kaylie: Night is a Quilt

Night is a quilt of woven hues
Rich purples, shining silvers, mellow blues

Stars gleam quietly up above
Blinking to the song of the mourning dove

The fingernail moon winks goodbye
As the time of morning draws nigh

Night is a quilt of woven hues
Rich purples, shining silvers, mellow blues

Me: As the time of morning draws nigh,
the great horned owl hoots by.
One final shout to the waning moon
telling us all he’ll be back soon.

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Slice of Life Day 25.  Join the Two Writing Teachers Slice of Life Challenge.

Slice of Life Day 25. Join the Two Writing Teachers Slice of Life Challenge.

yellow top, butterweed

Driving down the road,
I stop to praise the wildflowers
guarding the gully
like yellow-billed soldiers.

I praise your sensible size,
clustered in God’s bouquet,
open to the arrival of bees,
spreading the wings of spring.

Your beauty is the first swamp color,
popping up in winter’s wake.
A glorious butterweed ribbon
unbounded, blowing in the fresh breeze.

Even with your death, you feed us,
such is the circle of life,
from compost to crawfish,
trapped, boiled, and Cayenne-peppered,
just in time for Good Friday Feasts.

–Margaret Simon

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Slice of Life Day 17.  Join the Two Writing Teachers Slice of Life Challenge.

Slice of Life Day 17. Join the Two Writing Teachers Slice of Life Challenge.

I have a tree-hugging naturalist friend who sends out an email every month around the time of the full moon. His email is called Full Moon Alert or FMA.

One of the methods of writing I enjoy is erasure poetry or found poetry. I often find a poem in Jim’s FMA.

flower tree

Full Ides (of March) Moon

Full moon rises Sunday at sunset.
Spring officially starts Friday,
Buds swelling,
swamp red maples coming into bloom,
thangs were moving y’all.

Sky reverberates
with the smudge of cranes.
I love you little.
I love you big.

My ladies are working hard already.
European honey bees are an all-girl operation,
and these are happy dancing
their butter butts, like the warblers
catching Crane flies.

A pair of raptors dive spectacularly,
two lovers celebrating newfound love
in this the season of love.

Happy spring y’all!

Get out and enjoy the fine spring weather.
Get out and stand there with your mouth open
watching that moonrise and sunset with loved ones.
What a gift! And bring some little ones along.

–Margaret Simon, found from Possum Foret’s FMA March 15, 2014

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Slice of Life Day 13.  Join the Two Writing Teachers Slice of Life Challenge.

Slice of Life Day 13. Join the Two Writing Teachers Slice of Life Challenge.

I want to stay here
in deep meditation
focusing on one word,
letting light dance in my eyes,
letting go of stress.
Let me stay a little longer.

I want to stay here
in this warm shower
with scents of fresh herbs, a hint of rose
rubbing my itching scalp.
Steam wraps me in comfort.
Let me stay a little longer.

I want to stay here
reading in my teacher chair
while kids are spotted all around
with noses in their books.
I stop to read a favorite line.
Can I stay here a little longer?

I want to stay here
in shavasana, toes pointing to heaven,
holding my color focal point
melting away the day,
bowing in namaste,
Please let me stay.

photo by Pierce Martin, labeled for reuse on Flickr

photo by Pierce Martin, labeled for reuse on Flickr

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Slice of Life Day 11.  Join the Two Writing Teachers Slice of Life Challenge.

Slice of Life Day 11. Join the Two Writing Teachers Slice of Life Challenge.

Faced with another Slice, I turned to the Two Writing Teachers blog for inspiration. Never fails. On March 8th, they featured an idea used by blogger Mandy Robek “10 Things Right Now.”

1. My friend, James Edmunds (Poor Clio) posted on Facebook “loved today’s March watercolor sunshine.”

2. Reading poetry by Barbara Crooker.

each day, we climb
a few more inches
up the ladder of light,
and grackles and redwings
return, bringing postcards
of tropical sun.

3. Started A Snicker of Magic: Felicity Juniper Pickle collects words:

Popsicle
Paper star
Poppy-seed muffin

4. Tulips on the kitchen table.

tulips

5. Remembering my Uncle Stu. His funeral was yesterday in Georgia. I wasn’t there. My mother wasn’t there. I thought of my cousins all day long. My uncle always hated to say goodbye.

6. My husband has been cancer free for 8 years! Here’s a picture of his new running shoes. Aren’t they cool? St. Patrick’s Day green!

Jeff's new running shoes

Jeff’s new running shoes

7. Meditating for two weeks. Here is a sample from my journal:

Meditation on the words from Emily Dickinson, “Love is the furniture.”
The chair holds me, all my thoughts I brush away with a word.
I sit again and again
in silence, waiting for angel’s wings,
symbols of love.
No words, no thought.
Just light
twisted, jeweled light
wrapping me up in love.

–Margaret Simon

8. The return of my former student to Slice with us. I have missed her voice. This is a small sample of a poem she wrote about Mother Nature. Our class blog is here.

Her feelings come and go
As quickly as leaves fall
In the brisk autumn months.
Her heart will always be with the earth.
If you are quiet, you can hear her heart thumping, thumping,
Dancing to the beat of the cicada song,

9. Cooking with my daughter: The menu is shrimp tacos with mango salsa.

10. Supportive principals: School #1, I got permission to take my 5 gifted students to a local fast food restaurant to solicit donations for an upcoming community service project. School #2, One of my third graders wants to raise funds and food for the local Humane Society. She wrote out notes of her plan and presented it to the principal at recess. She got the go ahead.

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Slice of Life Day 4.  Join the Two Writing Teachers Slice of Life Challenge.

Slice of Life Day 4. Join the Two Writing Teachers Slice of Life Challenge.

Today must be “Opposite Day.” While yesterday I posted a joyful Mardi Gras celebration video, today I am sitting in bed with a glass of tea, a decongestant that hasn’t started working yet, watching the cold rain mixed with sleet come down. If we didn’t already have the day off for Mardi Gras, I would have called in sick or the superintendant would have cancelled school due to icy bridges. The bayou is steaming. The flowers are drooping and saying, “Hey, what gives?”

While I was driving to New Orleans on Sunday, the clouds were billowing, a warning of this day to come, I suppose. As I watched the clouds, I was struck by a metaphor of a bridal gown. Who knows why. I looked up some bridal gown terms and wrote a poem. Laura Shovan has been doing a poetry writing challenge at her blog, Author Amok. She posts Pantone colors every day, and we are invited to write a poem and submit it to her. This has been great practice for me. Her colors for today include Stormy Weather, how appropriate.

Partly Cloudy

The bride was dressed in billowing waves,
blue-grey Chantilly lace layered
over a white-topped empire waist.
Her scalloped neckline accented by rays
of sunlight peering through a cathedral train.
Her attendants, those high Mississippi kites,
flew with utmost grace
announcing her imminent arrival.

–Margaret Simon

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