Poetry Friday is with Keisha at Whispers from the Ridge
Photo by Kim Douillard
I follow Kim Douillard’s blog. She posts a weekly photo challenge. Last week’s challenge was “Path.” To me, her post was poetic, so I took words and lines and created a found poem.
Path
a found poem from Thinking through my Lens
The snail’s wet trail caught my eye.
I remember Emerson’s words–
go where there is no path
and leave a trail.
I find the sculpture;
Its path formed of trash
her artistic eye transformed
into beauty.
My own path
ebbs and flows like the tides.
I follow moments of sunshine
to clouds echoing the waves.
Seabirds above
follow an invisible path.
In the sky, agile pelicans
intersect the line of a hang glider
Causing me to wonder
what magical paths
await if we are willing
to look.
–Margaret Simon
Poetry Friday is with Michelle at Today’s Little Ditty
I am blessed to have a group of friends who chat through Voxer. This poem came out of a conversation on our chat. It’s a found poem. But the words were found from spoken words. Their arrangement here is changed to make them flow together as a poem. Creating a poem is a puzzle to be pieced together. Creating a life is a puzzle to be pieced together.
My Presbyterian husband did his best to make me feel guilty about this irreverence, this moving on. I’m having a hard enough time finding my voice, finding a new perspective.
We all know things can change in the blink of an eye. I’m ready; I’m creating a new story for myself welcoming this grand adventure.
It’s all about revision, another draft. I want to learn something new Maybe that’s asking too much.
We are all inching our way to that something– who we are, who we are meant to be So many things get in the way. No one path will be the path. Ultimately, we do the best we can. I am making my way as you are making yours.
Poetry Friday round-up is with my kind friend, Tara at a Teaching Life.
When I am in need of inspiration, I take a break and check my social media feeds. Maybe this is really just distraction, but today I followed the yellow brick road to a poem from posts on Instagram.
Rainbows over Bonne Terre farm in Breaux Bridge posted by my friend Jen. Click to visit her B&B page.
Ominous sky, Rain, Tall cane, Summer day.
Fat caterpillar crawling up Up, Up.
The one
I’m always becoming has caught me again and again.*
A surprise
around every corner.
A rainbow
named Sparkle, Endless fascination inside a life.
Join the Spiritual Thursday round up at Reading, Teaching, Learning.
On Wednesday, I was out of the classroom at an enrichment day for 6th graders. While I was away, my students were still writing poems. At the beginning of this National Poetry Month, I told them that they would write a poem each day. I have provided some kind of prompt activity (video, music, other poems), but this day they just chose to write. I checked our Kidblog site and found new poems. These poems were not sing-songy rhyme poems. They were serious poems about real life.
Poetry can be serious. Poetry can be spiritual, but I’ve not told my students about this aspect. However, writing in poems can bring out deep feelings even in the youngest of poets. In an effort to capture this move to deep thinking, I have found a poem in the poetry of my students.
Secrets are hidden,
the rain doesn’t care;
It’s still pouring down.
Life
shining like a precious jewel
is waiting for us.
Many don’t
know the comfort
of last words and hopes.
Rest is impossible
with all this wonder.
A found poem by Margaret Simon from poems by Lani, Tobie, Kaiden, and Erin
Follow the Progressive Poem to Deo Writer with Jone.
Also inspired by Amy, quick watercolor in the sketchbook.
The kidlitoshpere is wildly growing with poems. Amy Ludwig VanDerwater is writing daily to wonders from Wonderopolis. I found a poem in her post, How Sweet is Honeysuckle?
The line “Words live on like echoes” came from Barry Lane’s song “Sammy Miller” from Force Field for Good.
I wrote two poems today,
one from an open window with honeysuckle
and rhyme, but this time the poem
felt not ready to be shared.
Words live on like echoes…
I need to let a poem sit
read words over and over
Trust the feeling,
Move on.
Words live on like echoes…
Poems make me happy.
Poems make me sing.
I pretend to be a mother hummingbird.
I like the sounds of words.
Words live on like echoes…
Poems make me fall in love
with hummingbirds. I want to
plant a garden of milkweed,
trumpet honeysuckle,
& love poems
for you.
Join the Two Writing Teachers blog for March Slice of Life Challenge.
Julie’s horse Abbie
I am not a horse person. Every day I drive down a country highway to my school. In fall I watched the swaying sugarcane. Now the fields are bare, and my attention turns to the pastures with horses. In one of these pastures there are three mares and two foals. They gather around the hay bale together.
I am reading The War that Saved my Life and riding alongside Ada on her pony, Butter.
I am writing a verse novel and decided I want my MC to go horseback riding. Having little experience with horses, I turned to my friend and writing critique partner, Julie Burchstead. Julie lives in Vermont, and she has horses. Here is a link to a poem she wrote about building the barn.
Her expertise will make its way into my WIP, but in the meantime, I played with her words and created a found poem.
In the Saddle a found poem from an email from Julie Burchstead
Feel and smell leather reins.
The horse is warm.
Western saddles creak like leather shoes.
Even through the saddle,
you can sense their mood and their power.
You are on horse time, a different time all unto itself.
Your body falls into rhythm
of the horse’s movement
like being rocked.
Their bodies warm as their muscles warm,
sweat has a rich friendly scent-like hay and summer.
Find your center-like a dancer-a yoga practitioner-
Sit deep and tall.
I miss the days
galloping down the beach,
hair streaming, bareback,
the rhythm of hoofbeats,
the splash of water,
the connection you have
with a powerful living animal.
There is something healing
about a horse,
this huge animal
that trusts us.
Julie riding Abbie. She and Abbie have been together for 15 years.
Poetry Friday round-up with Linda Baie at Teacher Dance.
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February is not National Poetry Month. That’s in April. But Laura Shovan has a birthday, and she invites us all to play with poetry during her birthday month. I love a good word game, so when Laura Purdie Salas. posted about writing Found Moon Poems with 4th graders, I borrowed this idea to write a poem for Laura Shovan’s project. (Found Object Poem Project with Laura Shovan.)
Wonderopolis is a super-duper place to find nonfiction information. When Linda Baie sent the above picture for Laura’s project, I saw a porcupine. I quickly discovered that this was a pufferfish skeleton, not a porcupine, but too late, I had found a Wonderopolis article. Using copy, paste, and strike-through, I isolated words for a poem. When I started putting the poem together, it sounded like two voices to me. Thus a found poem for two voices.
I haven’t tried this activity with my students yet, but I will. I hope they enjoy collecting words as much as I do.
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This week was the last of our third nine weeks. How this year is flying! My students do a book talk presentation each quarter, so this was the week to get them done. I love how the room buzzes with computer activity and how talk revolves around books. I added a new requirement this quarter: found poems. These were their instructions:
1. Find a section of 50-100 words. This may be your favorite part or the climax or a part with a good description.
2. Copy words or phrases from the section.
3. Rewrite or type as a poem. Notice line breaks. You may change the order or add words only if necessary to add meaning.
4. Check your poem for tone. Does it reflect the tone of the book?
My students choose the technology they wanted to use for their presentations. Some used Emaze, Powtoon, Animoto, or PowerPoint. Some used the technology to guide their talks. Other used it as a hook or to enhance the presentation.
I want to share some of the found poems, a Powtoon, and an Animoto trailer.
Vannisa used chapter quotes from Counting by 7’s. Each phrase connects to the character in some way.
Tobie wrote this poem from the Halloween chapter in Wonder. He could relate to the black hole August wanted to go into.
Matthew’s Animoto book trailer for Escape from Mr. Lemoncello’s Library.
Mission Impossible is a favorite background. Tobie used it to create this Powtoon presentation about Wonder.
Digital Learning Day is on March 13th. My plan is a Crazy Comment Challenge in which my students will try to write as many comments as possible on other SOL posts. Please consider joining us. More about Digital Learning Day can be found here. Use the hashtag #DLDay, #sol15, and #crazycomments in your Tweets.
If you have written a Digital Literacy post, please add your link in the comments. I will add them to this post. I am having some trouble with link up apps lately, so I’m just using the old fashioned way.
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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.
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
Jane Hirshfield is one of my favorite poets. Such a gentle soul! I attended a reading years ago at the Geraldine R. Dodge Poetry Festival, a blessing to be in her presence. I don’t remember what she read but how she read. Her voice was like the soft rocking of a grandmother. I wanted to stay in her voice and live there.
I spend too much time on Facebook, but it’s not what you may think. I skim over the pictures of my friends’ families and dinners and children and click on links from my professional learning communities. The other day The Academy of American Poets posted a link to this Jane Hirshfield article, 5 Poetic Essentials for the Home Cook.
I spent some time with her article to absorb the essence of it. Here I have created a found poem.
Simple obedience isn’t possible.
Right now you are making something
of this very moment. Imagination
rises like wild yeasts. Why not invite it?
What else is needed? Lemon zest of curiosity, yes!
Taste the boldness. Experiment because failure is inevitable.
Classic companions-oil and water-make good company.
We sustain one another. The pause here is essential.
However brief or silent, it changes the day
seasoning with powerful gratitude.
–Found by Margaret Simon, all rights reserved
Poetry Friday is hosted today by Laura Shovan at Author Amok
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.
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