Poetry Experiences at School: A Poem
I don’t recall any before high school
Though Papa read William Wordsworth, Frank
L. Stanton and Henley
Every night
Every night
Mrs. Merle cried as she sat on the top of
a desk
And read I don’t know what poem to us
And read I don’t know what poem to us
And sent us to another teacher to be taught
anything by Toni Morrison
And poetry could be cried over but maybe not cursed in
And I never wrote a poem
To be turned in for school
To be turned in for school
I wrote a lot of poems in school
On the edge of my notes
Cradling my thoughts
Dear Melissa,
Thank you.
For a few things. For inviting me
to blog right now during your demo, so that I don't think too long about my idea and gulp it away. For somehow in the
space of an hour making space for me to write a poem, blog, reflect, hear and
see a bunch of readings of poems, understand my colleagues in the room better,
get a really cool idea about teaching, and find out so much about you as a
teacher.
In Happy Poetry Euphoria,
Lacy
A Reading and Sticky Noting of Hazel tells Lavern by Kathryn Machan
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I found the invitation to blog during the demo was useful for me as well. Gave me a shove to get something out by the end of the session.
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed the poem above. It made me want to write a poem about my experiences with poetry too! I'm glad you enjoyed the demo. It was my first time using technology to do a gallery crawl. Thank you SI!!
ReplyDeleteGolden line . . . "cradling my thoughts"
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