Poetry Friday round-up is with Sylvia at Poetry for Children.
It was one of those all day rains. One of my last days of our holiday break, and I was bored. I cleaned out cabinets, watched shows on Netflix, made a fire in the fireplace, and played around with magazine collage. During the hectic days of teaching, I crave this kind of time. Funny how our minds work. On this day, I was restless and wishing for the rain to stop.
100 % Chance of Rain
(with a borrowed line from Robert Frost “Revelation”)
Wind blown ripples
the water,
whipped like frothed cappuccino,
Poetry Friday round-up is with Donna at Mainely Write.
My husband gave me a new-old art journal for Christmas. My artist friend Marcie Melancon made it from an old book. Inside are all sorts of paper from other books, maps, a small bag, etc. Once I opened it, I was inspired to write. The first page is a sketch of a woman. I started writing a poem in my car in a little notebook. Aha! I could fill the journal with scrap paper poetry! I’ve already taped in 5 poems. I don’t think I’ll continue at this pace, but I’m enjoying the process.
Art journal by Marcie Melancon.
I wrote the above poem, Emily Saw More, as a #haikuforhope in response to amazing beach pictures my friend Grace Krauss posted on Facebook.
Tell me how the sun rose
Ribbons rising above the tide
Emily saw more…
Margaret Simon
#haikuforhope
Last week, Amy VanDerwater posted a suggested line for a poem, “Today you will find me…” As most of you know, I am a new grandmother. I’m spending time with the sweetest, most amazing baby boy. So that is where you will find me.
Today you will find me
smelling new skin,
soft fuzz of a newborn’s head,
holding a swaddled bundle,
memorizing his small ear,
round nose, and mouth
of many expressions.
Today I will stay a while,
feel present to Wonder,
hold Love
like it will never
let me go.
Poetry Friday round-up is with Buffy at Buffy’s Blog.
I have grown-up children and am very grateful for it, especially in light of the new elf-on-the-shelf craze. I think I would fail miserably at being in charge of creative ways to position an elf each night. However, when December was coming, the elf-on-the-shelf became a topic in my students’ writing. One afternoon I left the room for a bit and when I returned, my students had positioned Jack the lemur hanging from a chair. Chloe said, “I think Jack has an elf inside him!”
Since then, Jack has found many creative ways to make mischief in our classroom. This phenomenon led me to respond with a poetic letter to Jack.
Dear Jack-on-the-shelf,
Your personality is showing through
the things you like to do.
Play Bananagrams.
Spell “I Love You.”
Hang with Santa.
Curl up in tissue.
Each day, Chloe looks for you
to see where you’ll be found.
You make our class time
full of joy.
I hope you’ll stick around.
Love,
Mrs. Simon
I’ve been participating in Mary Lee Hahn’s #haikuforhope this month. On Twitter, we are all using this hashtag to share our small poems of hope. I’ve posted mine on this blog daily.
In class every day, we choose a quote to write from. On Monday, I wrote a haiku from this quote by E. S. Bouton, “True wisdom lies in gathering the precious things out of each day as it goes by.” I was talking to a friend about the birth of my grandson, and she told me about a book called Full Catastrophe Living by Jon Kabat-Zinn. Even within the happiest of moments, catastrophe lies. We need to use the art of mindfulness to be aware and live fully through these moments.
Gathering moments
of happy catastrophe
into precious life.
One of the best parts of this Poetry Friday community is the Winter poem swap managed by Tabatha Yeats. My recipient this year was Matt Forrest Esenwine. He posted my gift and poem on his site today along with a virtual Christmas party.
I received a handmade journal and a poem from Linda Mitchell. She is in my writing group. How serendipitous! She explained that she had gathered words and phrases from one of our Zoom meetings and weaved them together into this amazing reverso poem. She also hand made the little snowman from cutting paper from an old discarded picture book.
With my students this week, we explored word wandering. I remembered first seeing this idea on Today’s Little Ditty when Michelle featured Nikki Grimes. Some great examples are included in the Best of Today’s Little Ditty, 2014-2105. Breighlynn wandered with the word bell.
Bell
by Breighlynn
Bell is a shiny word, the music in my ears Ding! Ding! The bell rings for school for lunch even playtime Bells help us learn just like music.
I played around with a few words in my notebook, and each one seemed to lead me to babies. (Wonder why?)
Small is a tiny word
rolling on the page
where nothing is too small
to be noticed.
Small is my baby boy.
His lips circle and stretch
as he tastes the world.
Whenever you feel small,
think of this tiny miracle
and you will know
the truth
of pure love.
Poetry Friday roundup is with Elizabeth Steinglass
Laura Purdie Salas is one the most clever poets I know. In 2014, she invented a new form of haiku, the riddle-ku, when she decided to write riddle+mask poems for National Poetry Month. In Spring of 2019, a new book of riddle-ku poems will be available, Lion of the Sky.
I received an advanced copy at NCTE. For reading with small children, the illustrations give pretty strong hints to the answer to the riddle, so I didn’t show my middle grade students the illustrations until they “gave up.” I was surprised both by the ones they guessed and the ones they missed. Nevertheless, they had a good time playing along.
Then, of course, we wrote our own riddle-kus. I copied lines from Laura’s book onto popsicle sticks and let the students select a stick and decide how to use the line in their own riddle-ku.
Laura shared her webpage for this book which includes a padlet for students to post their poems.
Sprite+Mentos=Explosion
(This title is a shout-out to another of Laura’s new books, Snowman-Cold=Puddle)
Exploding red hot
lava oozing out on top
Dangerous! Don’t touch!
by Chloe, 3rd grade
Endless Parched Sea
Wide, curvy, golden
I am a sea needing rain
Memories within
by Madison, 5th grade
I wrote a few, too. The one above with the picture of burning sugarcane fields, but my favorite is this one. Can you guess what it’s about?
On the waiting page,
I flow from your colored pen
Word patterns counted
–Margaret Simon, (c) 2018
In the comments, take a guess for each poem. Thanks!
Poetry Friday round-up is with Carol at Carol’s Corner.
My mother-in-law just returned from a trip to Whidbey Island in Washington where she did some amazing bird watching with her second son’s family. I was most intrigued by her description of the western sandpiper’s murmuration. I’ve only seen murmurations on video. I’d love to see one is real life. Breathtaking!
Laura Purdie Salas posts an image on Thursday for a weekly poetry writing prompt, “15 words or less.” This week she had a picture of a sculpture in the Houston Convention Center that I probably passed by numerous times and didn’t take notice. The art piece looked like a flock of birds. My mind went to sandpiper murmurations. (My sister-in-law sent me this video. It’s mesmerizing.)
If you read my poem on Laura’s site (we post them in the comments), you may notice a correction in the breed of bird from sandhill crane to dunlin sandpiper. I did some fact checking.
Mary Lee Hahn invited us to join her in a December haiku-a-day project. I’ve started early. When I returned from my morning walk, I took this picture of grandmother oak, but what I noticed was the color of the cypress tree behind her. I don’t usually see this color. Most of the time, the cypress trees quickly shed their needles. I wonder why they are holding on longer this fall.
photo by Margaret Simon
Bronze cypress needles
cling as a child on rope swing
resist winter’s grip
Poetry Friday round-up is with Irene at Live Your Poem.
Spending some time in New Orleans filled me with inspiration, especially in the Syndey and Walda Besthoff Sculpture Garden at the New Orleans Museum of Art. I took pictures and found a poem. My friend, Dani Burtsfield from Montana, walked with me and found her own poem. The two compliment each other like we do as friends.
Poetry Friday round-up is with Michelle at Today’s Little Ditty..
I’ve been reading aloud Kwame Alexander’s Newbery Award winning book in verse, The Crossover. This is a great book to read aloud, but it’s also visually appealing. I don’t think there is a name for this form of writing when the written words express the feeling of the word. But my kids got it! Such a fun way to write about sports. Of course, I wrote about dancing. Have some fun with the way the words look on the page, Kwame style!
Poetry Friday round-up is with Jama at Jama’s Alphabet Soup.
Autumn takes its time coming to South Louisiana. It comes in small, unnoticeable ways like the browning of cypress trees, or in larger, violent ways as in a storm leading a cold front. So here we are on the second day of November and temperatures have dropped to the 50’s, a pleasant change from the 80’s to 90’s of the previous six months. I so envy the images of orange and red fall leaves filling the trees.
Since we have not changed our clocks quite yet, the sun is coming up later each morning, and I’ve noticed a heron on the bayou sitting right in the direct ray of the rising sun. I tried to capture him with my telephoto lens, but he heard me and flew off. No matter. I can still write him into a poem.
Carol Varsalona curates a gallery at her blog site for every season. Currently she is collecting images and poems for Abundant Autumn. I borrowed a photograph of a heron at the beach from fellow poet (and better photographer than me) Wendi Romero to use as a backdrop to my poem. I love how the challenges of Poetry Friday peeps push me to spread my writing wings.
Poetry Friday round-up is with Kay at A Journey through the Pages.
At Today’s Little Ditty, this month’s ditty challenge has sent me for a loop. Michelle interviewed Calef Brown here, and he challenged us “Write a poem or a story about two anthropomorphized objects.”
At first I tried to write about two birds on a wire, but they weren’t speaking to me. Then I grabbed a bag of story starting cubes and rolled a mountain and a star. As I revised this poem, I decided to try a reverso. (See Marilyn Singer’s explanation and model poems here.) I have not been terribly successful with this form. I can’t seem to make the two verses from different perspectives, but I want to be a player in the ditty game, so here it is…
Mountain Sparklers
To mountain high old star appears spiraling out of the sky,
“Shine like a sparkler. Be who you are.”
In a spray of light flakes, Mountain glows old with wisdom from Star, his friend.
From Star, his friend, old with wisdom, Mountain glows of light flakes like a spray.
“Be who you are. Shine like a sparkler spiraling out of the sky.”
Margaret Simon lives on the Bayou Teche in New Iberia, Louisiana. She is a retired elementary gifted teacher who writes poetry and children's books. Welcome to a space of peace, poetry, and personal reflection. Walk in kindness.