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Two Writing Teachers Slice of Life March Challenge

 

Dear Spring Break,
I am celebrating your arrival today.
You have entered my life like a soothing breeze.
When the birds call, I will be here to listen.
I will take long walks with Charlie. (First sight of the leash, and he is ready to go!)
I promise to read a book in your honor
and share it with my students when we return.
I hope you will invite me outside to explore.
I’d love to have lunch with a friend.
I promise to practice my ukulele, cook dinner more than once, and crochet in prayerful meditation.
But most of all, I promise to be grateful for every quiet moment you give me because I know that April and May are slippery slopes to summer.
Thanks for coming, spring break, you are a welcomed guest.
With love,
Margaret

Find more celebration posts at Ruth’s blog.

I borrowed this writing idea from Michelle Haseltine at One Grateful Teacher.

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Two Writing Teachers Slice of Life March Challenge

Poetry Friday round-up is with Laura at Writing the World for Kids.

This month’s Ditty Challenge on Michelle Barnes’ site is from Nikki Grimes.  Nikki Grimes has made the golden shovel an infamous poetry form.  I shared her book, One Last Word, with my students.  Michelle worked with boys in a juvenile detention center. She posted Lil Fijjii’s poem blurred lines.   This poem spoke to my students.  They could relate to the strong emotion.  To write golden shovel poems, each student chose a line to respond to.  At first Faith placed her head in her hands.  “This is too hard. I can’t do it.”  I set the timer and said, “Just give it a shot.”

My students were pleased with the results.  I’ve posted them on Michelle’s padlet.  Scroll for Students from Mrs. Simon’s Class.  

 

Spring is in the air here in South Louisiana and no one wants to stay inside, so I took my kids out for a chalkabration.  View their poems in this slide show.

 

 

chalkabration

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Two Writing Teachers Slice of Life March Challenge

 

 

Inspired by Violet Nesdoly’s blog post Welcome Spring, my students and I wrote a collaborative poem about spring.

At first, I talked about the spring equinox and how it’s related to the rotation of the earth (to get in a little science content).   Then I opened a blank document on the screen.  Jayden said, “I hope we are going to write a poem.  I love when we write poems.”  My heart swelled.

We read it aloud to hear the beat.  We rearranged stanzas.  Landon suggested that we end the poem at night with fireflies.

First Day of Spring

by Jasmine, Kaia, Landon, Jayden

(edited by Mrs. Simon)

Happiness everywhere.
Let’s go to the Spring fair.

Easter is near.
Wind tickles my ear.

Green grass growing.
Dad lawn mowing.

Mom is cleaning.
I am dreaming.

Cherry blossoms blooming.
Sun’s light booming.

Bees buzz.
Dandelion fuzz.

When daylight ends,
fireflies descend.

 

On Sunday, our choir held an Evensong service.  My fellow choir member and friend, Brenda, recorded the service.  There were only 9 of us, but we made a joyful noise.  Here, she put one of our hymns on YouTube.  Enjoy Benedictus, one of my favorites. I sing alto.  Listen for me.

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Paint chip poetry took me on a journey to a place far away.

 

With my students, I randomly grabbed a paint chip. On the back of each paint chip I had written an unrelated word. The instructions included using the given word, the color, and the color name in a poem of any form.

When my selected paint chip gave me “Oceanside” and “traverse”, I wrote a septercet. A septercet is 3 lines of seven syllables each. Jane Yolen created the form. Learn more about this form on Today’s Little Ditty.

Ocean liner traverses

Waves along the deep blue sea

Opening horizons far.

–Margaret Simon

With my second group, I chose the paint chip “Blue Nile” with the word “periwinkle.”

I wrote another poem with them, but soon saw how they could be combined into one poem.

Ocean liner traverses
waves on periwinkle seas
opening horizons far.

Come with me to River Nile.
Touch the shores with tender toes.
Dream an impossible dream.

–Margaret Simon

 

Jasmine doesn’t often choose to write with us and even more seldom shares what she writes, but today was different.  This exercise worked for her.  The given words and colors allowed her to express something hidden deep within.  Poetry is like that.

My Friend, Out of Reach

My friend, out of reach
Periwinkle, the color of her hair
Her eyes, sparkling blue Nile
Out of place, she is in this cruel world
Different sides of the river
We can never cross
For she is my friend, out of reach.

Jasmine, 6th grade

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Two Writing Teachers Slice of Life March Challenge

 

I’ve had a poem accepted for publication in the journal, the Aurorean.  My poem is titled, “Aubade to a Tulip.” The journal is currently taking pre-orders at this link. 

Years ago I submitted to the Aurorean and was published in the Fall/ Winter 2009-2010 issue with the following poem.

December 27th: Putting the Old Dog Down

On this cloudy humid morning I watch
a great blue heron swoop toward the bayou.
He jumps in like a child in summer,
emerges with the catch of the day.
Standing on the bulkhead, he swallows
the fish whole, looks left then right,
rises–his blue wing-tips all the bluer.

Fog lifts over the road to the vet’s office.
Wrapped in a shred of flannel sheet,
I hold her close, look into eyes of trust
while the poison needles in.
I let her go.

The camellia’s first blossoms blanket
the lawn in pink, resurrection fern fans the air.

Margaret Simon (c) 2010

I am grateful to the Aurorean’s editor Cynthia Brackett-Vincent for placing her trust in me as a poet and once again giving wings to one of my poems.

Bayou Teche blue heron, photo by Margaret Simon

 

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Two Writing Teachers Slice of Life March Challenge

Years ago I took the Myers-Briggs test for personality analysis.  It did not tell me anything I didn’t already know internally.  I am an introvert.  I have fought against this part of myself all my life.  I’ve tried to attend the party, the parade, the picnic, but I never really understood why I would leave exhausted.

Now that I’m in my 50’s it’s time to realize that my basic personality is not going to change.  It’s time to embrace the introvert in me.  On Facebook this morning, someone posted this article.  The article explained that, as an introvert, I have different needs.  That I may feel like I have to hide those needs.  Nail on head! Duh!  How long have I been fighting against my own “needs”?

As the time gets nearer to spring break, my mind is revolting.  I am craving time alone.  Time alone is not only a luxury, however, it is one of my basic needs. I need to walk alone in the woods.  I need to sit with a book and read.  I need to watch the sunset.

Another of the 12 points listed that resonated with me was #8: A deeper purpose to their work.

I attended the regional SCBWI conference on Saturday.  This morning I am trying to process why the business of finding an agent and marketing your work is unsettling to me.  Why did that particular presentation leave me feeling defeated and hopeless?  Because I need a deeper purpose for my work.  That’s it.

When one of the presenters asked us to write down a purpose statement about why we write for children, I wrote, Children fill my world every day.  I love being with them. I love watching them grow into who they are meant to be.  I want to be a part of their world. I can be there with my words.

This post is one of those writing-to-discover-what-you-think posts.  Maybe that needs to be added to the list of needs for the introvert.  Writing is a way to clear the cobwebs to find the root of my thinking.  Today, that root is being an introvert.

Introverts are not wrong.

We are different.

Embrace this difference.

Be confident in who you are.

I am sending this message to myself today and any other introverts out there.

I’m OK.  You’re OK.

 

Azaleas blooming on St. Charles Ave. in New Orleans

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Two Writing Teachers Slice of Life March Challenge

 

Photo by Margaret Simon, Jefferson Island

Can you write a poem about green without using the word green?  I posed this question to my students.  A few took the challenge, and I joined in.  I projected 15 Shades of Green from Dictionary.com.  We collected words and wrote.  I had help with mine from Madison who is quite a metaphorical thinker.

Shamrock Field

A harlequin field
sprinkled with clover
and citron rain
releasing hunter’s bows.
Emerald droplets
jade grasses
with diamond light.

–Margaret Simon (c) 2018

 

 

Forest

 Gentle Light Of  Harlequin,
Emerald Eiffel Illuminated
Within The Forest of Paris
O’So Stock Full of
Chartruesed Jades
And Myrtle-Shamrock
Mints,
Lining the Azure
Sky.

–Madison, 4th grade

Poem Without Saying the Word Green

Like a shimmering emerald,

Like a mint on a breezy day,

Like an olive in a celadon salad,

Like a jade gemstone in a glimmering cave

–Jacob, 4th grade

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Two Writing Teachers Slice of Life March Challenge

Poetry Friday round-up is with Linda at Teacher Dance.

Have you thought about found poetry lately?  This week my friend Linda Mitchell posted a found/ black out poem on Facebook.  A day or two later Janet Wong posted a found poem from an article about the Parkland shooting. These two posts inspired me to try my own.

I’ve been reading aloud Tuck Everlasting to a group of students.  Natalie Babbett’s writing is so descriptive and beautiful, so I copied a page from the book and made a black out poem to use as a model poem for my students.

When I shared this with my students as a writing choice, two of my girls chose favorite pages from favorite books to create their own black out poems.

The day was absolutely gorgeous.  Highs in the 60’s, sun shining, not a cloud in the sky.  Who wants to stay inside?

My science kids are doing projects about plants, so I printed an online article for each of them.  We took the articles and clipboards out to the garden to write.

Circling words to create poems, these students enjoyed “finding” poems in nonfiction text. Poetry can be found anywhere!

Jayden’s poem about camellias:

Prized beauty of
exquisite blooms,
splendid evergreen foliage
attractive shrubs
burst into flowers
rest little prodigious garden.

Where will you find a poem today?

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Two Writing Teachers Slice of Life March Challenge

I was walking down the hall when he saw me. His eyes lit up and he directed me over to the wall to see his writing. He read, “I wish it would rain ice cream!”

He points to the words then the picture. “See all my ice cream? That’s my French fries. Rainbow pizza. A pancake,” he said with a giggle.

This new writer was so excited to share. I asked him what his second sentence said and he exclaimed “yum!” in a don’t-you-know-that-word voice.

Before I walked away, I said, “Keep writing!”

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Two Writing Teachers Slice of Life March Challenge

On Sunday I posted about using jeweler’s loupes with my students in science and writing poems.  I felt a little guilty writing poems in science class, like that was somehow not allowed.  But my friend and slicer Dani Burtsfield posted a link to a podcast in her comment.  The podcast from Heinemann featured Amy Ludwig VanDerwater talking with authors Valerie Bang-Jensen and Mark Lubkowitz about science and poetry.

Amy asks, “Is a poem a system?”

She continues, “”Do you feel if a poem is a system … is the reader’s intent and background, when a reader comes to a poem, is that energy that flows through that system?”

Later, Amy brings up genre study. “one of the things I see that happens with writing is that … sometimes writing is divided up into these little genres, and we do this for a few weeks, we do this for a few weeks, and we do this for a few weeks. But what gets lost, and what can get lost, is the bigger idea of how to notice these patterns. How to see how interlocking pieces of words work together in a text beyond genre, like transcending, flying over genre.”

Amy’s ideas led me to my lesson today with my science kids.  I wanted to use the patterns of poetry to notice the patterns in science, to fly over genre.

We were using jeweler’s loupes to look at plants, but today we were looking closely at mold.  Last week we set up mold terrariums using ziplock bags and a slice of bread and apple.  Following the weekend, guess what grew?  Yucky mold!

Mold on an apple

“What does the mold remind you of?”

“An old man’s beard.”

“Whipped cream!”

“Let’s write a poem about it.”

Moldy Poem

Mold is growing on our food.
We know it’s made of spores.
Now it looks like
an old man’s beard,
white and green like sour cream.

Mold is creeping like a fox
preying on a squirrel.
Decomposing apples and bread
like bacteria in my mouth.
A marshmallow made of spores.

Writing this poem helped solidify some science concepts through discussion and creativity, observation and discovery. I think we’ll write poems in science more often. Thanks, Amy, Valerie, and Mark for permission.

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