sitting at the desk
writing, writing, writing
words flowing freely
everything seemingly fits
the chances of this turning
out as we had dreamed
seemed just that, a
concoction of the mind
but now seeing it come
to fruition makes the
heart sing and the
ego swell.
~april 16, 2011
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
TOLERANCE
irrational fear
leads to
distrust
leads to
TOLERANCE
leads to
understanding
leads to
acceptance
really? it could go either way.
~~april 1, 2011
so this is a poem that reads from the inside out. read it like this "tolerance leads to distrust leads to irrational fear" THEN like this "tolerance leads to understanding leads to acceptance really? it could go up or down."
Part of this is a quote from Farewell to Manzanar a memoir about the Japanese internment in the Sierra Nevada's and the other piece is what my students and I discussed about tolerance taking the opposite spectrum and they came up with the words. I came up with the format. We discussed the idea that tolerance is "patience and putting up with someone/thing" but sometimes if you are patient long enough you realize that it really is OK that they are the way they are and once you understand them you begin to accept them for who they are.
Cool, huh? I love teaching teenagers (most days anyway)
leads to
distrust
leads to
TOLERANCE
leads to
understanding
leads to
acceptance
really? it could go either way.
~~april 1, 2011
so this is a poem that reads from the inside out. read it like this "tolerance leads to distrust leads to irrational fear" THEN like this "tolerance leads to understanding leads to acceptance really? it could go up or down."
Part of this is a quote from Farewell to Manzanar a memoir about the Japanese internment in the Sierra Nevada's and the other piece is what my students and I discussed about tolerance taking the opposite spectrum and they came up with the words. I came up with the format. We discussed the idea that tolerance is "patience and putting up with someone/thing" but sometimes if you are patient long enough you realize that it really is OK that they are the way they are and once you understand them you begin to accept them for who they are.
Cool, huh? I love teaching teenagers (most days anyway)
Library of Congress
The history in the room
fascinating and alive.
The time spent,
beneficial.
Discussions, thoughts
and understanding
brings a way to acceptance.
~~april 2, 2011
fascinating and alive.
The time spent,
beneficial.
Discussions, thoughts
and understanding
brings a way to acceptance.
~~april 2, 2011
Saturday, April 9, 2011
LOVE!
Little boys smiles and
gifts given
just because
slowly give
way to grumbly
miles that
seem to be
able to last
forever and
then...
a light
glows one
day and
you see the
wide toothy
grin that
was once given
so freely.
~april 8, 2011
gifts given
just because
slowly give
way to grumbly
miles that
seem to be
able to last
forever and
then...
a light
glows one
day and
you see the
wide toothy
grin that
was once given
so freely.
~april 8, 2011
Repair
moving along
functioning fine
and then a
hitch happens
to my stride
a flood of
tears as my
heart appears
to be ripped out of
my chest again.
no words exchanged
no looks either
just pain
beyond repair.
~april 9, 2011
functioning fine
and then a
hitch happens
to my stride
a flood of
tears as my
heart appears
to be ripped out of
my chest again.
no words exchanged
no looks either
just pain
beyond repair.
~april 9, 2011
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Tomorrow
well tomorrow is April fools day...what will happen with those crazy students of mine...i guess I shouldn't worry so much about that as about the poems that I am going to start writing and posting on here. I can't guarantee that ll of them should be published but I want some sort of accountability with writing a poem a day for the whole month of April so here would be a good place to post them and then y'all could read them and weigh in on what you think...if you are willing, cause I know you are all able.
Right now I am writing a series of poems about how my husband and met and began dating...it may turn into a book of poetry about our life together we will see where the muse leads. I have no idea. I sort of got the idea from a book I just read called, what.... what was it called??? I can't remember. When I do I will mobile blog it. There are alos numerous fictional books that are written in poetic form as opposed to prose. the kids really seem to dig this style of writing. I imaging it may be because they are reading it so fast and they feel accomplished when the finish the book quickly.
OK I know it really isn't late BUT I do teach high school and I do have to get up early, well for most 6:00 isn't THAT early but if sure feels like to comes awfully early to me even after 8 hours of rest time and a good 7 hours of actual sleep. now I am just rambling bu those of you who know me best will just feel like I am talking to you on a caffeinated high :) not caffeinated at all right now just tired and IDK ready for a change...
Good night sweet heart well it's time to go....
Right now I am writing a series of poems about how my husband and met and began dating...it may turn into a book of poetry about our life together we will see where the muse leads. I have no idea. I sort of got the idea from a book I just read called, what.... what was it called??? I can't remember. When I do I will mobile blog it. There are alos numerous fictional books that are written in poetic form as opposed to prose. the kids really seem to dig this style of writing. I imaging it may be because they are reading it so fast and they feel accomplished when the finish the book quickly.
OK I know it really isn't late BUT I do teach high school and I do have to get up early, well for most 6:00 isn't THAT early but if sure feels like to comes awfully early to me even after 8 hours of rest time and a good 7 hours of actual sleep. now I am just rambling bu those of you who know me best will just feel like I am talking to you on a caffeinated high :) not caffeinated at all right now just tired and IDK ready for a change...
Good night sweet heart well it's time to go....
Monday, March 28, 2011
Poetry month
April is poetry month a poem a day...I'm gonna try to do it
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