On Wednesday, I interviewed Robyn Hood Black. She’s back today with three haiku.
Memorial Day
a flag flutters above
its shadow
Frogpond, Vol. 36:1, Winter 2013
June heat
a catbird’s call
hangs in the air
Acorn, No. 30: Spring 2013
my small insights
a hummingbird
at the trumpet flower
Modern Haiku, Vol. 44.1, Winter-Spring 2013
Poems ©Robyn Hood Black. All rights reserved.
Poetry Friday is hosted by Anastasia Suen.
Happy Poetry.
Happy Reading.
MsMac
Today I have 98 reasons to celebrate. That’s the number of third, fourth, and fifth grade students whose poems were selected for the Young Americans’ Poetry Contest.
Here are more:
WINTER
White dancing snowflakes
Snowballs flying through the air
Snowmen smiling
Makai I. R.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Running
Running is so fun
I slip and fall all the time
I run not very fast
Austin R.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Puzzle pieces put
together for my puzzle
When I am done
I take it apart
And put it together again.
Bobby H.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Baseball
Hit, hit, hit, hit, hit
Balls flying through Smokey air
Spank ball hits the wall
Carter Monda
The 200+ page digest will arrive in the fall.
Poetry Friday is hosted by Liz at Growing Wild.
Next week I will be featuring Robyn Hood Black with an interview on Wednesday and her poetry on Friday.
All the poetry postcards have been mailed out. If you didn’t get one and were expecting them, please email me.
Happy Poetry.
Happy Reading.
MsMac
There is a daily collaborative poem for this month. Today’s link is HERE. It also happens that poetry round-up is there.
Joy Acey has a progressive poem HERE.
Over the last two weeks my second grade poetry club worked on a collaborative poem.The first line by moi started them off. This is the first week:
And this week we arranged the lines. After much discussion, this is the final poem:
I like the morning sun and playing
Morning poppies dance in the breeze
Flowers grow every year
Grow, grow for me.
Baby birds are hatching
Flowers watching the blue, blue sky
Bees buzzing all around
Bees buzzing for pollen
The BBQ smell in the air
Daffodils are blooming and growing
Birds are chirping in their beautiful voices
The soft grass gently flowing in the wind.
And here are the happy poets:
Poetry Friday is hosted by Irene Latham at Live Your Poem. Thanks, Irene.
Happy Poetry.
Happy Reading
MsMac
Ten days until April 1, National Poetry Month. Here’s how I am participating:
1. Poetry Postcard Project: still time to sign up HERE.
2. Thirty Day of Student Poetry here at this blog.
3. Family Library Night on April 16 will have. Show of the poetry written by my students and a time to create a poetry pocket for April 18, “Poem in Your Pocket” day.
4 Participation in the progressive poem over at Irene Latham’s Live Your Poem.
5. Attending a poetry novel workshop in Pennsylvania.
This week I worked with third graders with the cinquain form to highlight information gathered on country research. You can read about it HERE.
More poetry is featured at Gotta Book. Thanks, Greg.
Welcome to Poetry Friday!
Today I have a follow-up poem From J. Patrick Lewis whom I interviewed on Wednesday. (NOTE: I am still learning the ins and outs of Pages on the Mac. I wondered about the line breaks of the poem. Indeed I was correct to wonder and just received the corrected poem)
Here’s what he says about his choice:
I have an inordinate fondness for nonsense verse,
but I’m equally attracted to biographical poems.
April 4th will mark the 45th anniversary of Martin
Luther King, Jr’s. death, so here is a biographical poem.
Ballad of Martin Luther King, Jr., 1963
Ten thousands join ten thousands
Without goading police.
The singers sing, their anthems ring,
The speakers speak their peace.
Around the world astonishment—
The ceremonies heard
Or seen on every continent,
And still to come: the Word.
Spectators waving handkerchiefs,
Small children, hearts to seize,
Will tell it taller years from now,
Grandchildren at their knees.
Blue sunshine worships morning,
No cloud would dare to rain
For in his jacket mercy
And in his pocket pain.
Equality his brother
And sisterhood his pride
Meet common sense, nonviolence,
The means he’s deified.
The afternoon is dying down,
The Reverend takes the stage.
George Washington spreads out the book,
Abe Lincoln turns the page.
He reads his notes religiously,
An old familiar theme.
“But please, Martin,” Mahalia shouts,
“Tell ‘em about the dream!”
And first he puts away his speech
Then sweeps away the crowd:
The memory of his remarks
Peals like a thundercloud.
“The content of our character
Personifies a sage.”
One day in 1963.
Belongs to every age
Please leave your links and I will add throughout out the day.
Charles Ghigna says We’re featuring a new chapter of FIRST KISS, the novel-in-verse in progress at the FATHER GOOSE Blog
Matt Forrest talks about March Madness Poetry 2013.
Robyn Hood Black has an interview with Julie Hedlund about her brand-new rhyming storybook app, A TROOP IS A GROUP OF MONKEYS. Take a (poetic) peek behind the scenes of digital creation.
You can submit a favorite poetry quote at PMAFS.
At PFAS there is a Juanita Havill poem.
Linda at Teacher Dance a poem written for David Harrison’ one poem a month challenge.
Catherine Johnson has a spring poem.
Gotta get to a budget meeting. More soon.
At GatheringBooks with John Ciardi’s “I Met a Man.”
Renee shares the writing and revision process of a March Madness poem, specifically her first-round poem “Elegy for a Daffodil ” at No Water River.
Tabatha Yeatts has a bit of Walden today.
Today at The Poem Farm has a poem about buttons. And about magic.
Reading the Core has a big sister poem from Kristine O’Connell George.
Mary Lee Hahn shares an original poem about spring.
Laura Purdie Salas has a March Madness Poetry poem, “Blow It Up, Pufferfish!” Check out the wild tournament and vote for your favorites!
Andi is celebrating my seventh blogoversary and doing more Clivia haibun/haiku(with photos of the flower show) at A Wrung Sponge.
Reflections on the Teche has an original poem and a student activity of borrowing a line to “jump start” a poem.
Betsy at Teaching Young Writers has original poem.
Heidi has I’m in today with a summary of my writing process for MMPT, subtitled “The Journey of the Hippo” –
Julie has some thoughts about and links to the March Madness “poetry-under-pressure” playoffs. You’ll find them at The Drift Record. She hopes everyone will join in the fun by voting for their favorites – the Round One voting deadline is staggered throughout the day today, so don’t hesitate!
Tamera is at Smack Dab in the Middle Blog for spring break theme talking about how a day at the lake sparked my memories and kick started poetry that turned into my book.
Steve has two of my shared writing poems from the classroom. He often writes, thinks out loud, and has the kids chime in with ideas and words. They get to see how the writing happens and do some thinking without the burden of a blank page before they go to work on their own.
Katya has March Madness poetry, too. The two kid-lit poems she wrote, and the poem that was really trying to come out as she was writing them.
Steve has an original poem in tribute to Valerie Worth — “Rocking Chair.”
Irene has an overheard conversation and some resulting thoughts on blogging and love and yes, poetry. Includes a poem by Hafiz.Also: just 3 more spots open in 2013 Progressive Poem. Sign up HERE.
Diane is ready for Sunday with an old poem, “The Lepracaun or Fairy Shoemaker” at Random Noodling.
Kurious Kitty is gearing up for National Poetry Month and includes a short favorite poem by Robert Herrick. At KK’s Kwotes there is a sweet quote from Mary Oliver.
Jama is featuring Jorge Argueta’s new cooking poem book, Tamalitos:
Donna has More of the March Madness 2013 Poetry Tournament. I’m there with “The Seasonings of Spring”…and then there’s this short little original ditty that I scheduled to post today…only I was going to remember to finish it, or flesh it out…or flush it! But none of these were done!
Buffy has a Dung Beetles’s Ditty, my poem for the first round of March Madness Poetry!
Karen has some Billy Collins.
Liz has more on March Madness Poetry Tournament also. My first-round word was hubris. I wrote two poems–one I entered in the tournament, the other is on my blog.
Laura Shovan has more March Madness Poetry too It took my four poems with the word “perpendicular” before I settled on my round one entry, a poem about an inchworm who teaches geometry.
At On Point, Lorie has an original haiku, A Charm of Hummingbirds and at readertotz we have Jack Prelutsky from A Pizza the Size of the Sun.
Tara has Migraines and poetry!
Little Willow has The Waking at my blog, Bildungsroman:
It includes a link to Kurt Elling performing the piece, and then some discussion of Norbert Leo Butz.
Mother Reader is sharing “The Book of Fairy Poetry.”
Janet Squires has Poems in black & white” by Kate Miller.
Bridget has “A Different Breed of Bunny Riddle.”
Today at TeachingAuthors, April has interviewed one of the most poetic prose writers of picture books she knows, Michelle Markel. Enter their Book Giveaway to win an autographed copy of her newest book (which got FOUR starred reviews!), Brave Girl: Clara and the Shirtwaist Makers’ Strike of 1909.
Pentimento has a Edna St. Vincent Millay about loss and memory.
Poetry for Children has a poem about Guadalupe Garcia McCall, the IRA Lee Bennett Hopkins “Promising Poet.”
Ruth has a frivolous entry today, a song from Rodgers and Hammerstein’s Cinderella, with a video of a hilarious performance of it.
Cathy has The Quilt.
Jeanine wrote an overview of some panels on poetry at AWP focusing on definitions of verse novels.
More as the links come in. If I missed you, please email me.
Happy Friday.
MsMac
As you can see the students are working on their poetry postcards in preparation of National Poetry Month.
Do you want a postcard send to your home or school? Visit HERE to sign up.
Poetry Friday is being held at My Juicy Little Universe
Happy reading. Happy Poetry.
MsMac
I am getting reading for National Poetry Month with haiku and Fibonacci poems. Here are some from Mrs. Nagely’s fifth grade class:
Butterfly wing dust
Migration moves along fast
Slippery green grass
~Aiden
Leaves crackle to my heavy step.
Sun rays blind me so.
While I walk the streets.
~Colten
Thunderstorm haiku
Rain falls into gutters as
Lightning hits the ground blinding
Light flashes in the storm
~Paul
More poetry can be found at The Drift Record. Thank you for hosting Julie.
Happy Friday.
Happy poetry.
MsMac
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I love doughnuts, especially French Cruellers. Greg makes me drool for one. Enter a comment and tell me your favorite doughnut to win a copy of Greg's ebook, The Late Bird. I will announce the winner next Friday.
Doughnuts! Oh, Doughnuts!
by
Gregory K.
Doughnuts! Oh, doughnuts! Fried circles of yum.
You food that I simply adore.
You’re sure not nutritious, but you’re so delicious
I’m always left wishing for more.
I love you with frosting or covered in sprinkles.
I swoon for you, sweet, sugar raised!
When you’re filled with jelly, you warm up my belly…
While still leaving room for a glazed.
I’ll dip you in coffee or dunk you in milk.
I’ll eat you for breakfast or brunch.
I get so impassioned for simple old-fashioned
That sometimes I make them my lunch.
Doughnuts! Oh, doughnuts! Definers of yum.
You perfect fried circles of dough.
Although you’re caloric, you leave me euphoric…
So give me a dozen to go!
Poetry Friday is hosted by none other than Linda At Teacher Dance. Thanks.
Happy Reading.
MsMac
Last week’s poem Old Dog by William Stafford became an inspiration for me in 1996. My faithful cocker spaniel was sixteen and a half and led a fabulous life. Here’s my tribute to her:
When to Say Good-bye
Our days together were the ones we already had.
~William Stafford
I sit with my dog
on the kitchen floor;
watching and waiting for movement
of her midnight fur.
Is she breathing?
Barely.
When will I know it’s time?
She’s a relentless beggar
every meal at my feet.
But not aware
pheasant season is beginning.
She reminds cats, she’s
The Queen.
But
no longer howls at passing sirens
and wanders forgetting her way.
Seated on the kitchen floor,
my hand rests on fur.
I feel the rattle in her rising breath.
noticing its shallowness.
I smell her age,
a centenarian were she human.
Companion loyal all these years.
Her eyes speak,
it’s time, friend, it’s time.
Poetry Friday is held at Teaching Authors. Thank you for hosting.
Happy Reading.
MsMac
I returned late from visiting my uncle in Florida. This week, I share one of my favorite poems by William Stafford.
Old Dog
Toward the last in the morning she could not
get up, even when I rattled her pan.
I helped her into the yard, but she stumbled
and fell. I knew it was time.
The last night a mist drifted over the fields.
In the morning she would not raise her head–
the far, clear mountains we had walked
surged back to mind.
We looked a slow bargain: our days together
were the ones we had already had.
I gave her something the vet had given,
and patted her still, a good last friend.
– William Stafford, from Someday, Maybe
Poetry Friday is held at The Opposite of Indifference. Tabatha is thinking ahead about National Poetry Month.
Happy Reading.
MsMac
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