Showing posts with label #PoetryFriday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #PoetryFriday. Show all posts

6.06.2014

#PoetryFriday - Why We Need Poetry


I am super happy that Carol over at Carol's Corner is hosting this week's Poetry Friday. I started following her a year or so ago after participating in the March Slice of Life Challenge, and love her reflective writing style. Make sure you stop over on her blog and check out all the wondrous words happening this week!

Oh, what a week is the last week of the school year! I jokingly call it the exact longest and shortest week of the year. It often feels that way to me, with all the rushing about and organizational needs entailed in packaging up the world that existed inside one year of school.

The other day a friend of mine shared a great TED talk with me, focused around the idea of why we need poetry in our lives. I have been looking forward to sharing it here this week! And am possibly even more excited about watching the dozens of poetry related Ted talks I found here -- hmm, 36 current videos means one each week of school next year, right?


I don't believe you have to be a huge poetry buff to love and appreciate this video. Burt says he fell in love with poetry because he wanted to "know how and why." I loved hearing this, because just yesterday I talked about how, as a writer, I often wonder about the how's and why's of a given situation. 

No wonder I love poetry so much -- a poem is a world of patterns that explore the how and why of the universe, in a way.

The second stanza from the first poem Burt discusses in his talk is shared in part below (and you can read the rest here). I love that a poem written around 1896 remains true and relevant in 2014. The words of this poem resonate with me, in part because of where my boys are in life right now -- on the precipice of adulthood, needing both to learn and teach, blowing across the world's wide highway as tumbleweeds. 

I look forward to knowing the them they are becoming, but oh how I love holding on tight and joining in on the ride as they go! It's funny, isn't it, how many lives we can live in one lifetime.
Poem XXXII: From far, from eve and morning
(second stanza)

Now-- for a breath I tarry 
Nor yet disperse apart-- 
Take my hand quick and tell me, 
What have you in your heart. 
--A.E. Housman

5.30.2014

#EveryDayinMay NatGeo Book of Animal Poetry



Due to a series of fortunate events, I was able to place an order with Follett for a stash of new fiction books to share with the readers on my 5th grade campus next year. We have many old and uninteresting books right now in our fiction collection, so I was super hyped to grab some books that these students can get excited about!

Maybe 25% of what I ordered fell into the nonfiction category, with the majority of those being graphic novels. The purpose of this order was to really amp up the way kids feel about reading. I hope they love the books I chose as much as I think they will!


One of my nonfiction prizes is the National Geographic Book of Animal Poetry: 200 Poems with Photographs that Squeak, Soar, and Roar! Not only am I positive our readers will love this book -- it's filled from cover to cover with stunning animal photography -- I'm also excited that it will get poetry into the hands of more students!
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Each photograph is paired with a poem from a great contemporary or classic poet. This book is just win-win, on repeat! I am eager to share it with teachers and students, and then watch as it never touches it's home in the library.

Because I'm always searching for poems to share with students, and ways to help them feel safe to try their own poetry, I thought I'd grab a poem from this book and use it as a mentor text to write my own poem - similar to how I share poetry in class.

Choosing a poem from this beautiful collection was not easy, but I thoroughly enjoyed perusing the pages as I searched for my "just right" (just write??) poem. I considered Graham Denton's What's a Caterpillar? poem, because I love how a question and response poem might sound in the hands of a child trying it out for the first time. In the end, however, I settled on Buffalo Dusk by Carl Sandburg, which instantly made me long to be back in the wilderness and also made me think of those empty halls and homes once the Senior class moves on.


Buffalo Dusk

The buffaloes are gone.
And those who saw the buffaloes are gone.
Those who saw the buffaloes by the thousands and how they
     Pawed the prairie sod into dust with their hoofs,
     Their great heads down pawing on in a great pageant
     Of dusk,
Those who saw the buffaloes are gone.
And the buffaloes are gone.

-Carl Sandburg
Youth Stampede

The graduates are gone.
And those who love the graduates are weeping.
Those who taught the graduates each day and how they
     Danced a new dream into life with their hands and hearts,
     Their wide eyes open dreaming big, bright, bold lives
      Of brilliance,
Those who love the graduates pause and smile.
And the graduates are gone.

-Kelly Mogk © 2014




So after a couple rereadings of Buffalo Dusk and about ten minutes to play with my own words, that is the result. Were I working with young writers, I'd think aloud through the process and brainstorm ideas, and eventually move further and further away from this patterned writing and closer to the heart of my own voice. But it's a good exercise to begin with when you aren't sure how to get kids writing, I think.

What do you think? Do you have favorite poems to use in the classroom? For more poetry, be sure to hop on over to Random Noodling, where this week's #PoetryFriday bloghop is being hosted!



5.16.2014

#EveryDayinMay Poetry Friday with Tellagami

Make sure to go see what Crystal is up to today!
This week's Poetry Friday Link Up is hosted by Elizabeth Steinglass. For more wonderful poetry, hop on over there and check out all the links!

My supervisor recently gave me copies of The Poetry Friday Anthology by Sylvia Vardell and Janet Wong for both my campuses. There are weekly poems inside for grades K-5, along with tips on reading each poem with your class. I've only scanned it briefly so far, but I'm eager to read through several more poems! I thought it might be fun to make videos for teachers to use next year in class with some of the poems -- you guys, if I could stand on my head and recite poetry, and if it would get more poetry into classrooms -- I would do it!



So here is my first attempt! I used a fun app called Tellagami. It's free, and allows you to create a character and either record your voice or use text to speech to animate a 30 second video. You can choose from the backgrounds provided or upload your own image.

This is me reciting Night Comes by Deborah Chandra, which is in the 5th grade section for week 32 and chosen as a poem for noticing metaphor and simile. What do you think?

5.09.2014

#EveryDayinMay - Poetry Friday

You can find more wondrous words over
at Crystal's blog today!

I'm sinking deep into the moment tonight. All this talk of hiking and hidden hot springs and finding adventure in my ordinary life brought me to the doorstep of the poet William Stafford. So many of his poems speak to me, fold themselves around me and say, "Stop. Listen. Rest a while," and I do, thankful for a place to lean my busy mind, if only for a moment.


***
Waking at 3 a.m.
by William Stafford
Even in the cave of the night when you
wake and are free and lonely,
neglected by others, discarded, loved only
by what doesn't matter--even in that
big room no one can see,
you push with your eyes till forever
comes in its twisted figure eight
and lies down in your head.

You think water in the river;
you think slower than the tide in
the grain of the wood; you become
a secret storehouse that saves the country,
so open and foolish and empty.

You look over all that the darkness
ripples across. More than has ever
been found comforts you. You open your
eyes in a vault that unlocks as fast
and as far as your thought can run.
A great snug wall goes around everything,
has always been there, will always
remain. It is a good world to be
lost in. It comforts you. It is
all right. And you sleep. 
I am happily lost in lines like "you think slower than the tide in / the grain of the wood;" and "It is a good world to be / lost in." I've always loved poetry, and am just a smidge reverent when I come across a poet like Stafford, whose words make me want to call him up and say, "Yes! This! Exactly!"

For more excellent poetry around the webosphere today, check out the link-up at Jama's Alphabet Soup.