tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63433490063573243622024-03-29T00:02:32.753-04:00The Poem FarmThe Poem Farm is a poem garden and forest of mini lessons for home and classroom. Written by Amy Ludwig VanDerwater, this blog is a searchable collection of over 500 poems and lessons about writing poetry. Posts often include audio, book recommendations, and ideas for your writing.Amy LVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16625469276544426664noreply@blogger.comBlogger1239125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post-78607193466433987182024-03-29T00:02:00.000-04:002024-03-29T00:02:00.252-04:00Coaxing Poems 10: Love those Words<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSxAuzJ6mXlbclg71y-6byCoSqCQzjIq-Q09F883N4-WPaEDOvES_SX93Ff16MSnlcONYWLtSVRZpeCD6VE6arPQTh0nFGyc0gN_Q8v7mZXexnSEZZODCY_vNwVlGUjM4sxZdaAVwe90g0zGf2ms7ECfYV9LR4QSxBWJMk8uNrh3C0O1fZ-I8VpI0XD2M/s642/Cover%20Visit%2010.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="638" data-original-width="642" height="318" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSxAuzJ6mXlbclg71y-6byCoSqCQzjIq-Q09F883N4-WPaEDOvES_SX93Ff16MSnlcONYWLtSVRZpeCD6VE6arPQTh0nFGyc0gN_Q8v7mZXexnSEZZODCY_vNwVlGUjM4sxZdaAVwe90g0zGf2ms7ECfYV9LR4QSxBWJMk8uNrh3C0O1fZ-I8VpI0XD2M/s320/Cover%20Visit%2010.png" width="320" /></a></div><p style="text-align: left;">Hello, dear Poem Friends! Welcome to the final of ten poetry video visits here at The Poem Farm. In each of these short clips, I have shared a small something about poetry, and you will always be able to find the poem(s) I read below the video. If you wish, you may watch the earlier videos linked below:</p><p></p><p><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span></span></span></p><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><b>COAXING POEMS VISITS:</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="http://www.poemfarm.amylv.com/2024/01/coaxing-poems-1-we-are-libraries.html">Visit 1: We Are Libraries</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="http://www.poemfarm.amylv.com/2024/01/coaxing-poems-2-eat-world.html">Visit 2: Eat the World</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="http://www.poemfarm.amylv.com/2024/01/coaxing-poems-3-make-break-pattern.html">Visit 3: Make & Break a Pattern</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="http://www.poemfarm.amylv.com/2024/01/coaxing-poems-4-abracadabra.html">Visit 4: Abacadabra!</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="http://www.poemfarm.amylv.com/2024/02/coaxing-poems-5-tell-us-story.html">Visit 5: Tell Us a Story</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="http://www.poemfarm.amylv.com/2024/02/coaxing-poems-6-give-it-space.html">Visit 6: Give it Space</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="http://www.poemfarm.amylv.com/2024/03/coaxing-poems-7-choose-view.html">Visit 7: Choose a View</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="http://www.poemfarm.amylv.com/2024/03/coaxing-poems-8-tap-it-out.html">Visit 8: Tap it Out</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="http://www.poemfarm.amylv.com/2024/03/coaxing-poems-9-time-for-rhyme.html">Visit 9: Time for Rhyme</a></div></div><p>And now for our final visit, Visit 10: Love those Words:</p></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" referrerpolicy="strict-origin-when-cross-origin" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/In5X0LYcIiQ?si=Ki2HwUBqoGTeJHIx" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Students - Throughout this series of visits, we have talked about many different aspects of poetry, and today we end on the smallest level, the single word. I love thinking about how English has only 26 letters, yet these letters make up all of our English words and thus, all of our English poems and articles and books. I even wrote a poem about this magic in my book <a href="https://www.amyludwigvanderwater.com/write-write-write">WRITE! WRITE! WRITE!</a>, titled "Alphabet."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">In the companion book to WRITE! WRITE! WRITE!, <a href="https://www.amyludwigvanderwater.com/read-read-read">READ! READ! READ!</a>, I include a poem about a word collection. This poem grew from the many word collections that I keep in notebooks. Keeping such collections is a way to treasure-hunt and cherish words, to use them for inspiration and to pay attention to sound. Below you may see one of the word collections I have made over the years. I encourage you to try keeping such a collection; it is interesting to see how your most-loved words change and how they also stay the same.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiYXmZ510wwgeThIbHxIOteWEdHTR72tt-PCevLS9sRnSa4wZA9eMu19jCf1nCkKCPZ0cKTz6bBProVPZHhkAUcAq80P8zAMFaurzO7Q4a0bG0H6NtiP3o5-0rTzyOIcYJU0Za2fXgwMOYn_xXGsbqWAws3sBdThl2ots3632jhGmjqQ_Qref2XTgaREc/s4032/Words.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="539" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiYXmZ510wwgeThIbHxIOteWEdHTR72tt-PCevLS9sRnSa4wZA9eMu19jCf1nCkKCPZ0cKTz6bBProVPZHhkAUcAq80P8zAMFaurzO7Q4a0bG0H6NtiP3o5-0rTzyOIcYJU0Za2fXgwMOYn_xXGsbqWAws3sBdThl2ots3632jhGmjqQ_Qref2XTgaREc/w404-h539/Words.jpg" width="404" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>One of Many Word Collections</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Photo by Amy LV</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6vyF15e7XLbETnvAal5Hv3z4T0UBKoOlMx2iOs6HKyWGCh2bSLJ3yo0Dz1dZ0nbVqGpoatmw-9Re_2Z4X4WNg44xWykko__7SOVVHGjj5N8C9o4BENRjYlMXw6ZVAIkUZ61yjKGw0cgM-VQ2Ti6OvnvoImTVcSbi4pRSPlso7L9sjULgXzfR8RI_y5iw/s782/Right%20Now%20Photo.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="782" data-original-width="558" height="573" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6vyF15e7XLbETnvAal5Hv3z4T0UBKoOlMx2iOs6HKyWGCh2bSLJ3yo0Dz1dZ0nbVqGpoatmw-9Re_2Z4X4WNg44xWykko__7SOVVHGjj5N8C9o4BENRjYlMXw6ZVAIkUZ61yjKGw0cgM-VQ2Ti6OvnvoImTVcSbi4pRSPlso7L9sjULgXzfR8RI_y5iw/w409-h573/Right%20Now%20Photo.png" width="409" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Color Spot Seen on a Walk</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Photo by Amy LV</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmgWST3sJpUeIkrA7M0eohZslw7B8XBh_MnEgm1IUaDYvgXvpqdb7m_oSzAItr-vDaq5OIITEjz5XaT4CqmOuKge4LjATJjZWOLF2eorOUNdM3_1siVHGlfYR24l3n0Vvdn53PEzf2s7F1_5AselSvNmcYa88K5ZApkeeH5vZKXuwfvHj1YJquDNz5itM/s418/Right%20Now.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="416" data-original-width="418" height="411" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmgWST3sJpUeIkrA7M0eohZslw7B8XBh_MnEgm1IUaDYvgXvpqdb7m_oSzAItr-vDaq5OIITEjz5XaT4CqmOuKge4LjATJjZWOLF2eorOUNdM3_1siVHGlfYR24l3n0Vvdn53PEzf2s7F1_5AselSvNmcYa88K5ZApkeeH5vZKXuwfvHj1YJquDNz5itM/w413-h411/Right%20Now.png" width="413" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This short free verse poem includes a bit of wordfun. I like imagining that I might be the only person to have described an orange punchbuggy as a <i>pudgy orange lollipop car</i> and that perhaps I invented the term <i>zipzoops</i>. <i>Color-happy</i> is a hyphenated word that is usually not hyphenated. But you see, my friends, when you write...you may play!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Writers DECIDE to not write that a car <i>is parked</i> and to instead write that a car <i>naps</i>. We can see with our eyes and too, we can <i>giggle</i> with these very same eyes. Understand how words work, and then, dear writers, make them work in new ways.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So, collect words!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And too, reread your writing word-by-word, paying attention to the ways your words sound and mean in your poems. If you find yourself writing something in a way you have heard it said many times, go ahead and revise it to sound new. Then, give yourself a hug for doing so. Revision isn't always easy, but it often lifts a poem from a mudpuddle into a hot air balloon for a surprising ride!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Words are small, free collectable, sharable friends. Get to know them.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><p><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span>Tricia is hosting</span></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"> this week's <a href="https://www.nowaterriver.com/what-in-the-world-is-poetry-friday/">Poetry Friday</a> over at <a href="https://missrumphiuseffect.blogspot.com/">The Miss Rumphius Effect.</a> </span></span></span><span><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Each Friday, a</span></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">ll are invited to share poems, poem books, poetry ideas, and friendship in this open and welcoming poetry community.</span></span></p><p>I thank you for joining me on this journey through 10 visits of Coaxing Poems. National Poetry Month begins on Monday...April Fool's Day! I welcome you to join me throughout April as I take on another month-long poem writing project.</p><div><p>xo,</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Amy</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span>Please share a comment below if you wish.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span>Know that your comment will only appear after I approve it.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">If you are under 13 years old, please only comment </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">with a parent or as part of a group with your teacher.</div></div></div></div></div>Amy LVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16625469276544426664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post-29221058834635510432024-03-27T11:45:00.005-04:002024-03-27T15:06:10.744-04:00Coaxing Poems 9: Time for Rhyme<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixEdGUiLAxGrpcAKUjVzpCZhawRCDnjLnSmm8PB8ElRagrnhA6uwNethf_C1rKEuXrLaEuSORxneyWMimsUonMkKNb_49IyCA0v4Axk-10hhKucVEijMNjXveA8TRK8NstEkkVXWtVUJlFYeEpmsPkhz7w1YRT4ZvUe634st1iEZo91y5FOSQ10jPPQoU/s662/Cover%20Visit%209.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="662" data-original-width="662" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixEdGUiLAxGrpcAKUjVzpCZhawRCDnjLnSmm8PB8ElRagrnhA6uwNethf_C1rKEuXrLaEuSORxneyWMimsUonMkKNb_49IyCA0v4Axk-10hhKucVEijMNjXveA8TRK8NstEkkVXWtVUJlFYeEpmsPkhz7w1YRT4ZvUe634st1iEZo91y5FOSQ10jPPQoU/s320/Cover%20Visit%209.png" width="320" /></a></div><p style="text-align: left;">Well...hello there Poem Friends! Welcome to the ninth of ten poetry video visits here at The Poem Farm. In each of these short clips, I will share a small something about poetry, and you will always be able to find the poem(s) I read below the video. If you wish, you may watch the earlier videos linked below:</p><p></p><p><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span></span></span></p><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><b>COAXING POEMS VISITS:</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="http://www.poemfarm.amylv.com/2024/01/coaxing-poems-1-we-are-libraries.html">Visit 1: We Are Libraries</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="http://www.poemfarm.amylv.com/2024/01/coaxing-poems-2-eat-world.html">Visit 2: Eat the World</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="http://www.poemfarm.amylv.com/2024/01/coaxing-poems-3-make-break-pattern.html">Visit 3: Make & Break a Pattern</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="http://www.poemfarm.amylv.com/2024/01/coaxing-poems-4-abracadabra.html">Visit 4: Abacadabra!</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="http://www.poemfarm.amylv.com/2024/02/coaxing-poems-5-tell-us-story.html">Visit 5: Tell Us a Story</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="http://www.poemfarm.amylv.com/2024/02/coaxing-poems-6-give-it-space.html">Visit 6: Give it Space</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="http://www.poemfarm.amylv.com/2024/03/coaxing-poems-7-choose-view.html">Visit 7: Choose a View</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="http://www.poemfarm.amylv.com/2024/03/coaxing-poems-8-tap-it-out.html">Visit 8: Tap it Out</a></div></div><p>And here is Visit 9: Time for Rhyme:</p><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" referrerpolicy="strict-origin-when-cross-origin" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/DHRBKyoXVvI?si=vtxGgq3t-Tw1NQqW" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Students - Today we think about rhyme. Rhyme gives poetry a special sound, and many poets enjoy rhyming to create a mood or a feeling of repetition, song, or comfort for readers. I like to rhyme, and when I do, I like to be sure that my rhymes make sense. I do not want anyone to really notice the rhymes at all, actually. If a rhyme doesn't make sense, fit together, or seem to mean anything, like the one below, a reader might shake their head and think, "Well, that's weird." If I tried to write something for the purpose of weirdness, that's good, but otherwise, such weird head shaking is usually not a good sign.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>I like eating sweet cupcakes.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>I do not ride bikes in lakes.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>In an earthquake, the earth shakes.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrz87NBEFynJn-V4_mCW_ev23o31WMZI0MJSV_FaCAsZgpOyrsF2W3qqDvB8NlKoaqpwsJnTYRNBcoE_o_lFqeFmiGQ2YBV7bjBsimbK5RUk49zRT4NUWOknoIW6QcoPO70XuK6Gn8_S_oIvFT8IjI_ufo9gfq1M_gyciGmHJKCJa0scNMaDNrLH7J1-0/s2353/Tea.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2353" data-original-width="2353" height="399" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrz87NBEFynJn-V4_mCW_ev23o31WMZI0MJSV_FaCAsZgpOyrsF2W3qqDvB8NlKoaqpwsJnTYRNBcoE_o_lFqeFmiGQ2YBV7bjBsimbK5RUk49zRT4NUWOknoIW6QcoPO70XuK6Gn8_S_oIvFT8IjI_ufo9gfq1M_gyciGmHJKCJa0scNMaDNrLH7J1-0/w399-h399/Tea.jpg" width="399" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Morning Tea</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Photo by Amy LV</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOlhY_tMX-Q_AIRWYPOThuCBtWE4fGZvkUDh-1J7BwFoeJ6snxsougUqmogl0_WJwEx6v3jCBBnD65pToceZ0ky9thZ6Gl_txFBZe2puPCx2zIo6jHLxqyhNrpW0BifPo1vtHZoTYu3QsGZGRlwVN9C5Uuiodq9HEoc-Eo3vsVKNF-RZf7S-_U0RH5UBc/s560/Tea%20Story.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="427" data-original-width="560" height="302" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOlhY_tMX-Q_AIRWYPOThuCBtWE4fGZvkUDh-1J7BwFoeJ6snxsougUqmogl0_WJwEx6v3jCBBnD65pToceZ0ky9thZ6Gl_txFBZe2puPCx2zIo6jHLxqyhNrpW0BifPo1vtHZoTYu3QsGZGRlwVN9C5Uuiodq9HEoc-Eo3vsVKNF-RZf7S-_U0RH5UBc/w396-h302/Tea%20Story.png" width="396" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I do use a few techniques to help me with rhymes:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>Jot the alphabet and make lists of rhyming words from the alphabet (see below).</li><li>Use <a href="https://www.rhymezone.com/">Rhymezone</a> or a paper rhyming dictionary. Make lists of the sense-making rhymes.</li><li>If I cannot find a strong rhyme for the word I wish to rhyme with, try changing that word to a different word that may have more rhymes. (But don't choose a not-so-good substitute!)</li><li>Read each pair or set of rhymes in my poem to be sure they make sense. I do not want rhymes to draw attention to themselves.</li><li>Ask someone to read my poem aloud and not comment. Listen and see if it needs changes.</li><li>Ask someone to read my poem to see "Am I forcing the rhyme?" </li></ul><div>Below you can see where I have jotted the alphabet and made lists of rhyming words from it. You may also notice that the poem below is written in quatrains (four line stanzas) but that I chose to change to couplets (two line stanzas) when I typed it up. Line breaks (remember <a href="http://www.poemfarm.amylv.com/2024/02/coaxing-poems-6-give-it-space.html">Coaxing Poems Visit 6: Give it Space</a>) matter.</div><div><br /></div><div>When you make your own poems, you will make many decisions and ask yourself many questions. One of these questions may be, "Do I wish to rhyme...or not?" And only you know the answer.<br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8B40jHEQ9vn2HadZ6htbmges1VhychOP92HYIquLqfMK3SokYZT8FDDTPYOSKGW0bEhyf-SDkF9Th6nmZL0m8flJUfzIQTywyD79-A9852HuQAo3XlGQrcmZ8bDL54ick-kQmpIX8-qf-TMOWKgkpavQgDa47NBSOEDt_Wm166KT-qBibhrSKa5dp7BM/s2805/Tea%20Draft.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2805" data-original-width="2805" height="401" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8B40jHEQ9vn2HadZ6htbmges1VhychOP92HYIquLqfMK3SokYZT8FDDTPYOSKGW0bEhyf-SDkF9Th6nmZL0m8flJUfzIQTywyD79-A9852HuQAo3XlGQrcmZ8bDL54ick-kQmpIX8-qf-TMOWKgkpavQgDa47NBSOEDt_Wm166KT-qBibhrSKa5dp7BM/w401-h401/Tea%20Draft.jpg" width="401" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thank you for joining me for Visit 9 of Coaxing Poems. May your days ahead be full of fine rhyme...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">xo,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Amy</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span>Please share a comment below if you wish.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span>Know that your comment will only appear after I approve it.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">If you are under 13 years old, please only comment </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">with a parent or as part of a group with your teacher.</div></div></div></div></div>Amy LVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16625469276544426664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post-71194345949286107022024-03-22T00:02:00.002-04:002024-03-22T06:53:56.399-04:00Coaxing Poems 8: Tap it Out<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdmLTNL5ZyufVFmmFLklVn07rigk1oeVhe4y2YzKC-WzabD-6EcVzdGWZqQTY_m9dklc_1YLRgV6XbATtTpLy6AHhivoaB5Y9ohZtgviQKvL68-5olUbjTBhQ-OIiD-n0Dk4jmIGYELiVWg4abMCdRG82WEp7YT6r3Mc-_4YtU_orZYW2rjYtTqX0m-Oc/s657/Cover%20Visit%208.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="657" data-original-width="657" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdmLTNL5ZyufVFmmFLklVn07rigk1oeVhe4y2YzKC-WzabD-6EcVzdGWZqQTY_m9dklc_1YLRgV6XbATtTpLy6AHhivoaB5Y9ohZtgviQKvL68-5olUbjTBhQ-OIiD-n0Dk4jmIGYELiVWg4abMCdRG82WEp7YT6r3Mc-_4YtU_orZYW2rjYtTqX0m-Oc/s320/Cover%20Visit%208.png" width="320" /></a></div><p style="text-align: left;">Sweet greetings to you, my Poem Friends! Welcome to the eighth of ten poetry video visits here at The Poem Farm. In each of these short clips, I will share a small something about poetry, and you will always be able to find the poem(s) I read below the video. If you wish, you may watch the earlier videos linked below:</p><p></p><p><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span></span></span></p><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><b>COAXING POEMS VISITS:</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="http://www.poemfarm.amylv.com/2024/01/coaxing-poems-1-we-are-libraries.html">Visit 1: We Are Libraries</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="http://www.poemfarm.amylv.com/2024/01/coaxing-poems-2-eat-world.html">Visit 2: Eat the World</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="http://www.poemfarm.amylv.com/2024/01/coaxing-poems-3-make-break-pattern.html">Visit 3: Make & Break a Pattern</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="http://www.poemfarm.amylv.com/2024/01/coaxing-poems-4-abracadabra.html">Visit 4: Abacadabra!</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="http://www.poemfarm.amylv.com/2024/02/coaxing-poems-5-tell-us-story.html">Visit 5: Tell Us a Story</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="http://www.poemfarm.amylv.com/2024/02/coaxing-poems-6-give-it-space.html">Visit 6: Give it Space</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="http://www.poemfarm.amylv.com/2024/03/coaxing-poems-7-choose-view.html">Visit 7: Choose a View</a></div></div><p>And now I am pleased to share Visit 8: Tap it Out:</p><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" referrerpolicy="strict-origin-when-cross-origin" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/oPZ8u5hlob8?si=q3tGMwb95XSRXnKw" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div><p>Students - While most of this series has focused on meaning making in our poems, today's visit centers on sound. The sound of a beat, the tapping, the rhythm in our blood as we read and dance and move to a poem or song.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL6O-MDjHPerzriCUOhtbP8Lxy9ywdy-L7IskurVpP9tZh4GxySP7q9PNuXVIdpmh8jLINg3Z9bbwDeIVYPVGbIe7jnIJ2TMyz0dfnbQOBnmVFGn4UYQSFfUxPps3uG-NWXfaBVpXDAQJBVBW2uztMFiVIdcYbVqQtRXsj3jK033W0y7R1nUA1e9exZs8/s3804/Lion%20Bouquet.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3804" data-original-width="2853" height="494" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL6O-MDjHPerzriCUOhtbP8Lxy9ywdy-L7IskurVpP9tZh4GxySP7q9PNuXVIdpmh8jLINg3Z9bbwDeIVYPVGbIe7jnIJ2TMyz0dfnbQOBnmVFGn4UYQSFfUxPps3uG-NWXfaBVpXDAQJBVBW2uztMFiVIdcYbVqQtRXsj3jK033W0y7R1nUA1e9exZs8/w371-h494/Lion%20Bouquet.jpg" width="371" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Spring Lions</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>by Amy LV</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNF0f7WFIQXLjMj2UeASR1Pzq7mIpbuXH-5sItx1N-puTxXIr-muyesE11dz85_DZHT2-QdgJUk7ZxlakXZF_lqG4SsWfDa2tslaFsaYVChdpgo4ALX191y7CeQMlzgk3ym_23kASqc_johgZMzU0CKTNhAW-3AjGIH75hvSr0uI3Qq_X8yLOXL1852r0/s528/Fluffy%20Faces.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="375" data-original-width="528" height="317" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNF0f7WFIQXLjMj2UeASR1Pzq7mIpbuXH-5sItx1N-puTxXIr-muyesE11dz85_DZHT2-QdgJUk7ZxlakXZF_lqG4SsWfDa2tslaFsaYVChdpgo4ALX191y7CeQMlzgk3ym_23kASqc_johgZMzU0CKTNhAW-3AjGIH75hvSr0uI3Qq_X8yLOXL1852r0/w447-h317/Fluffy%20Faces.png" width="447" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div>I love playing with meter, rhythm, and beat. One way I do this is by borrowing the meter of another poem or song and bringing my own ideas to it. Sometimes, when my writing is finished, I'll sing it...and sometimes I will just leave my lines as a poem, and no one will ever know that it is singable.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">When I do this, I usually write out the poem or song that I am using as my "meter model," and count the syllables for each line, noting the number at the beginning or ending of each line. Then, this guides me in the writing of my own verse. Sometimes I copy the numbers down on a new blank page, right at the ends of where my own lines will go to help me write each line in the same rhythm as my model.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Then, as I write, line-by-line, I tap my fingers on the table or my shoulder and if my model is a song, I sing my poem to see if my words and syllables (and stresses, or the stronger or emphasized syllables) sound right.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">On my notebook pages below, you can see where I have writen out a few little well-known tunes and their syllable counts.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4P-oxFPgIj6bujRnAAUkuKgQbbgZpB9vqAt5cZqXABojUTeFmHAF_2r8UFa_UbHYsuEzWpmXFgxA7BuVZlDlOl8iNVcqG8kTTs1tBvvE-Dx7LYLpEI60QuNFG3DEHs9qSZhXug6YXVlspaHJxnJwe65fn2Qy7D4fuLD76B0tc5eOxEykq4y0U546K4aI/s3786/Drafts%20for%20Visit%208.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2743" data-original-width="3786" height="323" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4P-oxFPgIj6bujRnAAUkuKgQbbgZpB9vqAt5cZqXABojUTeFmHAF_2r8UFa_UbHYsuEzWpmXFgxA7BuVZlDlOl8iNVcqG8kTTs1tBvvE-Dx7LYLpEI60QuNFG3DEHs9qSZhXug6YXVlspaHJxnJwe65fn2Qy7D4fuLD76B0tc5eOxEykq4y0U546K4aI/w445-h323/Drafts%20for%20Visit%208.jpg" width="445" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Counting Song Syllables</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Photo by Amy LV</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">You can try this same thing. It helps to start with a simple tune, matching each line of what you write to the sound of the tune you choose. It may even help to write your first meter-model poem together with a class, clapping and tapping syllables together. It can take a little while to get used to doing this, but once you start, you will find yourself tapping everywhere!<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I often think about how wonderful it would be to be a musician and to invent new song rhythms, singing them along with new words, and I have been fortunate to have some friends who do this. Some of you have heard songs by my friends Barry Lane and Gart Westerhouse. These musicians write their own material and sometimes set the words of others to music too. It is an honor for me when they write music to my words, and in a way, it's the inside out process of what I do when I set poems to others' music. Here are a couple of pieces for you to enjoy by these friends. I share them with my gratitude to Gart and Barry:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Barry Lane sings <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EaRFNWq7mc4">THE SOUND OF KINDNESS</a>, my latest book.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Gart Westerhouse plays piano and sings <a href="https://soundcloud.com/amylvpoemfarm/gart-westerhout-plays-and-sings-in-the-dark-of-morning-by-amy-ludwig-vanderwater">"In the Dark of Morning,"</a> a free verse poem shared <a href="http://www.poemfarm.amylv.com/2023/12/stare-with-your-heart.html">here at The Poem Farm</a>.</div><p style="text-align: left;">For those of you who are interested in music, you may wish to do this yourself - find some words (by you or another) and make a tune to go with them. If you play an instrument, experiment with bringing your instrument into the party too.</p><p style="text-align: left;">Thank you to Truman Elementary in Lackawanna, NY and Lindbergh Elementary in Kenmore, NY for the lovely visits this month. I am smiling away over here remembering our time together.</p><p>The final two Coaxing Poems videos will be up by month's end as once April begins, I will begin my (as yet unchosen) National Poetry Month Project.</p><p><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span>Rose is hosting</span></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"> this week's <a href="https://www.nowaterriver.com/what-in-the-world-is-poetry-friday/">Poetry Friday</a> over at <a href="https://imaginethepossibilities.blog/2024/03/21/poetry-friday-birds-birds-birds/">Imagine the Possibilities</a> with a joyful nod to spring and its birds. </span></span></span><span><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Each Friday, a</span></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">ll are invited to share poems, poem books, poetry ideas, and friendship in this open and welcoming poetry community.</span></span></p><p>May you tap your way through the week ahead!</p><div><p>xo,</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Amy</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span>Please share a comment below if you wish.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span>Know that your comment will only appear after I approve it.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">If you are under 13 years old, please only comment </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">with a parent or as part of a group with your teacher.</div></div></div></div></div>Amy LVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16625469276544426664noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post-69646554401824654242024-03-01T05:17:00.012-05:002024-03-21T13:30:13.943-04:00Coaxing Poems 7: Choose a View<p><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></span></span></p><h3 style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnA9_hd4SOzq7LMI0Losc8QjmJtN9n82DRH5K6GAskNHPQ0up4cu7cx_SaS0EXzmZzoDq5uEiMr6eBKj8D3gCGoKhLVOUV8hCTE4Aq-BvEs3VZxyYqUsqYcMI4JNjVIEmr7qFyR20I40AgQNQsd4EkI_hCMcyp99ly79S4HRmQvWVjk-rD3enUqtMuDHc/s588/Cover%20Visit%207%20.png" style="font-family: inherit; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="587" data-original-width="588" height="319" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnA9_hd4SOzq7LMI0Losc8QjmJtN9n82DRH5K6GAskNHPQ0up4cu7cx_SaS0EXzmZzoDq5uEiMr6eBKj8D3gCGoKhLVOUV8hCTE4Aq-BvEs3VZxyYqUsqYcMI4JNjVIEmr7qFyR20I40AgQNQsd4EkI_hCMcyp99ly79S4HRmQvWVjk-rD3enUqtMuDHc/s320/Cover%20Visit%207%20.png" width="320" /></a></h3><p><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Hello again, my Poem Friends! Welcome to the seventh of ten poetry visits here at The Poem Farm. In each of these short videos, I will share a small something about poetry, and you will always be able to find the poem(s) I read below the video. If you wish, you may watch the earlier videos linked below:</span></span></span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span></span></span></p><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><b>COAXING POEMS VISITS:</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="http://www.poemfarm.amylv.com/2024/01/coaxing-poems-1-we-are-libraries.html">Visit 1: We Are Libraries</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="http://www.poemfarm.amylv.com/2024/01/coaxing-poems-2-eat-world.html">Visit 2: Eat the World</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="http://www.poemfarm.amylv.com/2024/01/coaxing-poems-3-make-break-pattern.html">Visit 3: Make & Break a Pattern</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="http://www.poemfarm.amylv.com/2024/01/coaxing-poems-4-abracadabra.html">Visit 4: Abacadabra!</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="http://www.poemfarm.amylv.com/2024/02/coaxing-poems-5-tell-us-story.html">Visit 5: Tell Us a Story</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="http://www.poemfarm.amylv.com/2024/02/coaxing-poems-6-give-it-space.html">Visit 6: Give it Space</a></div></div><p>Please make yourself comfy for Visit 7: Choose a View.</p><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/dEYxKj3geWs?si=sIqoWmnh4xfOL1ax" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div><p>Students - Today's visit is all about choosing a view, deciding who to be and where to stand in any piece of writing. This is something we do in all writing, not just poetry. Do remember that most all of these writing teachings cross genres, and what we learn in our poetry writing, we bring to our prose. I so believe in bringing our poetry understandings to other forms of writing that I wrote a book about this idea - <a href="https://www.heinemann.com/products/e09653.aspx#:~:text=This%20is%20a%20practical%20book,perspective%20and%20point%20of%20view">POEMS ARE TEACHERS: HOW STUDYING POETRY STRENGTHENS WRITING IN ALL GENRES (2017).</a></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEif5xLcpyx0O7djf0ZgMQELI7B9v22m3Ymqdz6DGVtDbGL52vRDdig7SXd8Zun9awRmRqZTSDYro8To2q-1B0PZ8b_enaGLCB2D0nxFpnNlG7wibSe6grfsvvePRcvjoN_wJm-DeEnPjx1VmlQvnT6WTnKQjYvTIoUmvTvRGHw631b0AqPRhHFZrrH1C34" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="297" data-original-width="230" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEif5xLcpyx0O7djf0ZgMQELI7B9v22m3Ymqdz6DGVtDbGL52vRDdig7SXd8Zun9awRmRqZTSDYro8To2q-1B0PZ8b_enaGLCB2D0nxFpnNlG7wibSe6grfsvvePRcvjoN_wJm-DeEnPjx1VmlQvnT6WTnKQjYvTIoUmvTvRGHw631b0AqPRhHFZrrH1C34" width="186" /></a></div><br />As you learned in the video, my poemdrafts for this week are all about the character of Little Miss Muffet. I wrote about her in many different ways, choosing a different view, or point of view, for each poem.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9rEjeXrcKYfu0PknQOYt0yVZTJeQqglld6Q45i2CiGgN4qrx7sxa5aUHS7Y0Fbm2mwekHbdWrfX7ssJHxUGhmKHHAbixAPgHCY2QUyYL3NACvrysnYUjwzJrIzvVlbE5M9p0TAdj-qo_daPJzeeouXQ25DblFSN4n-AjUgQ20DxljJ5eNo01-INpZpKo/s3716/20240229_122011.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3716" data-original-width="2860" height="394" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9rEjeXrcKYfu0PknQOYt0yVZTJeQqglld6Q45i2CiGgN4qrx7sxa5aUHS7Y0Fbm2mwekHbdWrfX7ssJHxUGhmKHHAbixAPgHCY2QUyYL3NACvrysnYUjwzJrIzvVlbE5M9p0TAdj-qo_daPJzeeouXQ25DblFSN4n-AjUgQ20DxljJ5eNo01-INpZpKo/w303-h394/20240229_122011.jpg" width="303" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Draft, First Person as Miss Muffet</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Photo by Amy LV</i></div><p></p><p>Early on in writing a poem, you will choose a view - or decide who to write as or to in your poem. Will you be yourself or a different character? Will you address someone in your poem or your readers directly? Will you write from a little distance? Remember that you may just make this choice without thinking a lot about it. But it still helps to understand what is going on behind the scenes of your and others' writing. Keep these possibilities in mind:</p><p>First Person - This is where you write in the I voice. You may be you or another, but you write using I. You might write AS someone or something else or you might write TO someone or something else using the word I in your poem. Writing TO someone or something not present in a poem is called apostrophe or a poem of address.</p><p>Second Person - This is where you write in the YOU voice. In certain lines of your poem, you speak directly to your reader with word YOU. This point of view invites the reader right into the world of your poem.</p><p>Third Person - This is where you write in the HE/SHE/IT/THEY voice. You are speaking about someone or something from a wee bit of distance. You are not the one speaking, nor are you speaking to a particular person object. Rather, you are telling ABOUT it.</p><p>Below, you will find four poems about Little Miss Muffet, each from a different viewpoint.</p><p>Here is my first person poem about Little Miss Muffet. You will note that I am writing AS Little Miss Muffet in the I voice. First person poems can be in our own voices, but when we write in the voice of another, such poems are called persona poems.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb9f9ThJKubth0fB9NpIvn7K-3WI1YL9IuZ7XLtDcBx8C403TBuHdLWxNXwsDOGWm6i9ALUr40T7vvGa5m5ZvoETCELl2FjKuhp8UAaJPJonQ2r8i39Ik-te4M_ige1GYvCgsgN3bKFPa6y-PEp2UJs-82cy49K_cl_TOSJARjX4FX6XDFN9fZzXkeNgo/s632/I%20am%20an%20Arachnologist.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="632" data-original-width="421" height="506" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb9f9ThJKubth0fB9NpIvn7K-3WI1YL9IuZ7XLtDcBx8C403TBuHdLWxNXwsDOGWm6i9ALUr40T7vvGa5m5ZvoETCELl2FjKuhp8UAaJPJonQ2r8i39Ik-te4M_ige1GYvCgsgN3bKFPa6y-PEp2UJs-82cy49K_cl_TOSJARjX4FX6XDFN9fZzXkeNgo/w337-h506/I%20am%20an%20Arachnologist.png" width="337" /></a></div><p>Below is another poem in the first person I voice, but this time I chose to write TO Little Miss Muffet rather than AS her. I am being me and using the I voice as I speak to Little Miss Muffet. I am using the word YOU, but not speaking to the readers. I am speaking to Miss Muffet herself. A poem that speaks to someone or something not actually here is called an apostrophe or a poem of address.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjinAANO5lhK6n7Q1A1Jj7px5BVqorQPHMkQNyxjpPCyU4Bvo5NMhI2Y7qRr08k6YNMgel1PyIFLBMYEhkHSYAwRj_EMJ90tHJ6g_9uJPcKHyG3JoN_NNHVxURaJ4fMIGPQpQd8qIwcnhy8EGJZOpkqRDaSr3vv8IB2N-5o77qfVuHYil7D2z05yCWXKq4/s627/I%20Want%20to%20Draw%20You.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="627" data-original-width="410" height="510" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjinAANO5lhK6n7Q1A1Jj7px5BVqorQPHMkQNyxjpPCyU4Bvo5NMhI2Y7qRr08k6YNMgel1PyIFLBMYEhkHSYAwRj_EMJ90tHJ6g_9uJPcKHyG3JoN_NNHVxURaJ4fMIGPQpQd8qIwcnhy8EGJZOpkqRDaSr3vv8IB2N-5o77qfVuHYil7D2z05yCWXKq4/w333-h510/I%20Want%20to%20Draw%20You.png" width="333" /></a></div><p>This next poem is in the third person voice. Notice how I use the word THEY to describe what Alice and Mary are doing. I am not writing AS them or TO them, but rather ABOUT them.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqnnPeh6F2ZNOTKX09MLlFHo02Whry48eonRAdWi7UdeiKh1Xw1BlcohJd0sJRzu63VNYj09kyTbdbzFMJAaC9yEWu6LOqQjwyT6_ykhjKWGdQZog_O6zVerfJ5TOJ6JEdalSnMPLbazZhju4V6n8JnhRoQ_lLYpKUnEOiZY7Q_MQVOWwVowd4NLApWB0/s635/Two%20Girls.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="635" data-original-width="407" height="510" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqnnPeh6F2ZNOTKX09MLlFHo02Whry48eonRAdWi7UdeiKh1Xw1BlcohJd0sJRzu63VNYj09kyTbdbzFMJAaC9yEWu6LOqQjwyT6_ykhjKWGdQZog_O6zVerfJ5TOJ6JEdalSnMPLbazZhju4V6n8JnhRoQ_lLYpKUnEOiZY7Q_MQVOWwVowd4NLApWB0/w328-h510/Two%20Girls.png" width="328" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p>And in this final poem, I write in the second person, addressing readers using the word YOU.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyVh-wuJPWMdcnKM3XM8HSWRSVaYFlrSkE0s9pgMWpqQDyAav8ZobEfgE27N7IWpxb1J_n0TQLAu1oTgUAZMtrsgJlCov2aOzXFWUbVd233sPsUYp4VMCEcTshas_QZM7nA6TgH8Tyl2UPFoUIR18S9boZ15GvmQQtUYYJ58iYkkAWWe7qR7Vk_fru8GM/s656/Would%20You.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="656" data-original-width="462" height="472" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyVh-wuJPWMdcnKM3XM8HSWRSVaYFlrSkE0s9pgMWpqQDyAav8ZobEfgE27N7IWpxb1J_n0TQLAu1oTgUAZMtrsgJlCov2aOzXFWUbVd233sPsUYp4VMCEcTshas_QZM7nA6TgH8Tyl2UPFoUIR18S9boZ15GvmQQtUYYJ58iYkkAWWe7qR7Vk_fru8GM/w332-h472/Would%20You.png" width="332" /></a></div><p>Choosing a view - or point of view - offers a writer possibilities. When we write as someone or something, we will discover different ideas than when we write to or about this person or thing. I recommend writing a few different drafts, as I did, all around the same subject but taking different viewpoints for each one. Remember, no need to rhyme!</p><p>As you read your independent reading books or when you read books together, take a moment to consider the point of view. Who is telling the story? How does the point of view change the story?</p></div></div></div><p><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span>Linda is hosting</span></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"> this week's <a href="https://www.nowaterriver.com/what-in-the-world-is-poetry-friday/">Poetry Friday</a> over at <a href="https://www.teacherdance.org/2024/02/poetry-friday-make-choice.html">TeacherDance</a> wi<span style="font-family: inherit;">th an original acrostic poem about choices and kindness. </span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"> </span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Each Friday, a</span></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">ll are invited to share poems, poem books, poetry ideas, and friendship in this open and welcoming poetry community.</span></span></p><p>Here's to a week filled with interesting, beautiful, quirky, and magical views. And if we have sad views, may they help make us kinder souls.</p><div><p>xo,</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Amy</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span>Please share a comment below if you wish.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span>Know that your comment will only appear after I approve it.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">If you are under 13 years old, please only comment </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">with a parent or as part of a group with your teacher.</div></div>Amy LVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16625469276544426664noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post-67256726378082183382024-02-16T00:02:00.006-05:002024-02-27T07:15:13.779-05:00Coaxing Poems 6: Give it Space<h3 style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2tJTpi3VbL8pn-NO83yReHwk8FKauU1JXvdYLyc4A8VDStU6OZOcxO7Euwx_C4iY0EdM5NuW27bxnkndmlpJH5WZpJk2FmtRSEl6sK-QGL1EC-3MWTfhSPy3I2G2sP8Fp2w72n6_sNX_E9Hf9-V45zwUN_2D5ggE0KYGJ3WmQ-Ek7f4tetWB1nd8H5aU/s676/VISIT%206%20GIVE%20IT%20SPACE.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="670" data-original-width="676" height="317" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2tJTpi3VbL8pn-NO83yReHwk8FKauU1JXvdYLyc4A8VDStU6OZOcxO7Euwx_C4iY0EdM5NuW27bxnkndmlpJH5WZpJk2FmtRSEl6sK-QGL1EC-3MWTfhSPy3I2G2sP8Fp2w72n6_sNX_E9Hf9-V45zwUN_2D5ggE0KYGJ3WmQ-Ek7f4tetWB1nd8H5aU/s320/VISIT%206%20GIVE%20IT%20SPACE.png" width="320" /></a></h3><p style="text-align: left;">Greetings to you dear and funny Poetry Friends! Welcome to the sixth of ten poetry visits here at The Poem Farm. In each of these short videos, I will share a small something about poetry, and you will always be able to find the poem(s) I read below the video. If you wish, you may watch the earlier videos linked below:</p><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><b>COAXING POEMS VISITS:</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="http://www.poemfarm.amylv.com/2024/01/coaxing-poems-1-we-are-libraries.html">Visit 1: We Are Libraries</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="http://www.poemfarm.amylv.com/2024/01/coaxing-poems-2-eat-world.html">Visit 2: Eat the World</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="http://www.poemfarm.amylv.com/2024/01/coaxing-poems-3-make-break-pattern.html">Visit 3: Make & Break a Pattern</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="http://www.poemfarm.amylv.com/2024/01/coaxing-poems-4-abracadabra.html">Visit 4: Abacadabra!</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="http://www.poemfarm.amylv.com/2024/02/coaxing-poems-5-tell-us-story.html">Visit 5: Tell Us a Story</a></div></div><p>Please make yourself comfy for Visit 6: Give it Space.</p><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/7_lCTA6wJSU?si=2R1d7aHfDHZkv3xe" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div><p>Students - Line breaks and stanzas create the space in our poems. They are the air our poems need to breathe. See, to not make space inside of a poem is to stuff the poem into an airless jar, and we do not want our poems to live inside of airless jars. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzrGPYYocpF9HjVeZgWVewI5sLxc9SM3rieAsnxksXSO-JUVU36_WxNBU3WefLrwL2pydzZkvwddOvCwVQ9SZWXGDOjNSHo1CskS2Hd8uBeoepsU0lV1B102iKGDXiqaNnCI9ME1a_-OdLPkcl5TSXOt9zrUX5x0AoDcXK08VQh_qKOEQPelYM1lCguV0/s1402/Pinecones.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1402" data-original-width="1066" height="535" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzrGPYYocpF9HjVeZgWVewI5sLxc9SM3rieAsnxksXSO-JUVU36_WxNBU3WefLrwL2pydzZkvwddOvCwVQ9SZWXGDOjNSHo1CskS2Hd8uBeoepsU0lV1B102iKGDXiqaNnCI9ME1a_-OdLPkcl5TSXOt9zrUX5x0AoDcXK08VQh_qKOEQPelYM1lCguV0/w407-h535/Pinecones.jpg" width="407" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Pinecone Treasures</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Photo by Amy LV</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZNDDEkDkxHL5GyGuk7Weo7pA01fbJB9x3wXswhCZ9kl3whWLiVxZdIDfuCfH1lym2p5jPTTaMABGZvcgmWAqUOvYEO17CqX9I37rRQBxe4as8a0AZbnTjh7vDSztu_wGfdcA0mhVoE3mxuI1KJPbAxoaShWLw23CSeRjPkymEJEp4wDlwW6t06P9CCT0/s615/Like%20Every%20Year.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="615" data-original-width="421" height="602" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZNDDEkDkxHL5GyGuk7Weo7pA01fbJB9x3wXswhCZ9kl3whWLiVxZdIDfuCfH1lym2p5jPTTaMABGZvcgmWAqUOvYEO17CqX9I37rRQBxe4as8a0AZbnTjh7vDSztu_wGfdcA0mhVoE3mxuI1KJPbAxoaShWLw23CSeRjPkymEJEp4wDlwW6t06P9CCT0/w412-h602/Like%20Every%20Year.png" width="412" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">You may have noticed that I played even more with the line breaks - and the words - of this poem between recording the video and typing it up here. I decided to break this poem into two stanzas...one about the pinecones without the boy and one about the boy and his pinecone plans.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Below you can see some of my drafting for this poem. Messy, isn't it? Real work often is, so please do not worry about neatnes in your first drafts. Allow the messy thinking part of writing to be part of your work.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Now, notice the slashes. Those idicate where I chose to break my lines. If you ever write a poem that looks like a paragraph, or if you do not like the line breaks you first choose, know that you can change them. Simply draw slash marks to show where you will move to new lines in your recopy/typing of the work. </div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNU96w8jP_IEA3OjicBhmhEtEDnVqjVgCl_YPEb_PW-mvJrR7eKyZzF_Pz1ZlFsNQn2F2eoMWoo4fgd8fDZmDtR1uUBuY9Hz6TcGnJTLt9bzppnUVSU7-mzTSFSymWau_ELj5gmdyapdaVBfvN5a5lzldtVyD-XzxNz22d8cEGDj3nVqTBw1qI_qG0Nu0/s3815/Pine%20Cone%20Draft.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3815" data-original-width="2999" height="526" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNU96w8jP_IEA3OjicBhmhEtEDnVqjVgCl_YPEb_PW-mvJrR7eKyZzF_Pz1ZlFsNQn2F2eoMWoo4fgd8fDZmDtR1uUBuY9Hz6TcGnJTLt9bzppnUVSU7-mzTSFSymWau_ELj5gmdyapdaVBfvN5a5lzldtVyD-XzxNz22d8cEGDj3nVqTBw1qI_qG0Nu0/w414-h526/Pine%20Cone%20Draft.jpg" width="414" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Some Messy Pinecone Drafting</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Photo by Amy LV</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Here again, as in the video, you can see thre ways I considered breaking up that first sentence of the poem. You may have made choices than I did with these words, and this is one part of what makes writing interesting: we each do it our own way based on who we are.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp3j9OWi2dtJYR-z1m9zxZCajA5JSzUDztYCAXOKLuyLzbR4-jByk0ytC0x9YZse2H8MPAycBrtRxcrIIcBPDdMt3bkWGCprV4WuJhRHHbx06ZvJLLE8ycF8t7u2Zy2l_XNzFgfnNdQgNbSKmIaBF4vaHDy4g0qQ9MsL7YpEWAOlwG6qbX1Jw7KoVniK0/s3451/Line%20Breaks.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3451" data-original-width="2849" height="498" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp3j9OWi2dtJYR-z1m9zxZCajA5JSzUDztYCAXOKLuyLzbR4-jByk0ytC0x9YZse2H8MPAycBrtRxcrIIcBPDdMt3bkWGCprV4WuJhRHHbx06ZvJLLE8ycF8t7u2Zy2l_XNzFgfnNdQgNbSKmIaBF4vaHDy4g0qQ9MsL7YpEWAOlwG6qbX1Jw7KoVniK0/w410-h498/Line%20Breaks.jpg" width="410" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>A Few Line Break Possibilities</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Photo by Amy LV</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div>Consider breaking a line (going to a new line) in your poem if:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>You wish for your readers to pause for a moment</li><li>You wrote line you wish to repeat exactly the same way</li><li>A new voice is speaking</li><li>You want the words and motion of your poem to match each other</li><li>One line - or word - is very important, deserving of its own line</li></ul></div>If you wish for a greater pause or to show a more important change or shift as I did in today's poem, you might move to to a new stanza to help your readers feel this change as they read.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The space in a poem matters. As you write a poem, say this to yourself: <i>Give it space</i>.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><p><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span>Margaret is hosting</span></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"> this week's <a href="https://www.nowaterriver.com/what-in-the-world-is-poetry-friday/">Poetry Friday</a> over at <a href="https://reflectionsontheteche.com/2024/02/15/poetry-friday-is-here-2/">Reflections on the Teche</a> wi<span style="font-family: inherit;">th two poems that span the human experience from love to grief. </span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"> </span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Each Friday, a</span></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">ll are invited to share poems, poem books, poetry ideas, and friendship in this open and welcoming poetry community.</span></span></p><p>I wish you - and your poems - the healthy beauty of space in the week ahead.</p><div><p>xo,</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Amy</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span>Please share a comment below if you wish.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span>Know that your comment will only appear after I approve it.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">If you are under 13 years old, please only comment </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">with a parent or as part of a group with your teacher.</div></div></div></div></div>Amy LVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16625469276544426664noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post-50191765812473701792024-02-02T00:02:00.004-05:002024-02-15T16:21:17.513-05:00Coaxing Poems 5: Tell Us a Story<h3 style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDIbo8GfA3XIAymJreX9jpYlq9k7VOexebHfRLV5UmPsB2n4QxUKerjx4ViyLk-6YpqtB20w3da-hqRPMGmtPTI3Xw9vv7AExc5I9f35SDBB1aPpPbiocc7u4EdjRbTL_y-T8OjFLC6jlcyXoSvMWfUlDdnjAa7ZObm0IuPSHTazN23vpjtmc3N-Pvzww/s615/VISIT%205%20TELL%20US%20A%20STORY.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="610" data-original-width="615" height="317" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDIbo8GfA3XIAymJreX9jpYlq9k7VOexebHfRLV5UmPsB2n4QxUKerjx4ViyLk-6YpqtB20w3da-hqRPMGmtPTI3Xw9vv7AExc5I9f35SDBB1aPpPbiocc7u4EdjRbTL_y-T8OjFLC6jlcyXoSvMWfUlDdnjAa7ZObm0IuPSHTazN23vpjtmc3N-Pvzww/s320/VISIT%205%20TELL%20US%20A%20STORY.png" width="320" /></a></h3><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;">Hello again, you sweet Poetry Friends! Welcome to the fifth of ten poetry visits at The Poem Farm. In each of these short videos, I will share a small something about poetry, and you will always be able to find the poem(s) I read below the video. If you wish, you may watch the earlier videos linked below:</span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><b>COAXING POEMS VISITS:</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="http://www.poemfarm.amylv.com/2024/01/coaxing-poems-1-we-are-libraries.html">Visit 1: We Are Libraries</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="http://www.poemfarm.amylv.com/2024/01/coaxing-poems-2-eat-world.html">Visit 2: Eat the World</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="http://www.poemfarm.amylv.com/2024/01/coaxing-poems-3-make-break-pattern.html">Visit 3: Make & Break a Pattern</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="http://www.poemfarm.amylv.com/2024/01/coaxing-poems-4-abracadabra.html">Visit 4: Abacadabra!</a></div></div><p>And now I invite you to join me for Visit 5: Tell Us a Story!</p><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/FUgg8KuyU4A?si=KPKGxHj0pnL2_rK2" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div><p>Students - Today, as we think about about story poems - narrative poems - we simply think about all of the elements of story and mix them elegantly with all of the elements of poetry. Think of it this way:</p><p>Plot, Characters, & Setting + Line Breaks, Pattern, & Metaphor... = Story Poem</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIXm7g14l7k_N03vtK0kuJU-WNpO6qUUZa7CwTxUP0KkMEY8J41yfTlYMuGy2gA-_UnsE8K56Wrm2DqgPYGVY7PTimohPSYw_dxuznjoXYZDzYbOqbUjqUi7eRNpPj4yY4DO87sNP9DEJ68cMSAk-GGQRCvorasX-6BqfvN-JcyGkOoBq3KOBgCkLA3To/s3554/Mittens,%20Umbrella,%20Jar.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3554" data-original-width="3024" height="515" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIXm7g14l7k_N03vtK0kuJU-WNpO6qUUZa7CwTxUP0KkMEY8J41yfTlYMuGy2gA-_UnsE8K56Wrm2DqgPYGVY7PTimohPSYw_dxuznjoXYZDzYbOqbUjqUi7eRNpPj4yY4DO87sNP9DEJ68cMSAk-GGQRCvorasX-6BqfvN-JcyGkOoBq3KOBgCkLA3To/w438-h515/Mittens,%20Umbrella,%20Jar.jpg" width="438" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Story Poem Still Life</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Photo by Amy LV</i></div><p>In this first free verse story poem, I invent a character related to a character we all know. I invent the problem and the setting for this character. The poem also has a problem, solution, beginning, middle, and end. </p><p>You may notice the repeated words and the places where I chose to move to a new line. As (mostly) always, I drafted this poem by hand. In the revision, I experimented with my line breaks. The enter key is very helpful for poets who do some revision at the computer.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt_EoPIVRtunDkh-uEarIu0fq4KWftPu2Hv2EPe8jnEuhCbmZatd5M_c_iHEnbDW0vdgEFgX1VDyl8whgHPfZJzAG1jGIroUP5njwCccfbCKQmhjFDoqnHPox8DWWcpgLBdfaMVM4gm9d0p-5WEcnc5BnwWCqbqVQrxnauOmAmoHooezMQJKcEmdy0KxQ/s713/LITTLEST%20BLUE%20MITTENS.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="713" data-original-width="567" height="586" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt_EoPIVRtunDkh-uEarIu0fq4KWftPu2Hv2EPe8jnEuhCbmZatd5M_c_iHEnbDW0vdgEFgX1VDyl8whgHPfZJzAG1jGIroUP5njwCccfbCKQmhjFDoqnHPox8DWWcpgLBdfaMVM4gm9d0p-5WEcnc5BnwWCqbqVQrxnauOmAmoHooezMQJKcEmdy0KxQ/w465-h586/LITTLEST%20BLUE%20MITTENS.png" width="465" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The below poem is about characters who usually do not talk at all - Rain and a flower. When we write story poems, we can include dialogue, just as we include dialogue in our prose (not poem) stories. Can you find the places where characters speak in this poem?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This poem and the next do include a bit of rhyme, rhyme that makes sense. I am not striving to rhyme with this series, but truth be told, sometimes...like a baby fox, rhyme sneaks in under the wire fence of my free verse intentions.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEP7oFf8YvDvsmDIRJGtra3g1abIoPeTzjwOuYof87xNM7kqTW8VPH03wtn65QSJ8X391UWLiM8vuBoXX5g48ZK4zalu1j6ZtBbWTMh1AMesffUfylgZxSl7z5DnIlWd3hR_tB-WkUAcMHdgBfIP9j-ItnAgcvTit09Kutc_Tr9_UbupkCPPHGegEDcYc/s572/and%20a%20small%20violet%20flower.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="572" data-original-width="455" height="533" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEP7oFf8YvDvsmDIRJGtra3g1abIoPeTzjwOuYof87xNM7kqTW8VPH03wtn65QSJ8X391UWLiM8vuBoXX5g48ZK4zalu1j6ZtBbWTMh1AMesffUfylgZxSl7z5DnIlWd3hR_tB-WkUAcMHdgBfIP9j-ItnAgcvTit09Kutc_Tr9_UbupkCPPHGegEDcYc/w424-h533/and%20a%20small%20violet%20flower.png" width="424" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This next poem is in the <i>I</i> (first person) voice. A reader might assume that the speaker is actually me, but as writers, we can use the <i>I</i> voice as ourselves or we can write in the <i>I</i> voice pretending to be someone or something else. I have been thinking about the idea of a "word bouquet" for a couple of weeks now. Sometimes a thought needs to live in our notebook and mind for a while before finding its way into a poem or story.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What do you notice about the line breaks in this poem? What do the short lines do for a reader?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEineCS7124nMjI6JMt36FggFvmChe14ECB2j5PFx40rFnUuY0VjYcQ_qxYNESVGVAkrMz8zvigtRp_B7_pJ50ziSp_iZg9OqJ_ltKBBKUmQPmlTTwtNc-_65KGbedW4eKne1kwsTwav46zGl9C1FV5y57jiV75l3baAPiTd-LMm4Z57oYOSFVW2V5cnjSE/s635/To%20You.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="635" data-original-width="316" height="775" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEineCS7124nMjI6JMt36FggFvmChe14ECB2j5PFx40rFnUuY0VjYcQ_qxYNESVGVAkrMz8zvigtRp_B7_pJ50ziSp_iZg9OqJ_ltKBBKUmQPmlTTwtNc-_65KGbedW4eKne1kwsTwav46zGl9C1FV5y57jiV75l3baAPiTd-LMm4Z57oYOSFVW2V5cnjSE/w385-h775/To%20You.png" width="385" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As you read and write story (narrative) poems, talk with each other about the following:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>Who are the characters?</li><li>What is the setting?</li><li>Is there a problem? If yes, what is it?</li><li>How does the problem get solved?</li><li>What happens at the beginning, middle end?</li><li>Do the characters change?</li></ul><div><br /></div><div>Talk about these too:</div><div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>Does this story (narrative) poem feel like it could really happen?</li><li>Is this a fiction story?</li><li>Might this story be a blend of fiction and truth?</li><li>Is this poem based in history?</li></ul><div><br /></div><div>And these:</div></div><div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>What do we notice about the line breaks?</li><li>Does the poet repeat any lines? Why so?</li><li>Do we find any interesting repetition?</li><li>Are there metaphors? Are they fresh?</li><li>What language dance moves do we admire in this poem?</li><li>What makes this poem "poem-y?"</li></ul></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As you think and talk about these questions, you will discover ideas for your own poems. When writers read, we learn new writing ideas, especially when we try.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">One reason I enjoy writing poems so much is because the words simply surprise me on the page. If I did not write poems, I would never have met Little Red Riding Hood's younger brother or heard a conversation between Rain and a flower or written the words "jam jar vase." An afternoon of writing offered me these gifts.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Poems cannot be wrong. Yes, if we read and write many poems, there will be poems we prefer...but poems are not wrong. Experiment! Play with your life and with your words. We each get one life and as many words as we wish - we can choose joy in our lives and in our words.</div><p><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span>Mary Lee is hosting</span></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"> this week's <a href="https://www.nowaterriver.com/what-in-the-world-is-poetry-friday/">Poetry Friday</a> over at <a href="https://ayearofreading.org/2024/02/01/the-poetry-friday-roundup-is-here-3/">A(nother) Year of Reading</a> wi<span style="font-family: inherit;">th thoughts and a poem about secrets. </span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"> </span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Each Friday, a</span></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">ll are invited to share poems, poem books, poetry ideas, and friendship in this open and welcoming poetry community.</span></span></p><p>Happy story-collecting, my dears...</p><div><p>xo,</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Amy</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span>Please share a comment below if you wish.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span>Know that your comment will only appear after I approve it.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">If you are under 13 years old, please only comment </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">with a parent or as part of a group with your teacher.</div></div></div></div></div>Amy LVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16625469276544426664noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post-64992502647139780002024-01-26T00:02:00.002-05:002024-01-26T06:24:34.660-05:00Coaxing Poems 4: Abracadabra!<p style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihEoWoFBQPYiH5gisAv7NuPQEe17eH5YOcwHNbJzZCEoeD3-FdiGtJST_VZt0Ftg-gLyy8qPtopEfpI8BQQ0ETHc5v-ELuZcij3Qhh49s6iCJy1ecz1jFDmtrHQGuaWk4lrX9orPoWGnr-Mq9h4lknjZfSrrKK9b_CATJDkPQlpUHL8beVgm-Dxuuld1g/s581/VISIT%204%20ABACADABRA!.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="581" data-original-width="578" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihEoWoFBQPYiH5gisAv7NuPQEe17eH5YOcwHNbJzZCEoeD3-FdiGtJST_VZt0Ftg-gLyy8qPtopEfpI8BQQ0ETHc5v-ELuZcij3Qhh49s6iCJy1ecz1jFDmtrHQGuaWk4lrX9orPoWGnr-Mq9h4lknjZfSrrKK9b_CATJDkPQlpUHL8beVgm-Dxuuld1g/s320/VISIT%204%20ABACADABRA!.png" width="318" /></a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;">Hello again my dear Poetry Friends, and welcome to the fourth of ten little poetry visits starting off the New Year at The Poem Farm. In each of these short videos, I will share a small something about poetry, and you will always be able to find the poem(s) I read below the video. You can find the earlier videos linked below and you may wish to watch those first:</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><b>COAXING POEMS VISITS:</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="http://www.poemfarm.amylv.com/2024/01/coaxing-poems-1-we-are-libraries.html">Visit 1: We Are Libraries</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="http://www.poemfarm.amylv.com/2024/01/coaxing-poems-2-eat-world.html">Visit 2: Eat the World</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="http://www.poemfarm.amylv.com/2024/01/coaxing-poems-3-make-break-pattern.html">Visit 3: Make & Break a Pattern</a></div></div><p>And now I invite you to join me for Visit 4, Abracadabra!</p></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/YLYLODLe6FE?si=2if12PTvBzQ7i8ts" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Students - The whole world feels more interesting when we practice comparing various objects and feelings to different things we know in life. We find one way that two things are alike, tap our magic writing wands, and we turn one thing into another, right on the page. In this way, writing is magic. We see things anew, and we pass these surprising images on to our readers.</div></div><p style="text-align: left;">Here you can see the notebook page where I remembered some metaphors I have written before and came up with some new ones too. I have never written such a metaphor list in my notebook, but I think do this more often as I found it quite helpful.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip-iyTODF690R09mCDuF1SfSAmARfKO6NjypJht087s0dUkBLf8OM21l8csnD2iFAJCfjD_rtN-4YuU5q1i5vRp6nTvWMaGMtwCLjRaFXXMiBoJ7s2o79sYv78ioFIv__ucDk9UWCVReEK2TcmhO0Wu6IUWn_fGqX7iRCHPAktUZ6hPivNIVU9WDF0Fb8/s3518/Metaphor%20Page.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3518" data-original-width="2795" height="414" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip-iyTODF690R09mCDuF1SfSAmARfKO6NjypJht087s0dUkBLf8OM21l8csnD2iFAJCfjD_rtN-4YuU5q1i5vRp6nTvWMaGMtwCLjRaFXXMiBoJ7s2o79sYv78ioFIv__ucDk9UWCVReEK2TcmhO0Wu6IUWn_fGqX7iRCHPAktUZ6hPivNIVU9WDF0Fb8/w329-h414/Metaphor%20Page.jpg" width="329" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Metaphor Notebook Page</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Photo by Amy LV</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Enjoy these two short, non-rhyming poems centered on metaphor, each comparing one thing to another. As a writer, it is my hope that each poem, even without a matching photo, will give readers a new way to see a familiar object.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When I was a little girl, I used to suck on lemons. Perhaps this is why I wished to write about citrus fruit. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4xoG_Yv2_U0yHckHxAJmvGc-QAtromLaOIEmcXEsbtw-T6AXPYTH1g9YTkKQiEHVJIRrG4ztMUTubY1Xt-qu_nBrruCR3kw_gQldEmIN_gi5RPJIh7N3tjPQ5P6RtmOLsQicMSaZPPGegzyDCMZ4XDhPnniB0hgWCE5X_Q4B0I03jTnvFLJe5tecurdA/s1067/Citrus.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="1067" height="386" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4xoG_Yv2_U0yHckHxAJmvGc-QAtromLaOIEmcXEsbtw-T6AXPYTH1g9YTkKQiEHVJIRrG4ztMUTubY1Xt-qu_nBrruCR3kw_gQldEmIN_gi5RPJIh7N3tjPQ5P6RtmOLsQicMSaZPPGegzyDCMZ4XDhPnniB0hgWCE5X_Q4B0I03jTnvFLJe5tecurdA/w386-h386/Citrus.jpg" width="386" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Orange Snack</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Photo by Amy LV</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Blj34eHA5w8ZcroYKA0H3QvSjaz-LkD8xzzpxbopVP8xWyn9lMwKJod41vvLw8WQTMPjR5IkY0az_7zdVTRzBZTs7jRAk-SzPJ5T6QyHJk1NyNo1rcJngD8t2X5NLLkbwAWn5KABOp4kElbKA3MbebHGoPxEcqkfMa8gmo1URQblSum4Jve8bqra4Os/s408/Citrus.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="346" data-original-width="408" height="329" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Blj34eHA5w8ZcroYKA0H3QvSjaz-LkD8xzzpxbopVP8xWyn9lMwKJod41vvLw8WQTMPjR5IkY0az_7zdVTRzBZTs7jRAk-SzPJ5T6QyHJk1NyNo1rcJngD8t2X5NLLkbwAWn5KABOp4kElbKA3MbebHGoPxEcqkfMa8gmo1URQblSum4Jve8bqra4Os/w388-h329/Citrus.png" width="388" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The below poem, about my kitty Claude, focuses on just one object that I compare him to - a throw pillow. But truth be told, I compare Claude to many things. He is fast and quiet and hazy-furry, so sometimes I call him a ghost, and sometimes I call him a cloud. Perhaps I should make a page in my notebook for all of the different things I compare Claude to in the world.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJYv47Jsfoegszgj8thXIKT2D3c8ZyrByqHek2PkyZVDj4jOgmH9-pWOWL9IVXN7T7Cj0vvbO4VTuPWyI3c3WhPS9yP7V-DIripVM8HcxialbNx6Rk3zBy_Bh5E57_VptX17NfC-CLtLOFH5L-nQ5PKivsLv6pwyQ-km9TxI3WjA4eH3bkPWM11_rf-Ao/s1080/Claude.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="376" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJYv47Jsfoegszgj8thXIKT2D3c8ZyrByqHek2PkyZVDj4jOgmH9-pWOWL9IVXN7T7Cj0vvbO4VTuPWyI3c3WhPS9yP7V-DIripVM8HcxialbNx6Rk3zBy_Bh5E57_VptX17NfC-CLtLOFH5L-nQ5PKivsLv6pwyQ-km9TxI3WjA4eH3bkPWM11_rf-Ao/w376-h376/Claude.jpg" width="376" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Claude on the Couch</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Photo by Amy LV</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUsx-RaTAVHqbpxQ0ZzNB1NEjftBuvZtIPH-58bVn4R3OzWR1wghYC5JRPgR_Tc9lFf85O-BoPJ_4HDthCMduxuS86RP6xF3YJJwvQ61q6DJS-PYCTQhYIfqpvk5LKa5eqrCgHuVLqqH28zLxOgz1lpjDGyXtx0VZfdPcxJ3_NL5_TO1fsF1q32cBqrAg/s402/My%20soft%20throw%20pillow.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="302" data-original-width="402" height="278" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUsx-RaTAVHqbpxQ0ZzNB1NEjftBuvZtIPH-58bVn4R3OzWR1wghYC5JRPgR_Tc9lFf85O-BoPJ_4HDthCMduxuS86RP6xF3YJJwvQ61q6DJS-PYCTQhYIfqpvk5LKa5eqrCgHuVLqqH28zLxOgz1lpjDGyXtx0VZfdPcxJ3_NL5_TO1fsF1q32cBqrAg/w370-h278/My%20soft%20throw%20pillow.png" width="370" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">One last note to you about metaphors. You will read many metaphors in books and hear many people use metaphors in speech. Sometimes these are used so often that they lose their freshness. When I write in metaphor, I try not to use metaphors I have read or heard often, such as "He was a quiet mouse" or "Her anger was a thunderstorm." The work of a writer is to dig into our own strange and beautiful selves and find brand new ways of seeing old things. And when we come upon such a comparison...it is joyously surprising for our writing selves. We don't want our metaphors to be stale like week-old doughnuts.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In travel news, thank you so much to the Heights Elementary School community in Oakland, NJ for inviting me to visit this week. It was a joy to share some writing with you and to see the photographs of all of the projects you made with your own hands. I wish you much happiness in your own writing journeys.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0A6aCaI2sl6fE2xNHnZk6Ut4tXATOCzwMR4zSU6tbR7wCJ9tUjoViLUhSMW9oYGHHl60Z43MgEEesHVfsZT43zRvi0Yptt6zJxjdxjdyFdR9rmMGsqm3duHqBA9ffwWA36qMcjx9Yl0LbrHDT7y840sfIfDEF0Eu0-9vNU_gPbjBuobyxdQD0dL0s8pg/s745/Heights,%20Oakland,%20NJ%20Amy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="745" data-original-width="745" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0A6aCaI2sl6fE2xNHnZk6Ut4tXATOCzwMR4zSU6tbR7wCJ9tUjoViLUhSMW9oYGHHl60Z43MgEEesHVfsZT43zRvi0Yptt6zJxjdxjdyFdR9rmMGsqm3duHqBA9ffwWA36qMcjx9Yl0LbrHDT7y840sfIfDEF0Eu0-9vNU_gPbjBuobyxdQD0dL0s8pg/s320/Heights,%20Oakland,%20NJ%20Amy.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Author Visit to Heights Elementary School</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Photo by Librarian Stacy Contreras</i></div></div><p><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span>Susan is hosting</span></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"> this week's <a href="https://www.nowaterriver.com/what-in-the-world-is-poetry-friday/">Poetry Friday</a> over at <a href="https://chickenspaghetti.typepad.com/chicken_spaghetti/">Chicken Spaghetti</a> wi<span style="font-family: inherit;">th a new year pi</span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;">ñata poem</span><span style="background-color: white;"> inspired by a news article.</span><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"> </span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Each Friday, a</span></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">ll are invited to share poems, poem books, poetry ideas, and friendship in this open and welcoming poetry community.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;">Remember that you are a writing magician, and with a brilliant flash of your pen</span>, you can turn one thing....into another. </p><p>Poof!</p><div><p>xo,</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Amy</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span>Please share a comment below if you wish.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span>Know that your comment will only appear after I approve it.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">If you are under 13 years old, please only comment </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">with a parent or as part of a group with your teacher.</div></div><p></p>Amy LVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16625469276544426664noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post-65496144918905418112024-01-19T00:59:00.001-05:002024-01-19T01:30:20.004-05:00Coaxing Poems 3: Make & Break a Pattern<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKArjhrMmMW6GmrvwmarmPISN6BJfrzqJrpFy1VTjMkHIwn1KzBUmoVnPofG1bgvIB__QacThXbrfEEi4HcL7Qa9BdA80-_UlzrzOFKAYWtAluAo8SAy6BKc1UDov6Fnm1xhnHM5lhRSNIPXDgrweyNkED8dSr-ekLpr2dO3Lc0vg8DHPy2KmiHeXZjrU/s582/VISIT%203%20MAKE%20AND%20BREAK%20A%20PATTERN.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="581" data-original-width="582" height="319" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKArjhrMmMW6GmrvwmarmPISN6BJfrzqJrpFy1VTjMkHIwn1KzBUmoVnPofG1bgvIB__QacThXbrfEEi4HcL7Qa9BdA80-_UlzrzOFKAYWtAluAo8SAy6BKc1UDov6Fnm1xhnHM5lhRSNIPXDgrweyNkED8dSr-ekLpr2dO3Lc0vg8DHPy2KmiHeXZjrU/s320/VISIT%203%20MAKE%20AND%20BREAK%20A%20PATTERN.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;">Hello, Poetry Friends, and welcome to the third of ten little poetry visits starting off the New Year at The Poem Farm. In each of these short videos, I will share a small something about poetry, and you will always be able to find the poem(s) I read below the video. You can find the earlier videos linked below and you may wish to watch those first:</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="http://www.poemfarm.amylv.com/2024/01/coaxing-poems-1-we-are-libraries.html">Coaxing Poems Visit 1: We Are Libraries</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="http://www.poemfarm.amylv.com/2024/01/coaxing-poems-2-eat-world.html">Coaxing Poems Visit 2: Eat the World</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">And now...today's visit. Visit 3!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/tFlphfNdqeU?si=u5m7qgAk9OVJ8yWc" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Students - Just as animals often wear patterns on their fur, feathers, and fins, poems often wear patterns in the way their lines are organized. As readers and writers, we can notice and admire the patterns of others' poems and try these out for ourselves. Below you can look at the lines of the three free verse poems that I read in the video above.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">In <i>Year After Year</i>, the first six lines go back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. You can see that the south lines are represented by white Legos and the north lines represented by blue Legos. The last line of the poem breaks the pattern, and this change is represented by a red Lego.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8bUqHgk2ZjbN8bffMAZQH0vjE2f2xD_Fbu8dGGgiCtUb14FH29d_NZmysATE5EecZy02CoAUipYMYxh_EnOXZZ-wH4nkvitX6Ivj8PktSAMnsrxH8iYpdx2VWRA1mQj1pvDXED8J3HV1vY5MR6eBT6TsPt2diX-rJQCUq04O7n6H9UqM2Q0io_mSmKz8/s581/Year%20After%20Year%20Legos.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="417" data-original-width="581" height="346" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8bUqHgk2ZjbN8bffMAZQH0vjE2f2xD_Fbu8dGGgiCtUb14FH29d_NZmysATE5EecZy02CoAUipYMYxh_EnOXZZ-wH4nkvitX6Ivj8PktSAMnsrxH8iYpdx2VWRA1mQj1pvDXED8J3HV1vY5MR6eBT6TsPt2diX-rJQCUq04O7n6H9UqM2Q0io_mSmKz8/w482-h346/Year%20After%20Year%20Legos.png" width="482" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In <i>Two Kitties</i>, the first four lines tell about Winnie and are represented by green Legos. The second four lines tell about Claude and are represented by gray Legos. The ending, revealing a way that Winnie and Claude are alike, twists and breaks the pattern and is thus represented by a red Lego. (Yes indeed, I could have used two Legos to represent these two lines!)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8lj_GXc-kHo5j-pQGIvq8648cLjTuIc7SSg6AnrDoKgqdN5P6KEEWHj55mqZGwxbFTUUdY9xd-yTP27soyfQY31O9MwSdIVY6AvOfnBpwMHsWtDh_YaMUh9UFnYsFu_T4TdQ05uJasDDqqap-na3jCc6Sx_1bD8l54Ejr5VvdVKHQ-UM3MIRKkJ-9OeU/s573/Two%20Kitties%20Legos.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="502" data-original-width="573" height="422" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8lj_GXc-kHo5j-pQGIvq8648cLjTuIc7SSg6AnrDoKgqdN5P6KEEWHj55mqZGwxbFTUUdY9xd-yTP27soyfQY31O9MwSdIVY6AvOfnBpwMHsWtDh_YaMUh9UFnYsFu_T4TdQ05uJasDDqqap-na3jCc6Sx_1bD8l54Ejr5VvdVKHQ-UM3MIRKkJ-9OeU/w483-h422/Two%20Kitties%20Legos.png" width="483" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In <i>Why I Don't to Finish My Book</i>, each of the first seven lines of the poem list something that the writer WON'T do once they finish reading their current book. These lines are each represented by one yellow Lego. The last line tells something the speaker WILL likely do when they are finished with the book - feel lonely. This change, twist, break in the pattern is once again represented by a red Lego.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix_EiTIL9HNplvkbXaFiWBpXONPo1Dr6F9kNm8AS3mgbCn_ZFZl8d9Vc_EDO_GWIkYACAqJG-bUTL3IKZ0NsfRWnLD0ZFwS8AMsiFkqrDBxGnj3QSkefaiTMyz55IPkWlSwd8lUK3G0rZwP8P5XIyEaZslWEDO9sDJ8nWHmiQgYtuOmgIkBpg8OD9O5QA/s586/Why%20I%20Don't%20Want%20to%20Finish%20My%20Book%20Legos.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="351" data-original-width="586" height="298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix_EiTIL9HNplvkbXaFiWBpXONPo1Dr6F9kNm8AS3mgbCn_ZFZl8d9Vc_EDO_GWIkYACAqJG-bUTL3IKZ0NsfRWnLD0ZFwS8AMsiFkqrDBxGnj3QSkefaiTMyz55IPkWlSwd8lUK3G0rZwP8P5XIyEaZslWEDO9sDJ8nWHmiQgYtuOmgIkBpg8OD9O5QA/w496-h298/Why%20I%20Don't%20Want%20to%20Finish%20My%20Book%20Legos.png" width="496" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">While I chose to use a red Lego in each of these examples to show how the endings break the pattern set up in these poems, I could have chosen a different color to show this break. If you choose to draw or form models of the patterns you notice in poems you read or in poems you write, of course you should choose any colors you wish. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If you are looking for an interesting exercise to try, find a patterned poem in a book and play with drawing colorful Legos to show how the pattern works. You might do this with a friend. Then, you might try to write your own poem that follows the same pattern. The more we read and discover...the more writing ideas we have for ourselves. Reading is an endless river of clear and brilliant gifts. We simply need to dip our hands into the water.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thank you to our son Henry, for sharing his Legos with me for this visit.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><p>Educator Friends: I would love to hear if you are writing along with me during this series. Please comment below, email me at the contact button above, or tag me on social media if you wish to share.</p><p><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span>Robyn is hosting</span></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"> this week's <a href="https://www.nowaterriver.com/what-in-the-world-is-poetry-friday/">Poetry Friday</a> over at <a href="http://www.robynhoodblack.com/blog/posts/43900">Life on the Deckle Edge</a> with a joyful and poetic tea party.</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"> </span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Each Friday, a</span></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">ll are invited to share poems, poem books, poetry ideas, and friendship in this open and welcoming poetry community.</span></p><p>All joy to you in reading and writing and living...</p><div><p>xo,</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Amy</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span>Please share a comment below if you wish.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span>Know that your comment will only appear after I approve it.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">If you are under 13 years old, please only comment </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">with a parent or as part of a group with your teacher.</div></div></div></div>Amy LVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16625469276544426664noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post-19551575587708645132024-01-12T00:04:00.010-05:002024-01-12T05:30:15.482-05:00Coaxing Poems 2: Eat the World<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiwImRfk0BobQncapm_iq0BY84Sb17ZJ-s4EWVmJkSEHZbcaYVOBNG40F1bzUicDQBqNOH3J7XZfa-1nq2G2thcRn0RkuvhbEzEpl3a3mc73Bo5B504_38UzQcMcpzufbdTX6rMUTALVFQYf0p4dOSlwL2LFK-BtuT5m84qQBXHRihzZuk1mecACUAJXw/s577/VISIT%202%20EAT%20THE%20WORLD.png" style="font-family: inherit; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="577" data-original-width="577" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiwImRfk0BobQncapm_iq0BY84Sb17ZJ-s4EWVmJkSEHZbcaYVOBNG40F1bzUicDQBqNOH3J7XZfa-1nq2G2thcRn0RkuvhbEzEpl3a3mc73Bo5B504_38UzQcMcpzufbdTX6rMUTALVFQYf0p4dOSlwL2LFK-BtuT5m84qQBXHRihzZuk1mecACUAJXw/s320/VISIT%202%20EAT%20THE%20WORLD.png" width="320" /></a><br /></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Hello, Poetry Friends, and welcome to the second of ten little poetry visits starting off the New Year at The Poem Farm. In each of these short videos, I will share a small something about poetry, and you will always be able to find the poem I read below the video. You may find the first visit (January 5, 2024) linked below and you may wish to watch that one first:</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.poemfarm.amylv.com/2024/01/coaxing-poems-1-we-are-libraries.html">Coaxing Poems Visit 1: We Are Libraries</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/vvGUSuCzB9I?si=OFOfCZ59EwNiEaeq" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span>If you wish, enjoy a few seconds of the wood fire that heats our home! Each autumn when I stack pile after pile of firewood, I think about the trees who once offered shade, homes for creatures, and various nuts and seeds. In these trees' second lives, they keep our family snug and warm. (Our kitties especially like warming up on the floor nearby.)</span></span></span></span></div><div><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/oGvO9sl6ckY?si=xfOueITwECsqlQzA" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div><div><br /></div><div><p></p><p><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnNKjTU1VWwHYJh0MJ2T1_jpmAQ8rc8TIMD8z7572a_27bFxO2HDv4rhQCN6vzbjKK83hw7bu9kR5LhtHGA02rny1jnYn2onS7M7H4ummgyU3iKx8PGIJkovOIOybucsVLLUe3jXhoMTL8MmAZSdJaq-9aZSGeI0nNcyIJw1m3txMMeCfRLRBHexUv72U/s498/Winter%20Log's%20Memory.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="451" data-original-width="498" height="346" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnNKjTU1VWwHYJh0MJ2T1_jpmAQ8rc8TIMD8z7572a_27bFxO2HDv4rhQCN6vzbjKK83hw7bu9kR5LhtHGA02rny1jnYn2onS7M7H4ummgyU3iKx8PGIJkovOIOybucsVLLUe3jXhoMTL8MmAZSdJaq-9aZSGeI0nNcyIJw1m3txMMeCfRLRBHexUv72U/w382-h346/Winter%20Log's%20Memory.png" width="382" /></a></span></span></span></div><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span>Students - It is fascinating to look around wherever we are, to think about what we see and smell, hear and feel. And we are able to see, smell, hear, and feel more when we are not constantly looking at phones, tablets, and video games. One writing tip is to be sure to eat the <u>real</u> world, friends....not just the digital world. The real world will offer you many ways to learn and be. </span></span></span></span>We are changed by our surroundings, and through making poems and other art bits, we bring new meaning to these surroundings.</div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span>From today's visit I hope you will remember that a poem can live in the empty space between you and any image or object. You create something new in that space. It may be a poem, or it may be another piece of writing or music or art. What you make is a bit what you observe...and a lot what you bring to it.</span></span></span></span></div><div><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span>Remember, too, that a poem need not rhyme. It can fall down the page in lines broken up as we choose. A poem might include a bit of repetition (<i>orange hands</i>) and personification (waving leaves like a human's waving hands.)</span></span></span></span></div><div><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span>So, what will you eat from the world before writing this week? You might</span></span></span></span></div><div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>Look around the space you are in now</li><li>Go someplace and look around that space</li><li>Select a book and write from any picture or words you read in it</li><li>Write from an object you are wearing or in your bag</li><li>Find inspiration in a piece of art</li><li>Watch people to unlock ideas</li><li>Find new ways to pay attention</li></ul><p></p><p>Educator Friends: I would love to hear if you are writing along with me during this series. Please comment below, email me at the contact button above, or tag me on social media if you wish to share.</p><p><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span>Tracey is hosting</span></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"> this week's <a href="https://www.nowaterriver.com/what-in-the-world-is-poetry-friday/">Poetry Friday</a> over at <a href="http://traceykj.com/joomla/index.php/a-token-for-your-thoughts">Tangles and Tails</a> with such an interesting timeline about the history of Monopoly tokens ending with a delightful poem for Thimble.</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"> </span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Each Friday, a</span></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">ll are invited to share poems, poem books, poetry ideas, and friendship in this open and welcoming poetry community.</span></p><div><p>xo,</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Amy</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">ps - Claude asked me to show you this photo of him all toasty by his favorite fire....</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2cjNNqhs6RcVWC0sm9gW20EVv1WFMDuMqpu2q4-tzPVA51Hr3zW52fu8lm1Crwdf-FNgvPsNBzqosV8GdlOmFRtObsCCu2bDwsoqiC4_vVv3fqUX6qLt4_NaFBe3n40TVP6AqL5ji5WdqsLs-QK_JL7VKfhAv5mttsu1-5O0tRcHhy01snZIyPmc3q2s/s875/Claude%20and%20Fire.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="875" data-original-width="656" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2cjNNqhs6RcVWC0sm9gW20EVv1WFMDuMqpu2q4-tzPVA51Hr3zW52fu8lm1Crwdf-FNgvPsNBzqosV8GdlOmFRtObsCCu2bDwsoqiC4_vVv3fqUX6qLt4_NaFBe3n40TVP6AqL5ji5WdqsLs-QK_JL7VKfhAv5mttsu1-5O0tRcHhy01snZIyPmc3q2s/s320/Claude%20and%20Fire.png" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Cozy Claude</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Photo by Hope LV</i></div><p></p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span>Please share a comment below if you wish.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span>Know that your comment will only appear after I approve it.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">If you are under 13 years old, please only comment </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">with a parent or as part of a group with your teacher.</div></div></div></div>Amy LVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16625469276544426664noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post-79754276836777100192024-01-05T05:27:00.006-05:002024-01-05T06:16:12.424-05:00Coaxing Poems 1: We Are Libraries<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4exyWD4gFjlMrPG3FFRBqAkFEfd-UMXoALXhMoH46RpGo4hNNedutndNJ4ThVUa_kNIiL_uxHwS1Uud6dIyGDDubbBHcdd_q76yYxgKOT-nmVpDXXhimYvNZ2m_eYvYJvP7EuSARAyYJRPqP5SPuatoU9b36eLqVuDPB8zVbA37WIdK7guJsSULesUgc/s578/YouTube%20Screen.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="577" data-original-width="578" height="319" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4exyWD4gFjlMrPG3FFRBqAkFEfd-UMXoALXhMoH46RpGo4hNNedutndNJ4ThVUa_kNIiL_uxHwS1Uud6dIyGDDubbBHcdd_q76yYxgKOT-nmVpDXXhimYvNZ2m_eYvYJvP7EuSARAyYJRPqP5SPuatoU9b36eLqVuDPB8zVbA37WIdK7guJsSULesUgc/s320/YouTube%20Screen.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Greetings, Poetry Friends! </span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">It has been almost four years since I have shared a video series, and with this new year, it feels like time again. I welcome you to ten little Friday visits we'll call Coaxing Poems. This week and next we will focus mostly on discovering ideas for poems, inside the libraries that are us. As the weeks roll on, we will talk a bit about possibilities for setting up poems and sculpting language like clay.</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Below this video visit, you will find the poems I share within it.</span></span></span></div></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/unggzMuqTF8?si=wNif5hOhZw_cpaHL" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">This poem about my Great Aunt Kay came to me when I held my palms up toward the sky and let my inner invisible librarian place a topic in my hands.</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNuuwfkMI_scJeBwB2QtihsJ30fVNI505_DiU8ek2ID6u8c57JcK6EZMfe1dvD_VVuRt5EVIjtSlga3SlkxsdZrNvg1y0WJ-T4hlua-X733QYRuBP3slEoI9N94V_c9VMFFYcykeYModj4Xz5c-iNDc2FKlEGAJg9oeoPQPXDhreAtwksgXjvx8okXn6A/s4032/Sweater%20Drawing.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNuuwfkMI_scJeBwB2QtihsJ30fVNI505_DiU8ek2ID6u8c57JcK6EZMfe1dvD_VVuRt5EVIjtSlga3SlkxsdZrNvg1y0WJ-T4hlua-X733QYRuBP3slEoI9N94V_c9VMFFYcykeYModj4Xz5c-iNDc2FKlEGAJg9oeoPQPXDhreAtwksgXjvx8okXn6A/w357-h268/Sweater%20Drawing.jpg" width="357" /></a></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>An Aunt Kay Sweater</b></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Drawing by Amy LV</i></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKOB1CJeoe3AbY2DH1SuUT_mXt0xj34qup2GZAAQ97z27eVRMMJszvNOq9Ah-y9mKbAjLUOXHgjZ_dva_JC9uqJhG2It3sjqU0WeSkEPQLoCGZCl3MZPPdad_9-RtnwoX11iCalatkwXtl_WbpqFm-weKLQBVbYw82fShA_RnS0LT6-n2CQHhvNrEQYH4/s516/Big%20and%20Small.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="516" data-original-width="401" height="439" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKOB1CJeoe3AbY2DH1SuUT_mXt0xj34qup2GZAAQ97z27eVRMMJszvNOq9Ah-y9mKbAjLUOXHgjZ_dva_JC9uqJhG2It3sjqU0WeSkEPQLoCGZCl3MZPPdad_9-RtnwoX11iCalatkwXtl_WbpqFm-weKLQBVbYw82fShA_RnS0LT6-n2CQHhvNrEQYH4/w342-h439/Big%20and%20Small.png" width="342" /></a></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And this poem idea, about a cloud friend, arrived the same way!</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjawWqu5uB_ez_NzLfLuG0rGS3HQMpDHYjEOaylOmKBpWzOpJ9FZj4dmIVSFvimtkp7Dpm1nuvXWCOMWyds5lh3whS29VS1YsEHT3NcbPoyOy0nvycA9DgEJPZnm1R-Wiz3xQUSOFCFg_3IBm2ienbxZVyU1VM-KDfoZt9jWP0qAcGw69N1VQbGmJBWQYs/s2584/Cloud%20Drawing.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2584" data-original-width="2584" height="338" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjawWqu5uB_ez_NzLfLuG0rGS3HQMpDHYjEOaylOmKBpWzOpJ9FZj4dmIVSFvimtkp7Dpm1nuvXWCOMWyds5lh3whS29VS1YsEHT3NcbPoyOy0nvycA9DgEJPZnm1R-Wiz3xQUSOFCFg_3IBm2ienbxZVyU1VM-KDfoZt9jWP0qAcGw69N1VQbGmJBWQYs/w338-h338/Cloud%20Drawing.jpg" width="338" /></a></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>New Cloud Friend</b></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Drawing by Amy LV</i></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSwRIVCEebmVPXN7oENs7SsrfVDjKjq0_wnN85yc_VlOQZI4zj-V6b3NfxVfn44-0EDgL4DIwnfeUe3PBaDLBzAm7ZY6ifnvOlojMlWkZs-JF5O_rs8TyLi7T2LtGSiWJgNKol4AxP_FgulJmsoTZ2m1XWXR0_tcEztk3XhJ5W4Rfwhn8UdcPdmeTgkJg/s547/On%20the%20Way%20to%20School.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="547" data-original-width="411" height="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSwRIVCEebmVPXN7oENs7SsrfVDjKjq0_wnN85yc_VlOQZI4zj-V6b3NfxVfn44-0EDgL4DIwnfeUe3PBaDLBzAm7ZY6ifnvOlojMlWkZs-JF5O_rs8TyLi7T2LtGSiWJgNKol4AxP_FgulJmsoTZ2m1XWXR0_tcEztk3XhJ5W4Rfwhn8UdcPdmeTgkJg/w338-h450/On%20the%20Way%20to%20School.png" width="338" /></a></span></span></span></div><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Students - You will notice that these poems do not rhyme - none of the poems I will share during Coaxing Poems will rhyme. But notice the short lines. Notice the words. Notice the space. Pay attention to what is description and what is feeling. Feel free to try out what you notice, breaking up your own lines to slow a reader down, repeating words, and helping your readers sense...and feel...your words.</div></span></span></span><p><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span>Marcie is hosting</span></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"> this week's <a href="https://www.nowaterriver.com/what-in-the-world-is-poetry-friday/">Poetry Friday</a> over at <a href="https://www.marcieatkins.com/2024/01/04/poetry-friday-roundup-word-of-the-year-2024-and-new-adventures/">Marcie Flinchum Atkins</a> with her 2024 word and plans for great adventures in the year ahead.</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"> </span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Each Friday, a</span></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">ll are invited to share poems, poem books, poetry ideas, and friendship in this open and welcoming poetry community.</span></p><p></p><p><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Have fun in the stacks of your inner library, coaxers!</span></p><div><p>xo,</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Amy</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;">ps - Educator Friends, I am trying to think of a way to celebrate this series when it is complete. If you have any ideas for this, please let me know in the comments. Thank you!</p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span>Please share a comment below if you wish.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span>Know that your comment will only appear after I approve it.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">If you are under 13 years old, please only comment </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br />with a parent or as part of a group with your teacher.</div></div>Amy LVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16625469276544426664noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post-12330645147006603082023-12-22T08:16:00.004-05:002023-12-22T08:32:26.932-05:00Begin with "Somewhere a"<p><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO-SOs_oqOaD5o0Tr6-pUZ2g0or9vO_HbeF7coMP_54EUddk1AnrpVZ8L65uSXFHCtk6DT0n4LytNHezXxwUt5zjQ3pAmSQL3GNzlWtYDxBPRLfuN-bMfTQ5UDxntAdaf6N1MFav6CseG4jtOayz3JdacBq8qwbzL8a-L1ix__taHD5iZYb7QbGZ3-KwU/s1959/Solstice%20Cookies.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1959" data-original-width="1959" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO-SOs_oqOaD5o0Tr6-pUZ2g0or9vO_HbeF7coMP_54EUddk1AnrpVZ8L65uSXFHCtk6DT0n4LytNHezXxwUt5zjQ3pAmSQL3GNzlWtYDxBPRLfuN-bMfTQ5UDxntAdaf6N1MFav6CseG4jtOayz3JdacBq8qwbzL8a-L1ix__taHD5iZYb7QbGZ3-KwU/w400-h400/Solstice%20Cookies.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Solstice Sun Gingerbread Cookies</b></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Photo by Amy LV</i></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><br /></i></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIr2yQOH0TUkDFGmoAliUxVIQOh3OjtDYj89CllO_zV3a1zXohyphenhyphenDMejF_OS4TyCGYoYtW8JQqVIBEG7u7vTlRwqQY1bk0yM5y_mAOmCXAhMWrcTwbDu_nocIQV0cW2SRpkl5Tyl1M0ymXCCKec7ipSs-hedE_No2H-g-dZMnbxq_Pxvpd82aRdD6qU0wM/s597/Winter%20Solstice%20Poem.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="597" data-original-width="406" height="599" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIr2yQOH0TUkDFGmoAliUxVIQOh3OjtDYj89CllO_zV3a1zXohyphenhyphenDMejF_OS4TyCGYoYtW8JQqVIBEG7u7vTlRwqQY1bk0yM5y_mAOmCXAhMWrcTwbDu_nocIQV0cW2SRpkl5Tyl1M0ymXCCKec7ipSs-hedE_No2H-g-dZMnbxq_Pxvpd82aRdD6qU0wM/w407-h599/Winter%20Solstice%20Poem.png" width="407" /></a></div><br /><i><br /></i></span></span></span></span></div><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allow="autoplay" frameborder="no" height="166" scrolling="no" src="https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=https%3A//api.soundcloud.com/tracks/1696941798&color=%23073763&auto_play=false&hide_related=false&show_comments=true&show_user=true&show_reposts=false&show_teaser=true" width="100%"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Students - Here where I live in Western New York, yesterday was our shortest day of the year - the Winter Solstice. My family celebrated with a few friends, many candles and a big bonfire, welcoming the return of the sun and thinking together about the new year ahead. Of course today I am thinking about animals, how they too may mark our longest night and this shift in light.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If you wish to take your brain on a little adventure, just write these words on the next page of your notebook:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>Somewhere a</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">You might write it once and see what appears next. You might write it many times, each time completing the sentence with a surprise from your own heart. Then, if you wish, you might choose one of your <i>Somewhere a</i> ideas and let it offer you a poem.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">You can learn a bit more about the Winter Solstice here at <a href="https://www.cbc.ca/kidsnews/post/watch-why-the-winter-solstice-is-the-shortest-day-of-the-year#:~:text=the%20Earth's%20tilt-,The%20winter%20solstice%20is%20the%20shortest%20day%20of%20the%20year,its%20furthest%20from%20the%20sun.">CBC Kids News</a>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span>Jone is hosting</span></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"> this week's <a href="https://www.nowaterriver.com/what-in-the-world-is-poetry-friday/">Poetry Friday</a> over at <a href="https://www.jonerushmacculloch.com/blog/poetry-friday-week-51-winter-solstice-a-day-of-celebrations">Jone Rush MacCulloch</a> with a joyful solstice post.</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"> </span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Each Friday, a</span></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">ll are invited to share poems, poem books, poetry ideas, and friendship in this open and welcoming poetry community.</span><p></p><p><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">I wish you laughter, love, and light as we begin a new year together. See you again here on January 5, 2024!</span></p><div><p>xo,</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Amy</span></p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span>Please share a comment below if you wish.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span>Know that your comment will only appear after I approve it.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">If you are under 13 years old, please only comment </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br />with a parent or as part of a group with your teacher.</div></div>Amy LVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16625469276544426664noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post-59828696865363565472023-12-08T07:41:00.006-05:002023-12-14T20:54:24.314-05:00Stare With Your Heart<div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPIiBGg4ULLd3SkLR2kg2b15LKqElYYhv2HVDw2OX7N4mj629lJlxJqvo-aLxC4PwNMyiLm5ILQHUJNI8s5FVGwKEm1n7TbS_Lc8V9k7ebuy1KPn5-P4VvnpSu8kuxZSuvjGcnCMLsCYMqGGLaPe6sYQucnRL6uscSlqq3Dqq0IYt6aly4GsTTpk9gnYY/s3796/Claude.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3796" data-original-width="1953" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPIiBGg4ULLd3SkLR2kg2b15LKqElYYhv2HVDw2OX7N4mj629lJlxJqvo-aLxC4PwNMyiLm5ILQHUJNI8s5FVGwKEm1n7TbS_Lc8V9k7ebuy1KPn5-P4VvnpSu8kuxZSuvjGcnCMLsCYMqGGLaPe6sYQucnRL6uscSlqq3Dqq0IYt6aly4GsTTpk9gnYY/w236-h458/Claude.jpg" width="236" /></a></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Claude and the Fire</b></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Photo by Amy LV</i></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjLHN5_vru6RGuA_iL7wL75C8HT03HPelfzMuzKEWKZSQd4w8NMbUUSM4hloqiFDJWdKf6OE1i2uzQm3OQXch-LL6_vF-iKdmH1666Op01vGZ6mgmITQorsEmsdeEmpI39sroj6dChOpb_z_qU7MwtB2yrA-FL-CdpVLU4NfQuopRxZP-uEZMfj2OWmfI/s601/In%20the%20Dark%20of%20Morning.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="587" data-original-width="601" height="401" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjLHN5_vru6RGuA_iL7wL75C8HT03HPelfzMuzKEWKZSQd4w8NMbUUSM4hloqiFDJWdKf6OE1i2uzQm3OQXch-LL6_vF-iKdmH1666Op01vGZ6mgmITQorsEmsdeEmpI39sroj6dChOpb_z_qU7MwtB2yrA-FL-CdpVLU4NfQuopRxZP-uEZMfj2OWmfI/w410-h401/In%20the%20Dark%20of%20Morning.png" width="410" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><iframe allow="autoplay" frameborder="no" height="166" scrolling="no" src="https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=https%3A//api.soundcloud.com/tracks/1690788423&color=%23f6b26b&auto_play=false&hide_related=false&show_comments=true&show_user=true&show_reposts=false&show_teaser=true" width="100%"></iframe><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div>Once again, I am thrilled to welcome my faraway friend Gart Westerhout, a musician and English professor who has composed a song for this poem. Enjoy!</div><div><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></span></div><iframe allow="autoplay" frameborder="no" height="166" scrolling="no" src="https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=https%3A//api.soundcloud.com/tracks/1690790460&color=%23f6b26b&auto_play=false&hide_related=false&show_comments=true&show_user=true&show_reposts=false&show_teaser=true" width="100%"></iframe><div><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></span></div>Students - Today's poem focuses on one moment of gratitude for one repeated moment I love on winter days. We heat partially with wood here in snowy Western New York, and all of us cherish the warmth and beauty of a fire, big or small. Even our youngest cat, Claude. This morning I saw him just sitting there staring into the flames, and so I stared at him. And then...I wrote.</span></span></span><div><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">Consider trying this during the week sometime. Look around your life for a small moment that repeats itself, something so normal that you might not even notice it. Stare at the moment. Stare at it with your writing heart. Then...write.<br /></span></span></span></span><p></p><p><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span>Yesterday I was fortunate enough to have meet virtually with the thoughtful fifth grade poets taught by Tricia Pricken and Gail Cordello in Wyckoff, NJ. They have been reading and writing poetry and asked me some thoughtful am still thinking about. I asked their permision to share these questions and the way they arrived at them. Here are the questions:</span></span></span></span></p><div class="gmail_default" style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">1. What is your favorite poem you have written?</span></div><div class="gmail_default" style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div class="gmail_default" style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">2.What inspires you to write your poems?</span></div><div class="gmail_default" style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div class="gmail_default" style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">3. Where do you go to get your ideas for your nature poems?</span></div><div class="gmail_default" style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div class="gmail_default" style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">4. Do you use a notebook to remember your writing? </span></div><div class="gmail_default" style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div class="gmail_default" style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">5. Do you have any tips to make writing poems easier?</span></div><p><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></span></p><div class="gmail_default" style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">6. Is it easier to write a poem with or without rhyming?</span></div><div class="gmail_default" style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div class="gmail_default" style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">This class works in table groups, and earlier in the week, after each of the students had written down a writing question, the tables met to eliminate duplicate questions and to select their table's one favorite question. Their ability to work together in this way resulted in some interesting thinking, and their curiosity made me think about how I would like to ask these same questions of others. You might wish to ask some of these - or other questions - to your writing friends. We can all learn from each other, no matter how old or young we are.</div><div class="gmail_default" style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><br /></div><div class="gmail_default" style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">As it turns out, these fifth grade poets are also big notebook keepers...we had a lot in common. Thank you, notebookers, and thank you Tricia and Gail, for your time and generosity. I would love to be a daily writer in this room! (Thank you, too, writers, for the push to write a non-rhyming poem today. Your questions are affecting me.)</div><p><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><a href="https://patriciajfranz.com/blog-all-i-want-for-christmas-is/">Patricia</a> is hosting</span></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"> this week's <a href="https://www.nowaterriver.com/what-in-the-world-is-poetry-friday/">Poetry Friday</a> with an enchanting Christmas list poem.</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"> </span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Each Friday, a</span></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">ll are invited to share poems, poem books, poetry ideas, and friendship in this open and welcoming poetry community.</span></p><p>Here you can see Claude sitting beside the small Christmas tree I made from my ancestors' old costume jewelry. He looks quite serious, don't you think? </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoaB7MZV4kj6CxfNebhLl50C4sLJM8fCxcUWSPo593EwcVVlQL4vIJjQtWuNR9-bS7c9bWMKVw_WynkVcsTwvNfNQ-ePognb6BVcGu7KPAptuhhEMRuByWgig9ZDB2R7VzkVoksAnt-TpwgbPcqtic-K6pS9VYcGWMKGnCbHCjUwTepIWmN0zLNxDhtO0/s1075/Claude%202.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1075" data-original-width="1075" height="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoaB7MZV4kj6CxfNebhLl50C4sLJM8fCxcUWSPo593EwcVVlQL4vIJjQtWuNR9-bS7c9bWMKVw_WynkVcsTwvNfNQ-ePognb6BVcGu7KPAptuhhEMRuByWgig9ZDB2R7VzkVoksAnt-TpwgbPcqtic-K6pS9VYcGWMKGnCbHCjUwTepIWmN0zLNxDhtO0/w254-h254/Claude%202.jpg" width="254" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Posing Claude</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Photo by Amy LV</i></div><p>I wish you softness and moments of peace...</p><div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"></span></p><p>xo,</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Amy</span></p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span>Please share a comment below if you wish.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span>Know that your comment will only appear after I approve it.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">If you are under 13 years old, please only comment </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">with a parent or as part of a group with your teacher.</div></div></div>Amy LVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16625469276544426664noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post-17838752627592528612023-12-01T06:58:00.006-05:002023-12-01T06:58:49.224-05:00Let Your Heart Be Captured<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Iw07YQhZ0Z8U39po-Se3m_b8JN2_QsC3tFW7n7QsTOqNath4om4dK1AzFJh0kmTahQkqZtfPSTyJTZQPFcCUeziyGtKrge2ahjwrnICTaU0yKtOPBT69-naINwJKiU8ogokUwTi_RZmwwxAMhFzCE5VOjno696vh3pOh1PxUKEwGT40DRA3_k-F1Myw/s2435/White%20Pine.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2435" data-original-width="2435" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Iw07YQhZ0Z8U39po-Se3m_b8JN2_QsC3tFW7n7QsTOqNath4om4dK1AzFJh0kmTahQkqZtfPSTyJTZQPFcCUeziyGtKrge2ahjwrnICTaU0yKtOPBT69-naINwJKiU8ogokUwTi_RZmwwxAMhFzCE5VOjno696vh3pOh1PxUKEwGT40DRA3_k-F1Myw/s320/White%20Pine.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><b>Small White Pine</b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><i>Photo by Amy LV</i></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQDsjzSEfzfymjBq-kWn8Lnv-o9UybOwaCSBeGf8v5EMpHdUNeNpE2jbSDDUebiPk61I4O2gZ50lltiYxampQESss9y7qmm_6YHYNmtTsJ0pYc9yZP3UPzi_mpmcWPKMf9Lr8u-wpOO-CmAmzxOqSe1hsXRBEQewdHMVGptsWT96cHZznfXAHYisGUp-s/s772/Sharing%20Breath.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span>Students - Today I encourage you to find something that captures your heart! This small white pine in our front yard captured my heart yesterday, and so I took its picture as it bravely stood in our first snow of the season.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span>What to do? First, find something to capture your heart. You can do this by going for a little walk anywhere - inside or outside. What matters is the that you look. Look for something to love. Tuck this loved idea into a pocket of your heart, and bring it to your writing place. Then, think about why one of this captured your heart, and write about it. Somehow, today, the idea of quietly sharing breath with a small tree rose to my heart's surface.</span></span></span></span></p><p>Did you notice that I repeat many words in today's poem: snow, silent, quiet, small... Repeated words can provide comfort to readers. I know they do so for me.</p><p><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span>Anastasia <span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">i</span></span></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">s the host of this week's <a href="https://www.nowaterriver.com/what-in-the-world-is-poetry-friday/">Poetry Friday</a> r</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">oundup at <a href="https://anastasiasuen.com/first-snow/">Small Poems</a> with a poem about a first snow coinciding with her first poem sale. </span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Each Friday, a</span></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">ll are invited to share poems, poem books, poetry ideas, and friendship in this open and welcoming poetry community.</span></p><p>I wish you joy...and many heart-capturings...this December!</p><div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"></span></p><p>xo,</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Amy</span></p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span>Please share a comment below if you wish.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span>Know that your comment will only appear after I approve it.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">If you are under 13 years old, please only comment </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">with a parent or as part of a group with your teacher.</div></div>Amy LVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16625469276544426664noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post-76795649847290520272023-11-17T00:02:00.003-05:002023-11-30T21:17:06.618-05:00Go Backward or Forward in Time<p><span style="color: black; 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font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Photo by Amy LV</i></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQrJrGXXzufCA3yveC5xeOrIqbymNcNxqIg8VsaSRkwdFIazQFyecSVUCKajkMGEp-2MMc5yEXfkDc7szjsdm5NL-3B9j825nc45fSi08-kVkvEykr0zjN48hc0ihY4Y3vSkeuSPUU7U8xCnLWcBvMxj-wT7WH-jgvrSoAVvvG1bIPn0fksJT9zIbrSqo/s773/Fifty%20Years%20Later.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="773" data-original-width="437" height="752" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQrJrGXXzufCA3yveC5xeOrIqbymNcNxqIg8VsaSRkwdFIazQFyecSVUCKajkMGEp-2MMc5yEXfkDc7szjsdm5NL-3B9j825nc45fSi08-kVkvEykr0zjN48hc0ihY4Y3vSkeuSPUU7U8xCnLWcBvMxj-wT7WH-jgvrSoAVvvG1bIPn0fksJT9zIbrSqo/w425-h752/Fifty%20Years%20Later.png" width="425" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><iframe allow="autoplay" frameborder="no" height="166" scrolling="no" src="https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=https%3A//api.soundcloud.com/tracks/1666727250&color=%23c9daf8&auto_play=false&hide_related=false&show_comments=true&show_user=true&show_reposts=false&show_teaser=true" width="100%"></iframe><div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Interstate, "Lucida Grande", "Lucida Sans Unicode", "Lucida Sans", Garuda, Verdana, Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; font-weight: 100; line-break: anywhere; overflow: hidden; text-overflow: ellipsis; white-space: nowrap; word-break: normal;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Students - We all know many characters from stories and books. Usually these stories and books take place during one small part of those characters' lives. Today's poem imagines Goldilocks (did you figure out it was her?) as an older woman, thinking about her past, apologizing to Baby Bear...now also an older man. I loved imagining this scene, decades later, back in the cottage. A reckoning. Baby Bear could have thrown her out, made her feel guilty, anything. But today, in today's little poem, he chose to forgive her. Now I am thinking about writing a poem about Baby Bear's later life. Why might he understand the importance of forgiveness so well?</span></div><div><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></span></div>You might wish to try this. Choose a character from a story or book or nursery rhyme or song you know. Now imagine one of those characters at a moment in a different time of their life. What might they do? What might they say? What feelings might they have or need to work through?</span></span></span><div><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">This weekend I am at the National Council of Teachers of English convention and happy to be meeting up with friends old and new. If you are a teacher and also there, please stop to say hi. </span></span></span></div><div><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihmgo1hS3vZ6Jvi-D0ELnhbXWmDX55E4SzjGr7F-eYxXRHk-XKKHPQAwm9naRYFTpDBd8SwisblWI9GLihPO8AihSOCsJ1JPsW64oJx5IPrbrZdjhougR_aI0HVFHSS3IuQHE078q9myuRDOEF6E1vLTMqzzOE-fLEAU7v5PEcMe1U6rP5gn1lJ494Hnw/s1080/Amy%20LV%20at%20NCTE.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihmgo1hS3vZ6Jvi-D0ELnhbXWmDX55E4SzjGr7F-eYxXRHk-XKKHPQAwm9naRYFTpDBd8SwisblWI9GLihPO8AihSOCsJ1JPsW64oJx5IPrbrZdjhougR_aI0HVFHSS3IuQHE078q9myuRDOEF6E1vLTMqzzOE-fLEAU7v5PEcMe1U6rP5gn1lJ494Hnw/s320/Amy%20LV%20at%20NCTE.png" width="320" /></a></div></span></span><p><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span>Irene <span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">i</span></span></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">s the host of this week's <a href="https://www.nowaterriver.com/what-in-the-world-is-poetry-friday/">Poetry Friday</a> r</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">oundup at <a href="https://irenelatham.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-last-poem-poetry-friday-roundup-is.html">Live Your Poem</a> with a love-filled post for a new poetry column spearheaded by David Harrison, a graphic novel for beginning readers by Vikram Madam, and Irene-insight about "the last poem in a collection of poems." </span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Each Friday, a</span></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">ll are invited to share poems, poem books, poetry ideas, and friendship in this open and welcoming poetry community.</span></p><p><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Here's to forgiveness, a gentle value I continue to work on inside of myself...</span></p><div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"></span></p><p>xo,</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Amy</span></p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span>Please share a comment below if you wish.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span>Know that your comment will only appear after I approve it.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">If you are under 13 years old, please only comment </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">with a parent or as part of a group with your teacher.</div></div></div>Amy LVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16625469276544426664noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post-44858685102875055292023-11-03T00:02:00.003-04:002023-11-03T05:54:24.979-04:00Celebrate a Nature First<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; 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text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Students - We had our first snow of the winter this week...and it was such a magical surprise. Even when we know the snow is coming to Western New York, we are still charmed and surprised by the fresh, frolicking flakes. And as always, I found myself amazed and struggling to believe that each flake is unique. But indeed they are...just like each of us!</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Today I share a very short poem celebrating a nature first: first snow. Can you think of some nature firsts, either in your life or in the life of any natural creature or plant or weather or sky object?</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>the first time you saw a certain bird</li><li>the first time you saw a certain (not birdy) animal</li><li>The first time you learned about or recognized a plant or flower or tree</li><li>the first time you had a particular nature adventure</li><li>a first feeling in nature</li><li>a first type of weather in a long time</li><li>the first time an animal did something </li></ul><div>Firsts are worth celebrating, even little firsts, maybe especially little firsts. We are accustomed to celebrating big games and birthdays, but so many of our days are filled with small, magical firsts. Earlier this fall, I was happy to pick up my first red maple leaf of this year, pressing it into my notebook and remembering all of the others I have collected over the years. Remember that you need not write poetry in your own voice. If I were to write about picking up the first red maple leaf, I could write as me...or the leaf...or the tree...or something else. That's where some of the fun is.</div><div><br /></div><div>Regarding line 5 of this poem, did you figure out that the love notes are snowflakes? Poets try to use language in surprising ways, and while I have heard of snow being compared to lace, I have not yet heard of it being compared to small love notes before. They do feel like beautiful love notes to me.</div><div><br /></div><div>If you write a first poem, I would love to read it.</div><div><br /></div><div>In other writing news, I am happy to share that my musician and English professor friend Gart Westerhout has turned another one of my poems into a delightful song with him singing and playing piano. If you would like to hear it, it is part of the post of <a href="http://www.poemfarm.amylv.com/2023/10/write-from-art.html">"Doors," a poem from two weeks ago</a>. So now, that post includes a poem inspired by art that inspired a song. We all do need each other in this world.</div><div><br /></div><div>For part of this week and next, I am fortunate enough to be writing with the primary poets of <a href="https://www.aldenschools.org/Page/8353">Alden Primary School</a> in Alden, NY. Thank you teachers, students, and administrators - I am still thinking about some of the poems I read today.</div></div><p></p><p><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span>Buffy <span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">i</span></span></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">s hosting this week's <a href="https://www.nowaterriver.com/what-in-the-world-is-poetry-friday/">Poetry Friday</a> r</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">oundup at <a href="https://buffysilverman.com/the-flakes-begin-to-fall/">Buffy Silverman</a> with a beautiful poem about a maple leaf's dance recital and a first snow celebration of her latest book, ON A FLAKE FLYING DAY: WATCHING WINTER'S WONDERS. </span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Each Friday, a</span></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">ll are invited to share poems, poem books, poetry ideas, and friendship in this open and welcoming poetry community.</span></p><div><p><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Watch for nature firsts this week remembering that you look for is what you will find... If you write a nature first poem, I would love to read it.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"></span></p><p>xo,</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Amy</span></p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span>Please share a comment below if you wish.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span>Know that your comment will only appear after I approve it.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">If you are under 13 years old, please only comment </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">with a parent or as part of a group with your teacher.</div></div>Amy LVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16625469276544426664noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post-92097736479565511962023-10-27T06:14:00.001-04:002023-10-27T08:19:45.955-04:00Imagine a Conversation<p><span style="color: black; 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text-align: center;"><b>Sumacs</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Photo by Amy LV</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxgYmDTDutQKIGTcDQyRPNExRHJupAWdGOHze6rI-8SpFlX8LjrCEyvsaMnd4R5cA4lt6yaduxewLh0VFbfLRK6x3SZ-tw4c4RVs9PlIcIzrgacLCNR58UQnmxs7eZv-tGOLQcY9vhzS5EPHj4mmpAAUBCsMNxeuyu-n_LuiltfxIBKtqFinb2opYd_qM/s582/Sunset.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="437" data-original-width="582" height="317" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxgYmDTDutQKIGTcDQyRPNExRHJupAWdGOHze6rI-8SpFlX8LjrCEyvsaMnd4R5cA4lt6yaduxewLh0VFbfLRK6x3SZ-tw4c4RVs9PlIcIzrgacLCNR58UQnmxs7eZv-tGOLQcY9vhzS5EPHj4mmpAAUBCsMNxeuyu-n_LuiltfxIBKtqFinb2opYd_qM/w423-h317/Sunset.jpg" width="423" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Sunset</b></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Photo by Georgia VanDerwater</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"></span></span></div><p><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><iframe allow="autoplay" frameborder="no" height="166" scrolling="no" src="https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=https%3A//api.soundcloud.com/tracks/1650576237&color=%23f6b26b&auto_play=false&hide_related=false&show_comments=true&show_user=true&show_reposts=false&show_teaser=true" width="100%"></iframe></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span>Students - Today's poem idea popped into my head sometime over the past few days, probably because the sumacs are so stunningly orange and red and because Halloween is on my mind. Somehow the idea of two orange nature friends dressing up as each other just made me smile.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span>It is playful to invent conversations between people, animals, or objects, and when we do this, we explore new and different writing territories. Consider taking a walk outside. Which two outside beings or objects might you imagine talking with each other? What might they say? Try making a little list and see where it brings you.</span></span></span></span></p><p>Remember, you do not always have to keep your mind on a leash. It is important to let your mind run in the field of ideas or at the idea park...with all of those other ideas.</p><p><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Below is one of my first published poems, many years ago in LADYBUG magazine, and again several years later in BABYBUG. I will never stop feeling thankful for seeing the many different ways that talented illustrators bring my small words to life.</span></p><p><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg4UUpHMMCJ8WBM1ITwTMMd5MAmLFjKJ2TMhK4wKu-KIgW3Fm6vlOFjHJt1b7Io6aE-RuPHa3Z35-CRFkXYRlNlWSyXA0jwuRCLWo8MV6eAVVAN19g0WuMPU1v2Ij2CWRi0XnUTG0xmgH7woHiiUjca1maEJNCfaAb3SXHmIodNagrafIcwr7AacQAPcpA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="528" height="495" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg4UUpHMMCJ8WBM1ITwTMMd5MAmLFjKJ2TMhK4wKu-KIgW3Fm6vlOFjHJt1b7Io6aE-RuPHa3Z35-CRFkXYRlNlWSyXA0jwuRCLWo8MV6eAVVAN19g0WuMPU1v2Ij2CWRi0XnUTG0xmgH7woHiiUjca1maEJNCfaAb3SXHmIodNagrafIcwr7AacQAPcpA=w408-h495" width="408" /></a></span></span></span></span></div><p></p><p><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span>It was again a joy and an honor to visit Wyckoff, NJ this week, to work with wise and kind teachers and to think about writing together. Thank you, Wyckoff friends, for teaching me as always and for the good laughs. See you in January!</span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span>Carol </span><span>i</span></span><span>s hosting this week's <a href="https://www.nowaterriver.com/what-in-the-world-is-poetry-friday/">Poetry Friday</a> r</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;">oundup at <a href="https://theapplesinmyorchard.com/2023/10/26/poetry-friday-bat-poems-a-milestone-birthday-and-final-call-for-ekphrastic-nature-poetry-submissions/">The Apples in My Orchard</a> with a celebration of bats for this International Bat Week. </span>Each Friday, a</span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">ll are invited to share poems, poem books, poetry ideas, and friendship in this open and welcoming poetry community.</span></p><div><p><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Tonight I hope to carve a pumpkin beside a bonfire. I wish cozy to you and yours...</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"></span></p><p>xo,</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Amy</span></p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span>Please share a comment below if you wish.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span>Know that your comment will only appear after I approve it.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">If you are under 13 years old, please only comment </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">with a parent or as part of a group with your teacher.</div></div></div>Amy LVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16625469276544426664noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post-80751643652329735282023-10-20T07:40:00.003-04:002023-11-03T05:52:04.415-04:00Write from Art<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ4NVIg-_a0yYFSd7UFvsBx_xnz1qvQfl2EpjlE_5xQhKFj14Ux7_c-_zkO6S6gHYoKsWhBBucLw7OGVs8ZvDvCI_Y3h5B-rXVsc-UTffG9zfphpr-x4Tv-zykA2O3pUaOczn9CDUloMS6MqUBsM67-z2iR7DJ6cJiOnj_c-SMx4AvB0sRGKEVvfuG438/s4032/Corridor%20in%20the%20Asylum.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="469" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ4NVIg-_a0yYFSd7UFvsBx_xnz1qvQfl2EpjlE_5xQhKFj14Ux7_c-_zkO6S6gHYoKsWhBBucLw7OGVs8ZvDvCI_Y3h5B-rXVsc-UTffG9zfphpr-x4Tv-zykA2O3pUaOczn9CDUloMS6MqUBsM67-z2iR7DJ6cJiOnj_c-SMx4AvB0sRGKEVvfuG438/w352-h469/Corridor%20in%20the%20Asylum.jpg" width="352" /></a></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Corridor in the Asylum</b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>by Vincent van Gogh</i></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; 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font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span></div><iframe allow="autoplay" frameborder="no" height="166" scrolling="no" src="https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=https%3A//api.soundcloud.com/tracks/1645303413&color=%23f1c232&auto_play=false&hide_related=false&show_comments=true&show_user=true&show_reposts=false&show_teaser=true" width="100%"></iframe><div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Interstate, "Lucida Grande", "Lucida Sans Unicode", "Lucida Sans", Garuda, Verdana, Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; font-weight: 100; line-break: anywhere; overflow: hidden; text-overflow: ellipsis; white-space: nowrap; word-break: normal;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Students - Today's poem is, once again, an ekphrastic poem...a poem about art. Over the past two weeks, I have so enjoyed writing with students at Alden Intermediate School in Alden, NY. One of the pieces I selected when writing with fourth graders was this van Gogh hallway above. It clearly made me think about choices and how one choices leads to another and another.</span></div><div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;">Art is a magnificent doorway to writing, and so many things count as art. Look around. Maybe you see wallpaper with an interesting design or a mug with a drawing on it. Perhaps the fiery tree outside your window looks like a statue or your new kitten (you know if I am talking to you!) reminds you of a painting.</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;">We can always have many poems brewing in our minds. I am working on another one inspired by a word J. shared this week - "bright."</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;">Writing this poem, I most enjoyed the rolling repetition of the words <i>doors, doorway, doorknob</i>. I kept reading aloud as I wrote and do highly recommend this.</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;">Update on November 3, 2024 - My musician and English professor friend Gart Westerhout has turned this poem into a song. Below you can hear his composition with him singing and playing piano. So now we see a painting turned into a poem turned into a song!</p><iframe allow="autoplay" frameborder="no" height="166" scrolling="no" src="https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=https%3A//api.soundcloud.com/tracks/1655758245&color=%23f1c232&auto_play=false&hide_related=false&show_comments=true&show_user=true&show_reposts=false&show_teaser=true" width="100%"></iframe><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;">Thank you again to everyone at Alden Intermediate for my warm and welcoming days with you. I very much enjoyed reading your words.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span>Bridget </span><span>i</span></span><span>s hosting this week's Poetry Friday r</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;">oundup today at <a href="https://weewordsforweeones.blogspot.com/2023/10/poetry-friday-dance-party.html">wee words for wee ones</a> a happy birthday celebration! </span>Each Friday, a</span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">ll are invited to share poems, poem books, poetry ideas, and friendship in this open and welcoming poetry community.</span></p><p><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Wishing you interesting hallways and doorways...</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"></span></p><p>xo,</p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Amy</span></p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span>Please share a comment below if you wish.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span>Know that your comment will only appear after I approve it.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">If you are under 13 years old, please only comment </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">with a parent or as part of a group with your teacher.</div></div>Amy LVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16625469276544426664noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post-67605629271773960162023-10-13T07:04:00.004-04:002023-10-13T07:21:14.077-04:00Listen to Your Secret Self<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; 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font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span><b>Mushrooms in Strykersville Cemetery, Strykersville, NY.</b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span><i>Photo by Amy LV</i></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; 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font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Students - I wrote today's poem from a photograph taken earlier in the week, on a walk through a cemetery near my home. And where did this poem come from? I don't know. I have read poems about mushrooms being quiet, and truthfully, this poem just arrived. I wrote a line, read it out loud to myself, and listened to my secret self to know and write the next line. I recommend this. Listen to your secret self as you write. We each have a secret self, and it can be a good friend to us as we create poetry or other art, but secret selves can get lost in the hullabaloo of life if we don't make time for them. (I protect my secret self by giving it quiet time and by not watching violence or spending too much time consuming media.)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">One thing to notice about this poem is its long lines. I considered breaking it up into shorter lines as I often do, considered adding more punctuation. But I decided not to do either of these things, because, as I read the poem aloud, I enjoyed its breathless, quick feeling, as if the speaker is telling the listener an important secret that must be told right away. I rather like how the lines all run together even though I may decide to change this one day in the future. This poem gives a bit of advice, something you might enjoy offering in a poem sometime.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Know this: your poems are yours. You can write them one way today and change them tomorrow if you wish. Your mind is a wide meadow filled with endless surprises, and you may write these poems in whichever way brings you the most joy.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I am happy to share that my friend Gart has once again made music to go with last week's poem. You can hear his joyful voice of Fox <a href="http://www.poemfarm.amylv.com/2023/10/sing-someone-elses-song.html">HERE</a>, as I have added it to the post. Thank you, Gart!</div></span></span><p></p><p><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span>Thank you to the students, teachers, and administration of Alden Intermediate School in Alden, NY for welcoming me to your school so warmly this week. I loved speaking to and writing with the third and fourth grade students and look forward to more time wiht fourth grade and also fifth grade next week. I am still thinking about the student poems I read over the past two days, reminded once again how young people write so deeply, clearly, and honestly.</span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span>Catherine </span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">i</span></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">s hosting this week's Poetry Friday r</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">oundup today at <a href="https://readingtothecore.com/2023/10/12/poetry-friday-the-roundup-is-here-4/">Reading to the Core</a> with a celebration of Irene Latham's newest book, THE MUSEUM ON THE MOON and an original poem to go with it. </span><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Each Friday, a</span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">ll are invited to share poems, poem books, poetry ideas, and friendship in this open and welcoming poetry community.</span></p><p>xo,</p><div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Amy</span></p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span>Please share a comment below if you wish.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span>Know that your comment will only appear after I approve it.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">If you are under 13 years old, please only comment </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">with a parent or as part of a group with your teacher.</div></div>Amy LVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16625469276544426664noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post-66257973140036410822023-10-06T07:42:00.009-04:002023-10-13T07:02:49.201-04:00Sing Someone Else's Song<p><span style="color: black; 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text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Our Blazing Hill</b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Photo by Amy LV</i></span></span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKzSKMxGb611-gZX3621Ua3vuhRP2dBW5RnMYV9YSLrWPPzyENGgW3F0jrXP0ZPnkE31UWEI6lEfYkovRMMfPUws-_w4w10fDnnEL5jydJiIh2O1uXp6JS-T8OHCXvNFWyYnJKQ9sr586unMsr3JMnlGP2UCtFtrtpZk6bkUY1ZFnsiD89m6f2XufLpVE/s588/Fox's%20Song.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="588" data-original-width="502" height="455" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKzSKMxGb611-gZX3621Ua3vuhRP2dBW5RnMYV9YSLrWPPzyENGgW3F0jrXP0ZPnkE31UWEI6lEfYkovRMMfPUws-_w4w10fDnnEL5jydJiIh2O1uXp6JS-T8OHCXvNFWyYnJKQ9sr586unMsr3JMnlGP2UCtFtrtpZk6bkUY1ZFnsiD89m6f2XufLpVE/w388-h455/Fox's%20Song.png" width="388" /></a></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span></div><iframe allow="autoplay" frameborder="no" height="166" scrolling="no" src="https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=https%3A//api.soundcloud.com/tracks/1633825743&color=%23ff9900&auto_play=false&hide_related=false&show_comments=true&show_user=true&show_reposts=false&show_teaser=true" width="100%"></iframe><div><br /></div><div>Some of you may remember my talented friend, musician and English professor Gart Westerhout from his music here last spring. Every once in a while, Gart turns one of my poems into a song, and he did so with this poem. Thank you to Gart who always finds the perfect voice for each of my poems.</div><div><br /></div><iframe allow="autoplay" frameborder="no" height="166" scrolling="no" src="https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=https%3A//api.soundcloud.com/tracks/1639767318&color=%23ff9900&auto_play=false&hide_related=false&show_comments=true&show_user=true&show_reposts=false&show_teaser=true" width="100%"></iframe><div><div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Interstate, "Lucida Grande", "Lucida Sans Unicode", "Lucida Sans", Garuda, Verdana, Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; font-weight: 100; line-break: anywhere; overflow: hidden; text-overflow: ellipsis; white-space: nowrap; word-break: normal;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;">Students - Our hill is exquisite this week! I have been drinking in the colors and bottling it up in my mind for the white and windy winter days ahead. Today's poem grew from me imagining a fox wishing to match its fur to autumn leaves...and this wish becoming true. Tossing and turning in bed last night, I got myself up and scribbled this poem in all of its messy glory. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggC-5FTUIeTGE8Uo-zIxx1ti-3mcyrE4IY-x2YjobB9589odsp468dbE_QM866Ivut7-lbbAfCZM1-CSwcG-LRfaTbPwMlvHlcttmW2BA_J30AVW5ViPbKUh_kZ9koDMK8QzLurwnWyQW77qXDPkjeBzYEOP6RWkeeZIvwQWSe8yziKEZqn4qhMBNglw4/s4032/Draft%20Fall.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="308" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggC-5FTUIeTGE8Uo-zIxx1ti-3mcyrE4IY-x2YjobB9589odsp468dbE_QM866Ivut7-lbbAfCZM1-CSwcG-LRfaTbPwMlvHlcttmW2BA_J30AVW5ViPbKUh_kZ9koDMK8QzLurwnWyQW77qXDPkjeBzYEOP6RWkeeZIvwQWSe8yziKEZqn4qhMBNglw4/w411-h308/Draft%20Fall.jpg" width="411" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Scribbly Draft</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Photo by Amy LV</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">Today I offer you a new writing idea. Write a song. It does not need to have a tune; it can be a poem in another's voice that feels songlike. You might choose an animal or a person or an object. Pretend to be this other and write in this other's voice. I did not intend to write a fox song, but the repetition of "I am Fox. I'm fire." made me think that this felt more song than poem. Try some repetition in your own song if that sounds interesting to you.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">And go for it. Cross out like crazy. Let your poem lead you!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">If you are looking for poems in others' voices, check out master poet Joyce Sidman's <a href="https://bookshop.org/p/books/song-of-the-water-boatman-and-other-pond-poems-beckie-prange/11840258?ean=9780618135479">SONG OF THE WATER BOATMAN</a> or my first book, <a href="https://bookshop.org/p/books/forest-has-a-song-poems-amy-ludwig-vanderwater/11866676?ean=9780618843497">FOREST HAS A SONG</a>.</div><p></p><p><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span>Matt </span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">i</span></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">s hosting this week's Poetry Friday r</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">oundup today at <a href="https://mattforrest.wordpress.com/2023/10/05/poetry-friday-roundup-celebrating-a-bookbirthday-by-taking-a-look-back-at-its-conception/">Radio, Rhythm and Rhyme</a> with a celebration of his latest book. </span><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Each Friday, a</span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">ll are invited to share poems, poem books, poetry ideas, and friendship in this open and welcoming poetry community.</span></p><p>Wishing you song...and a friend like my orange Claude, who looks exactly like this now at 7:41 on this Friday morning.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOo2qD03SAn2btZVyaj2ukn1emCeoFJx-tomtIcuAjXk3dSuLLCkHJiYn7GIe87N28p5DWXR41CUOgDSVlsUUH2EH-nNJU0kLdfn17Qc8v6dWEZIRRGVpWHDZMI_TPvciaIvEsNFdZ8-ubUmzNXNyo84qC-NI5xeDktyuFmRrx00ZLpiHsLc380Y4NzlE/s2252/Claude.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2252" data-original-width="2252" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOo2qD03SAn2btZVyaj2ukn1emCeoFJx-tomtIcuAjXk3dSuLLCkHJiYn7GIe87N28p5DWXR41CUOgDSVlsUUH2EH-nNJU0kLdfn17Qc8v6dWEZIRRGVpWHDZMI_TPvciaIvEsNFdZ8-ubUmzNXNyo84qC-NI5xeDktyuFmRrx00ZLpiHsLc380Y4NzlE/s320/Claude.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Claude, a Sleepy Muse</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Photo by Amy LV</i></div><p>xo,</p><div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Amy</span></p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span>Please share a comment below if you wish.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span>Know that your comment will only appear after I approve it.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">If you are under 13 years old, please only comment </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">with a parent or as part of a group with your teacher.</div></div></div>Amy LVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16625469276544426664noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post-47968363150983493482023-09-29T06:31:00.003-04:002023-10-06T07:19:50.311-04:00Imagine the Words<p><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeeGtENY2qMp3NGNivnHrGys6iyS7g9oRh7JGqj4kptApVoXmQrB50f1IyQWEMfAldx2HgcN2j29EtzF6hC-btz1aqUxv4R9FS6xcPsUw1RtC6ce81YIUMZT7JeGjhxMoouvzS72JaCP49dSUGmIZiiACP_rlYLSWvfrxOkWCvViwAfRYjPVkL_xcvu7U/s4032/Dove%20Martha%20Ann.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeeGtENY2qMp3NGNivnHrGys6iyS7g9oRh7JGqj4kptApVoXmQrB50f1IyQWEMfAldx2HgcN2j29EtzF6hC-btz1aqUxv4R9FS6xcPsUw1RtC6ce81YIUMZT7JeGjhxMoouvzS72JaCP49dSUGmIZiiACP_rlYLSWvfrxOkWCvViwAfRYjPVkL_xcvu7U/s320/Dove%20Martha%20Ann.jpg" width="240" /></a></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Martha</b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Ann </b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Sall</b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Aug. 2, 1933</b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Mar. 12, 1937</b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Gone to be</b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>another angel</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Radford Cemetery, Radford, VA</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Photo by Amy LV</i></div><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUNDwvSzKNm2PEjeXMOeGAzUfuTvBpldHJmMh8ERv0Z_WTp1vaH4NNkfen3Xe2yYKmXXdraMjJbyPyJKd-_RCYKbc5ClbnBWNprdY3FiZwn2Bne6krc2Ll-PnKYqvaKGrBkHlDFP675tRWPAhStMMSAV9nFYSylx534tj9rmyswTD8V87N4mfOZOa9Yek/s4032/Dove%20William.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUNDwvSzKNm2PEjeXMOeGAzUfuTvBpldHJmMh8ERv0Z_WTp1vaH4NNkfen3Xe2yYKmXXdraMjJbyPyJKd-_RCYKbc5ClbnBWNprdY3FiZwn2Bne6krc2Ll-PnKYqvaKGrBkHlDFP675tRWPAhStMMSAV9nFYSylx534tj9rmyswTD8V87N4mfOZOa9Yek/s320/Dove%20William.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Wm. Harless</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Mabry</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Mar. 6, 1936</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>May 30, 1939</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Gone to be</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>an angel</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Radford Cemetery, <span style="font-family: inherit;">Radford, VA</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Photo by Amy LV</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUPPc6FVBpCVG8OmePriv0eSIbQ1LcGMaBz6MODamjB2b9MLOeOUqQHO48gEk1SYLO3lQC6VW7FNmLyoxma3LrnQxDklqN3CK7WmR0Atcr3QpEwF5BlqFWnWXD4CnHH-5880FH8ppmA8IMfW9q348vQlk200vYzZxcTjaFiv5zq5YSi2c8_qY_Y_gKk7o/s661/What%20Her%20Parents%20Asked%20the%20Stonecutter.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="228" data-original-width="661" height="175" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUPPc6FVBpCVG8OmePriv0eSIbQ1LcGMaBz6MODamjB2b9MLOeOUqQHO48gEk1SYLO3lQC6VW7FNmLyoxma3LrnQxDklqN3CK7WmR0Atcr3QpEwF5BlqFWnWXD4CnHH-5880FH8ppmA8IMfW9q348vQlk200vYzZxcTjaFiv5zq5YSi2c8_qY_Y_gKk7o/w510-h175/What%20Her%20Parents%20Asked%20the%20Stonecutter.jpg" width="510" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><iframe allow="autoplay" frameborder="no" height="166" scrolling="no" src="https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=https%3A//api.soundcloud.com/tracks/1628379060&color=%23bfc0f5&auto_play=false&hide_related=false&show_comments=true&show_user=true&show_reposts=false&show_teaser=true" width="100%"></iframe></span></span><p></p><p><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span>And here you can listen to the talented musician and English professor, my friend Gart Westerhout. He has turned this short poem into a lovely and haunting song. I am always grateful and moved when another artist interprets my poems and helps me understand them even more.</span></span></span></p><iframe allow="autoplay" frameborder="no" height="166" scrolling="no" src="https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=https%3A//api.soundcloud.com/tracks/1633819491&color=%23bfc0f5&auto_play=false&hide_related=false&show_comments=true&show_user=true&show_reposts=false&show_teaser=true" width="100%"></iframe><div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Interstate, "Lucida Grande", "Lucida Sans Unicode", "Lucida Sans", Garuda, Verdana, Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; font-weight: 100; line-break: anywhere; overflow: hidden; text-overflow: ellipsis; white-space: nowrap; word-break: normal;"><br /></div><p><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span>Students - I am a taphophile, a person who is interested in graves and cemeteries, and right now I am taking <a href="https://www.atlasobscura.com/experiences/gravestone-reading-online-course">a fabulous class about reading gravestones</a> as well as reading <a href="https://bookshop.org/p/books/a-tomb-with-a-view-the-stories-glories-of-graveyards-peter-ross/17799702">A TOMB WITH A VIEW: THE STORIES & GLORIES OF GRAVEYARDS</a> by Peter Ross. Ross writes, "If the imagination is a muscle, graveyards are a gym. I'd look at the names and wonder. Did John Barnes, Hairdrresser, who died aged sixty-seven in January 1891, ever, in his youth, take comb and scissors to Ebenezer Gentleman, who died at Christmas 1868 and whose crooked stone lies just a step or two away?"</span></span></span></p><p><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZk-ZElyNq3FSYzSVV7HLpdvMvd3ozJMjR_4nj7NPKApfzM4P0HvVAWigbIwXGixoAhgnmXiOVBpNKDOajLjEAisvTjZ4iO_lb1Mi4xuUbHCLoj66YCPaYPuVkL16QMer0okmdJXLG30E10EZf2tLXf1OxMxk9SqaTGjCVmq7lntAGcaoqeb0A1UZOsLc/s477/A%20Tomb%20with%20a%20View.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="477" data-original-width="306" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZk-ZElyNq3FSYzSVV7HLpdvMvd3ozJMjR_4nj7NPKApfzM4P0HvVAWigbIwXGixoAhgnmXiOVBpNKDOajLjEAisvTjZ4iO_lb1Mi4xuUbHCLoj66YCPaYPuVkL16QMer0okmdJXLG30E10EZf2tLXf1OxMxk9SqaTGjCVmq7lntAGcaoqeb0A1UZOsLc/s320/A%20Tomb%20with%20a%20View.jpg" width="205" /></a></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><a href="https://bookshop.org/p/books/a-tomb-with-a-view-the-stories-glories-of-graveyards-peter-ross/17799702">Available through Bookshop.org</a></span></span></span></div><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This week I took a trip to visit our daughter Hope. Among many other things, she and I walked through the West View Cemetery in Radford, VA where I took the photographs of gravestones and wondered about young Martha Ann and William who each died at three years old, both over 80 years ago. In their grief, Martha Ann and William's families had gravestones made, and each family chose a dove, the symbol of ressurrection, innocence, and peace.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Invisible conversations and history swirls all around us. For today's short poem, I simply imagined what these parents might say when talking with a stonecutter. While writing, I was reminded of one poem my Great Aunt Tom copied into one of her notebooks. That poem is in the voice of a parent asking God to brush their daughter's hair a certain way. (When I find this notebook, I will add it here.) This poem is one line from a conversation I imagine between grieving parents and a stonecutter. The title defines the conversation, lets the reader know who is speaking to whom.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Look closely at the words below the dates on each gravestone above. I am wondering something else. Do you think that Martha Ann's parents added the words <i>Gone to be another angel</i> after reading William's stone <i>Gone to be an angel</i>? This part of the carving on Martha Ann's stone does not match the rest of her stone but does match the font on William's stone. Could Martha Ann's parents have seen William's grave and said, "Let's add such angelic words to our daughter's stone." It could be so. Or not. We will never know.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Beneath every gravestone is a story. And most person-made items we see and hold stand on stories too. While we may not know these stories, we can imagine them and write from our imaginings. Walk around in a familiar or unfamiliar place and ask yourself some questions:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>What may have happened here?</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>How was this made?</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>What conversation might have happened around this object?</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>What feelings are held in this thing?</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>Are there hidden words somewhere here?</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>What DON'T I see or know about this object?</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>Is there something invisible happening here?</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>What could the history be?</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div>Write the answers to your questions down. Perhaps one of them will grow into a story or a poem or an essay. Perhaps you will learn something new from something old. If you wish, let your poem be just one snip of conversation as mine is here. </span></span></span><p></p><p>Cemeteries are not scary to me. They are, as many say, like libraries...full of stories and lives gone by.</p><p><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span>Jama </span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">i</span></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">s hosting this week's Poetry Friday r</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">oundup today at <a href="https://jamarattigan.com/2023/09/28/poetry-friday-roundup-is-here-17/">Jama's Alphabet Soup</a> with poems by Scottish poet Helena Nelson. </span><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Each Friday, a</span><span style="font-family: inherit; white-space-collapse: preserve;">ll are invited to share poems, poem books, poetry ideas, and friendship in this open and welcoming poetry community.</span></p><p>This week, my hope for you is that something invisible will show itself to you.</p><p>xo,</p><div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Amy</span></p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span>Please share a comment below if you wish.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span>Know that your comment will only appear after I approve it.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">If you are under 13 years old, please only comment </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">with a parent or as part of a group with your teacher.</div></div>Amy LVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16625469276544426664noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post-79852623586390597492023-09-22T08:03:00.003-04:002023-09-22T08:03:49.880-04:00Reflections On...<p><span style="color: black; 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text-align: center;"><b>Tulip Bulbs, Grape Hyacinth Bulbs, Early Snow Glories Bulbs</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Photo by Amy LV</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjths_iKCRuAhC3qm5lnvoNHC59SAX9b5gZ2-ap3u0jU_v3bwQW5r69-2gFcMBNp9h2KGTPGDkukmwJc_pa20kAleotICFZzem5YSyeYa_Qd_wiSieyC35UzS5CSI4kcyGxksBXHre7K8uJo9Un45NCkjh3DlJnvNO7zlovRUUHX5ffQ8NFJ75iG9XcI44/s685/Reflections%20on%20a%20Flower%20Bulb.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="685" data-original-width="553" height="569" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjths_iKCRuAhC3qm5lnvoNHC59SAX9b5gZ2-ap3u0jU_v3bwQW5r69-2gFcMBNp9h2KGTPGDkukmwJc_pa20kAleotICFZzem5YSyeYa_Qd_wiSieyC35UzS5CSI4kcyGxksBXHre7K8uJo9Un45NCkjh3DlJnvNO7zlovRUUHX5ffQ8NFJ75iG9XcI44/w459-h569/Reflections%20on%20a%20Flower%20Bulb.jpg" width="459" /></a></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><iframe allow="autoplay" frameborder="no" height="166" scrolling="no" src="https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=https%3A//api.soundcloud.com/tracks/1622638944&color=%23ffd966&auto_play=false&hide_related=false&show_comments=true&show_user=true&show_reposts=false&show_teaser=true" width="100%"></iframe><div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Interstate, "Lucida Grande", "Lucida Sans Unicode", "Lucida Sans", Garuda, Verdana, Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; font-weight: 100; line-break: anywhere; overflow: hidden; text-overflow: ellipsis; white-space: nowrap; word-break: normal;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Students - This weekend you will find me planting flower bulbs! And so...today's poem is about something that always enchants me: the way that a bulb or seed knows just how and what to become. As seeds grow into flowers and vegetables and fruits and trees...so too do we begin small and become big and new as we grow. But how does this all happen? Well, it is science...but I also find magic in this. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">A box of bulbs (photo above) arrived at my house a few days ago, and I allowed this object to inspire a poem. A poem about a bulb. You may wish to try this sometime. Simply choose an object, an object that interest you for some reason or not. Allow yourself to think about it, to imagine it in the past or future or to question how it works or what it means to you or what it means to somebody else. Reflect. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">When I was a little girl, my family owned this book you see below, and I would often dip into it. I remember one poem especially. In "Apartment House," Gerald Raftery compares an apartment building to "a filing cabinet of human lives." I remember thinking what a perfect metaphor this was (though I likely did not know that word) and read this book often. I encourage you to find a poem book that can become a friend to you, for many years later, the voices of this book still echo in the hallways of my heart. And I think today's title came from the title of this old friend too. What we read stays with us.</span></span></div><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg1A3QNlD-sPUkT-pBT1bdod1rAB80T1fUC8pJPIActbwodSfMSKqkYamucAZDzuiif3BX5KT2-HHwZA_qGtBsh2ZTxBiGkjfav2cyGMd9ZG8pDlVvqy6FnG8GvCKkr22W3TuiBghmbG6rP2-oPSHth9ydc3_89FJKkFqA9MYzHn3_DxOz9M_hXM8pp51U" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="466" data-original-width="347" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg1A3QNlD-sPUkT-pBT1bdod1rAB80T1fUC8pJPIActbwodSfMSKqkYamucAZDzuiif3BX5KT2-HHwZA_qGtBsh2ZTxBiGkjfav2cyGMd9ZG8pDlVvqy6FnG8GvCKkr22W3TuiBghmbG6rP2-oPSHth9ydc3_89FJKkFqA9MYzHn3_DxOz9M_hXM8pp51U=w199-h266" width="199" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://bookshop.org/p/books/reflections-on-a-gift-of-watermelon-pickle-stephen-dunning/10313360">Available through Bookshop.org</a></div></span></span><div><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">If you wish to write about objects, consider having everyone in class bring a different, non-electronic object to class in a small brown paper bag. Each person choose a bag, peek inside, and reflect upon that object. Draw it if that helps you think. Then write. Talk about the approaches you take to your writing. We can all learn from each other. If you do try this, please let me know! I would love to hear about it, to read your poems and maybe even see some pictures.</span></span><p><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span>Carol </span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">i</span></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">s hosting this week's Poetry Friday r</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">oundup today at <a href="https://beyondliteracylink.blogspot.com/2023/09/destination-summers-end.html">Beyond Literacy Link</a> with a celebration of summer's end and fall's beginning. </span><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Each Friday, a</span><span style="font-family: inherit; white-space-collapse: preserve;">ll are invited to share poems, poem books, poetry ideas, and friendship in this open and welcoming poetry community.</span></p><p>Writing slows us down. I send you some slow wishes for the weekend ahead, friends.</p><p>xo,</p><div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Amy</span></p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span>Please share a comment below if you wish.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span>Know that your comment will only appear after I approve it.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">If you are under 13 years old, please only comment </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">with a parent or as part of a group with your teacher.</div></div></div>Amy LVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16625469276544426664noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post-41092995132906216982023-09-15T00:02:00.009-04:002023-09-15T00:02:00.142-04:00Wishes & Fires & Sharing<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnYO_9i0bZQ_00KaY-ggLH82bp2K-NKvcYLXWVjEJ0PwsGeht38Kf5I9Jdsfl7s6Vccy3Fo42HiVciy4-vt35WbB8MkGaEhi5O57KDFLsXv1cuJ1jRYj4AFO7L5YCn6ePBHXPzj64d68LumOnTRjWhmOBGNy8L_mfgWOKJxuc8PFVhOAJ9q1As_IExx10/s2742/Fire.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2742" data-original-width="2742" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnYO_9i0bZQ_00KaY-ggLH82bp2K-NKvcYLXWVjEJ0PwsGeht38Kf5I9Jdsfl7s6Vccy3Fo42HiVciy4-vt35WbB8MkGaEhi5O57KDFLsXv1cuJ1jRYj4AFO7L5YCn6ePBHXPzj64d68LumOnTRjWhmOBGNy8L_mfgWOKJxuc8PFVhOAJ9q1As_IExx10/s320/Fire.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Tabletop Fire for Writing Time</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Photo by Amy LV</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAe-IY9xHI0luES0iHJMuV83MpO7Je1h-JS1XJ0YxKL0qbj0-bWJpd3cPbATDd_IN0Y2Ynf1xSOBz68pZtvnMMBCH05nisb7zCV5fdEo1ih_14zvosTN_mFcsTGW35zqT_-iAWPeRLAodGRYgP_3QVTI95PdPyAwpXtLDIifcXRLmkVYVzHwo20Z-MutE/s795/One%20Warm%20Wish.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="651" data-original-width="795" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAe-IY9xHI0luES0iHJMuV83MpO7Je1h-JS1XJ0YxKL0qbj0-bWJpd3cPbATDd_IN0Y2Ynf1xSOBz68pZtvnMMBCH05nisb7zCV5fdEo1ih_14zvosTN_mFcsTGW35zqT_-iAWPeRLAodGRYgP_3QVTI95PdPyAwpXtLDIifcXRLmkVYVzHwo20Z-MutE/w518-h424/One%20Warm%20Wish.jpg" width="518" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><iframe allow="autoplay" frameborder="no" height="166" scrolling="no" src="https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=https%3A//api.soundcloud.com/tracks/1616782665&color=%23f6b26b&auto_play=false&hide_related=false&show_comments=true&show_user=true&show_reposts=false&show_teaser=true" width="100%"></iframe><p><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span>Students - It is a coincidence that <a href="http://www.poemfarm.amylv.com/2023/09/give-some-writing-advice.html">last week's poem</a> begins with "You asked..." and this week's begins with "You ask..." Perhaps I am thinking a lot about wishes these days? I invite you to do the same.</span></span></span></p><p>This poem grew from my love of fall, my love of staring at fires, and my love of seeing how one thing (wood) changes to another (flame, ask, smoke, heat). </p><p><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span>It also grew from the meter of a different poem, "Faults" by Sara Teasdale. It begins:</span></span></span></p><p><i>They came to tell your faults to me,</i></p><p><i>They named them over one by one;</i></p><p>Read the rest of the (six line) poem <a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46010/faults">HERE</a>.</p><p>Each line of Teasdale's poem has 8 syllables, and the rhyme scheme is ABBCAC, which means that line 1 (A) rhymes with the line 5, line 2 (B rhyme) rhymes with line 3. And line 4 (C) rhymes with line 6. I began with keeping her strict meter but then veered off toward the end...on purpose. While I am able to continue such a tight rhyme, I wanted a little of a drifty imagining feeling, just dreaming of those old oaks.</p><p>Go ahead and borrow something from another writer this week. Maybe borrow from me who borrowed from Sara and write a six line poem with 8 syllables in all or most lines. Or maybe read something by a different writer and borrow a way to repeat or a way to find a topic or a way to end your poem. Remember, borrowing is not stealing. I never copy others' poems and call them my own. But I DO notice their writing techniques and borrow those. This is one way to learn to write.</p><p>If you would like to enjoy a fire with me...here you go. I wrote by its light.</p><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/YqoswvJ5zgQ?si=-5Oqlp2Ja860kFnd" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div><p><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span>Rose </span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">i</span></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">s hosting this week's Poetry Friday r</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">oundup today at <a href="https://imaginethepossibilities.blog/2023/09/14/poetry-friday-speaking-of-fall/">Imagine the Possibilities</a> with a neat reverso about fall. This is a form that, to be honest, scares me a little bit, and I admire what she has done with it!</span><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"> Each Friday, a</span><span style="font-family: inherit; white-space-collapse: preserve;">ll are invited to share poems, poem books, poetry ideas, and friendship in this open and welcoming poetry community.</span></p><p>Warm and cozy, toasty and crackly wishes to you, my friends....</p><p>xo,</p><div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Amy</span></p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span>Please share a comment below if you wish.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span>Know that your comment will only appear after I approve it.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">If you are under 13 years old, please only comment </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">with a parent or as part of a group with your teacher.</div></div>Amy LVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16625469276544426664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post-17944064484773342062023-09-08T00:02:00.001-04:002023-09-08T00:02:00.147-04:00Give Some (Writing?) Advice<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiboNAtecq70QMWD6hy54uCQggOKImASEJRGVgrEDwQCHVA9dhjC6MIru9d53XM1yH7Mpws8uGANU4WqQWvKb-kWkEdXDzXCgbo3jVW4YAzJjNpFLfBIWTNDfbKkjnSxoerXr7YFJteLrfpBTkWMjKBGu4NfM8EZzas5fRD6hRgViJUDh-_JLndX27wJw4" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="97" data-original-width="144" height="117" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiboNAtecq70QMWD6hy54uCQggOKImASEJRGVgrEDwQCHVA9dhjC6MIru9d53XM1yH7Mpws8uGANU4WqQWvKb-kWkEdXDzXCgbo3jVW4YAzJjNpFLfBIWTNDfbKkjnSxoerXr7YFJteLrfpBTkWMjKBGu4NfM8EZzas5fRD6hRgViJUDh-_JLndX27wJw4=w173-h117" width="173" /></a></div><br />Hello friends! I am the grateful host of this Poetry Friday. Please scroll to the bottom of this post to visit all of the different people sharing poems and poemlove and fellowship today.<div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7YwrcNglQzm_UNGZYTY9bjjJ6bL_bw-Zq7pEWjnZU1TkJaaiy5Vqk4srZF4bEGRMZEEO_L9Zze_tmdf90zpSbDdqOZG7gKDHPJYTmyXFTvPe8xfZ7X3bBpjyiVM0d2K9m9d_YndKyQrSfuAsZUIjMlZ0KoU2LQ99kkm1aiqRAv80t0isI7oHlzsLaKqQ/s1442/20230906_165022%20(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1442" data-original-width="1442" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7YwrcNglQzm_UNGZYTY9bjjJ6bL_bw-Zq7pEWjnZU1TkJaaiy5Vqk4srZF4bEGRMZEEO_L9Zze_tmdf90zpSbDdqOZG7gKDHPJYTmyXFTvPe8xfZ7X3bBpjyiVM0d2K9m9d_YndKyQrSfuAsZUIjMlZ0KoU2LQ99kkm1aiqRAv80t0isI7oHlzsLaKqQ/s320/20230906_165022%20(1).jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>A Few Stones</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Photo by Amy LV</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>In many places, it is the start of a new school year, and as I believe that writing poetry is a fabulous way to begin a new year and a beautiful way to get to know people, this poem is for all of you new poem writers.<br /><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Bnj899CL9znB02LGNV2f-klPgKoBqPI7LSlM4cApuvYfwa5S6qGDtYK-Q8WT2l1zU_3Ejc9uxDK3u9m_vqaf8AbwUrwbQU9NJSUCkyGYRyTwB-Ss5LA3yTnL82W900jBh5AwI7GT5l1k4EYsOXjTZ-aU3gwmu1nAYDCjQrgHaaEq61WEbiBp86Ph-h4/s708/You%20Asked%20How%20to%20Write%20a%20Poem.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="646" data-original-width="708" height="447" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Bnj899CL9znB02LGNV2f-klPgKoBqPI7LSlM4cApuvYfwa5S6qGDtYK-Q8WT2l1zU_3Ejc9uxDK3u9m_vqaf8AbwUrwbQU9NJSUCkyGYRyTwB-Ss5LA3yTnL82W900jBh5AwI7GT5l1k4EYsOXjTZ-aU3gwmu1nAYDCjQrgHaaEq61WEbiBp86Ph-h4/w490-h447/You%20Asked%20How%20to%20Write%20a%20Poem.jpg" width="490" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><iframe allow="autoplay" frameborder="no" height="166" scrolling="no" src="https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=https%3A//api.soundcloud.com/tracks/1611173415&color=%23dac3f5&auto_play=false&hide_related=false&show_comments=true&show_user=true&show_reposts=false&show_teaser=true" width="100%"></iframe><div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Interstate, "Lucida Grande", "Lucida Sans Unicode", "Lucida Sans", Garuda, Verdana, Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; font-weight: 100; line-break: anywhere; overflow: hidden; text-overflow: ellipsis; white-space: nowrap; word-break: normal;"><br /></div><div>Students - If you are in a place that is just starting school, happy new school year! If you have been in school for a while, happy day just the same! Today I am thinking about beginnings and doing new things, including making new kinds of writing. Each time I take too much time off or place too much distance between me and writing, it feels new again. This is good...and also difficult. For me, it is often trickier to start something new than it is to keep going with something already on the move. So writing regularly can be one helpful secret for writers. Then, the approaching-the-page feeling is simply <i>I'm back!</i> rather than <i>What do I do again?</i></div><div><br /></div><div>Today's little poem compares writing to a different activity I love - collecting stones. Truth be told, I also love collecting shells, buttons, pinecones, sea glass, yarn, flowers, old handkerchiefs, and of course words. I do believe that writing a poem is a lot like collecting little treasures and making patterns with them. And while I sometimes get nervous about writing or feel like there is a bag of tricks I do not know, the truth is that writing is collecting and arranging, standing back and rearranging. Writing is making time for the glory of words in all of their shapes and sizes. Writing is a way to figure out what we think and to think about what what we wish to figure out. It is not a mystery, and each of us can do it. But we need to eat. We need to rest. We need to not always be on the go-go-go. Pausing is part of writing. Allow yourself to look out the window, to look down at the pavement and to see the flat stone that is looking up at you. Eat.</div><div><br /></div><div>What will you write this week? Perhaps you, too, will write a poem with a tip or a thought about writing as I did here. Maybe you, too, will think of an interesting "Did you ever...? question to begin a poem. Such an open-ended start could take you into the world of real or into the world of pretend. You may even choose to write a poem with a <i>You Asked... </i>title. Sometimes beginning with any old title gets a writer going, and you one always change a title later once the draft is on its way. Maybe you will compare one thing to a different thing as I have compared picking up and arranging stones to picking up and arranging words. We all learn from each other. If I could read your writing right now, I would learn from you.</div><p>Bloggers - I invite you to add your posts for Poetry Friday below. And if you're new to Poetry Friday, just click the blue button, and you will be able to visit other blogs and add your own if you wish!</p><p><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"></span></p><div class="inlinkz-widget" data-uuid="201e176cf5154e62ae7143d0da6c5d8a" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: #eceff1; border-radius: 7px; color: black; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 30px 0px; orphans: 2; text-align: center; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; width: 667.2px; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">
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font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3PTDci6UumAm0NVbWXRG3J92YTVVOzOIIYXjqwPHpgf3ebWepAvIs0hiGN36oey4aeHDGqKCEHhrmSbopa_aO83oQNhIsMx_CHccZIHWC4DIZvUwH2VKu6boElUgkEx6TnLTY9TlUSuWOWPwAElHfbDfBr-2gFHfudVNZqPEefxWUpCyIqbhi1U_t--0/s3024/20230901_071913%20(1).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="3024" height="338" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3PTDci6UumAm0NVbWXRG3J92YTVVOzOIIYXjqwPHpgf3ebWepAvIs0hiGN36oey4aeHDGqKCEHhrmSbopa_aO83oQNhIsMx_CHccZIHWC4DIZvUwH2VKu6boElUgkEx6TnLTY9TlUSuWOWPwAElHfbDfBr-2gFHfudVNZqPEefxWUpCyIqbhi1U_t--0/w338-h338/20230901_071913%20(1).jpg" width="338" /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span><b>Spruce Trees</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span><i>Photo by Amy LV</i></span></span></div><p></p><p><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Rt-ZHzBAqZ1hsNYdecSW1qZ_utUenRbZge2jNXvuFuVBMn7sY-5tpz1EPBXu1XZKNw3z8dNJ2kf8b41Ekyj0nn7rqu0X28MwaTVY9iBlAI7Y3s-qpJFgfZEp4GE4KBJzyHFn-sfn5cYkIHQ0MFzL2r1bRzeRrmm4vDQiGeXuv8IQMX6kUWWRExqGIHo/s790/Preparation.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="790" data-original-width="360" height="909" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Rt-ZHzBAqZ1hsNYdecSW1qZ_utUenRbZge2jNXvuFuVBMn7sY-5tpz1EPBXu1XZKNw3z8dNJ2kf8b41Ekyj0nn7rqu0X28MwaTVY9iBlAI7Y3s-qpJFgfZEp4GE4KBJzyHFn-sfn5cYkIHQ0MFzL2r1bRzeRrmm4vDQiGeXuv8IQMX6kUWWRExqGIHo/w415-h909/Preparation.jpg" width="415" /></a></span></span></div><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div><br /></div><iframe allow="autoplay" frameborder="no" height="166" scrolling="no" src="https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=https%3A//api.soundcloud.com/tracks/1605918693&color=%23cdf9f9&auto_play=false&hide_related=false&show_comments=true&show_user=true&show_reposts=false&show_teaser=true" width="100%"></iframe><div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Interstate, "Lucida Grande", "Lucida Sans Unicode", "Lucida Sans", Garuda, Verdana, Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; font-weight: 100; line-break: anywhere; overflow: hidden; text-overflow: ellipsis; white-space: nowrap; word-break: normal;"><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">Students - Each season of the year brings us different feasts for our senses, and today's poem celebrates two preparation moments of fall. At this time of year in Western New York, animals are readying for the long winter ahead, and red squirrels are tossing cones from trees to their small stashes below. <a href="https://northernwilds.com/squirrel-middens/">These stashes are called middens</a>, and I will take a photo of one up in our woods and will add it here later this weekend. </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">You watch a (very still) video that I took yesterday, listening for spruce cones falling, </span><a href="https://youtube.com/shorts/GGlfjFTt-qA?feature=shared" style="font-family: inherit;">here on my YouTube channel</a><span style="font-family: inherit;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">Today's free verse poem has two parts: the squirrel part and the mom part. Each part describes a small scene of preparing food for winter, and each includes a sound. And then the ending speaks of what is to come, tying these two preparers (one four legged, one two legged) together.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">Originally I was only going to write about the red squirrel tossing cones, but then I got to thinking how we all ready ourselves for winter in these parts, piling blankets, wearing thick socks, drinking mugs of hot tea, freezing containers of chicken soup. And so, in this way, the red squirrel and the cooking mother are quite alike.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">Which sounds do you notice in this season where you live? In what ways do you, your family, and animals near you prepare for changing seasons? Consider making lists of these things, and you may find a writing idea along the way. If you like, try choosing two items from one of your lists and bringing them together as I have in today's two-part poem.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">I have been readying for winter all summer long, canning all kinds (strawberry, raspberry, blueberry, blackberry peach, and fig) of jam. This week was fig, and it may be my new favorite. I always say that I feel like a squirrel and even wrote an essay about this for our local NPR station back in 2007. It is titled <a href="https://www.wbfo.org/2007-08-21/listener-commentary-once-a-squirrel-always-a-squirrel">Once a Squirrel, Always a Squirrel.</a></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrzThizmsjRkI7Xl4B2dgKAx22vItYN3Y3y9U3uTuh3gxye_9umsGP-4bkwpTBXjWGSwJpRpOi9lyrti-7-C11SKW3ncoAVqIF9M7VmWF7ODDm33j-ct7hV5InP3WQ-RQDZ2RfitwpVUmV7Sevf4xse-cLLs3XTjjX8vCzGBZ9NBpz4XPPSH50KwUUWzI/s2799/20230830_173127.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2799" data-original-width="2799" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrzThizmsjRkI7Xl4B2dgKAx22vItYN3Y3y9U3uTuh3gxye_9umsGP-4bkwpTBXjWGSwJpRpOi9lyrti-7-C11SKW3ncoAVqIF9M7VmWF7ODDm33j-ct7hV5InP3WQ-RQDZ2RfitwpVUmV7Sevf4xse-cLLs3XTjjX8vCzGBZ9NBpz4XPPSH50KwUUWzI/w224-h224/20230830_173127.jpg" width="224" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>I Am a Squirrel Too</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Photo by Amy LV</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">Teacher Friends - Happy New School Year! Please know that Magination Press is giving away 10 copies of my new book, THE SOUND OF KINDNESS. You may enter at <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/giveaway/show/372681-the-sound-of-kindness">GoodReads</a> through Sunday, September 3. This book is also about sounds! </span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggUJWLkAluk7Aauieh9-l8fdgge2-Nq4daYZDhuMnD6PdEIo62d5KQw0PLl9s1_9_WT8RxOAzPN11WqaTNnqWdFdEhpTao5TYqdm3UBy4v8gswYDZzXWUkj2OGMBpxfu1f4izDgNkG37zGxzm22JJzrQDE25xz7QAQ2hok0O28RKINPyOkXA3951x7BEE/s387/Goodreads.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="387" data-original-width="387" height="289" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggUJWLkAluk7Aauieh9-l8fdgge2-Nq4daYZDhuMnD6PdEIo62d5KQw0PLl9s1_9_WT8RxOAzPN11WqaTNnqWdFdEhpTao5TYqdm3UBy4v8gswYDZzXWUkj2OGMBpxfu1f4izDgNkG37zGxzm22JJzrQDE25xz7QAQ2hok0O28RKINPyOkXA3951x7BEE/w289-h289/Goodreads.jpg" width="289" /></a></div></div></span></span><p></p><p><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span>Ramona </span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">i</span></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">s hosting this week's Poetry Friday r</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">oundup today at <a href="https://pleasuresfromthepage.blogspot.com/">Pleasures from the Page</a>. </span><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Each Friday, a</span><span style="font-family: inherit; white-space-collapse: preserve;">ll are invited to share poems, poem books, poetry ideas, and friendship in this open and welcoming poetry community.</span></p><p>xo,</p><div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Amy</span></p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span>Please share a comment below if you wish.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span>Know that your comment will only appear after I approve it.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">If you are under 13 years old, please only comment </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">with a parent or as part of a group with your teacher.</div></div>Amy LVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16625469276544426664noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343349006357324362.post-40950898168309992372023-08-25T08:35:00.005-04:002023-08-25T16:25:41.100-04:00Delight & Wonder & Story<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitzZdcPR5417p4p30QY10Gw8OVo4Id5hX_AKlPDyL2b3obF8Wjj5K7ZcnP2WfTEoYyQhOIsxUEos3qrvRPyLTEQw67PauaQwvx95M8LElnT7UPkQokgHAq33oD2toyTurUAN8dr9Ed4We9lDFCCnLlBKqZ9Q3f63b9lcY22fk4vXAnm-voWqYkZlKZYdU/s3020/Laundry%20Tree.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3020" data-original-width="2611" height="414" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitzZdcPR5417p4p30QY10Gw8OVo4Id5hX_AKlPDyL2b3obF8Wjj5K7ZcnP2WfTEoYyQhOIsxUEos3qrvRPyLTEQw67PauaQwvx95M8LElnT7UPkQokgHAq33oD2toyTurUAN8dr9Ed4We9lDFCCnLlBKqZ9Q3f63b9lcY22fk4vXAnm-voWqYkZlKZYdU/w358-h414/Laundry%20Tree.jpg" width="358" /></a></div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><b>Laundry Tree</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><i>by Amy LV</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs4W2vc_bMJ-vZ2tXbgJ9qMmzfS5slfUYmaBeU35gsARweJPDgzd3EDqamVm41vhCqgqLXigK2TVnhzBzS-4YiOa-Fu88Q_E29ZIcxBGwideUKfegNWJ7c0dr1Q-7KYSIFahNZreLuCWyQUSlcTrAyiHOYIngRMb3cCHWRQDNl8a_nyWw7nesFVYHS5AE/s582/The%20Woman%20and%20the%20Tree.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="582" data-original-width="497" height="493" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs4W2vc_bMJ-vZ2tXbgJ9qMmzfS5slfUYmaBeU35gsARweJPDgzd3EDqamVm41vhCqgqLXigK2TVnhzBzS-4YiOa-Fu88Q_E29ZIcxBGwideUKfegNWJ7c0dr1Q-7KYSIFahNZreLuCWyQUSlcTrAyiHOYIngRMb3cCHWRQDNl8a_nyWw7nesFVYHS5AE/w421-h493/The%20Woman%20and%20the%20Tree.jpg" width="421" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><iframe allow="autoplay" frameborder="no" height="166" scrolling="no" src="https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=https%3A//api.soundcloud.com/tracks/1600928292&color=%2393c47d&auto_play=false&hide_related=false&show_comments=true&show_user=true&show_reposts=false&show_teaser=true" width="100%"></iframe><div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Interstate, "Lucida Grande", "Lucida Sans Unicode", "Lucida Sans", Garuda, Verdana, Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; font-weight: 100; line-break: anywhere; overflow: hidden; text-overflow: ellipsis; white-space: nowrap; word-break: normal;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: left;">Students - Last week I took a long drive, and while passing through a small town, I came across the tree you see above. Honestly, I have not been able to stop thinking about it! There is something delightful in the unexpected, and I did not expect to see an oak tree wearing a rainbow of shirts. I turned my car around, stopped in front of the house, and took the photo. As I drove away, I could see the woman in my rearview mirror, touching the shirts to see if they were dry.</p><p style="text-align: left;">There are many ways to approach a poem when you have a wee idea. With this one, I decided to stand back and keep myself out of the poem. I read something this week about poems that do not use the words <i>I</i> or <i>me </i>and began there.</p><p style="text-align: left;">You might notice a bit of repetition here. First, I repeat the words <i>the woman</i> and <i>the tree</i> over and over here. This was not necessary. I certainly could have given the woman a name or referred to the tree as <i>Oak</i> or <i>it</i>. I didn't do these things because I love the idea of the woman being mysterious and nameless and any woman and the tree too...somehow by not naming them, it feels to me that they could be any one of us.</p><p style="text-align: left;">And did you wonder why that last line is so short? I played with other, longer lines that kept more with the rest of the poem's rhythm, but in the end, I wanted the end to leave the reader with a short statement of truth. <i>The tree knows.</i> By not including as many words in this last line, I hope to create a pause - a slowing down - in the reading.</p><p style="text-align: left;">This week I encourage you to try this. Look for something delightful or unexpected. (These things are everywhere...we just have to look.) Then, wonder about this thing you saw or otherwise sensed. Make up a story about it. Write all of this down, and see where it leads you.</p><p style="text-align: left;">Thank you to <a href="https://eabookworm.com/">The Bookworm</a> and to everyone who made my little book release party for <a href="https://www.amyludwigvanderwater.com/the-sound-of-kindness">THE SOUND OF KINDNESS</a> so cozy and perfect. I am grateful. Please watch for some giveaways throughout this year of books, speech bubble sticky notes, and special napkins. Kindness parties all around!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8HNdEWdzN5ThsebuirXNWDlz5yOSCR1mxmqMYd4-m8XbE7oniGWiO3hfOSW7OujUK5oJv4gcLPqIrcshjX2h7ajrT1OWbQGzsvWYnHdEQ315Nm35kObHDbWJQ8xYZPQzelSCorJ160kUQ2_2t4iClEDt7jAA2EA-5zjvV_rVVNXPFFjcceHMbVHCrpNM/s1564/IMG_20230816_062452_330.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1564" data-original-width="1564" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8HNdEWdzN5ThsebuirXNWDlz5yOSCR1mxmqMYd4-m8XbE7oniGWiO3hfOSW7OujUK5oJv4gcLPqIrcshjX2h7ajrT1OWbQGzsvWYnHdEQ315Nm35kObHDbWJQ8xYZPQzelSCorJ160kUQ2_2t4iClEDt7jAA2EA-5zjvV_rVVNXPFFjcceHMbVHCrpNM/s320/IMG_20230816_062452_330.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="font-family: inherit;">Book Release Party for THE SOUND OF KINDNESS</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">August 15, 2023</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><i>Photos by Mark LV and Gretchen Oubre</i></span></div><p><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span>Linda </span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">i</span></span><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">s hosting this week's Poetry Friday r</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">oundup today at <a href="https://www.teacherdance.org/2023/08/poetry-friday-end-is-beginning.html">TeacherDance</a> with a magical poem about growing up...and play.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"> Each Friday, a</span><span style="font-family: inherit; white-space-collapse: preserve;">ll are invited to share poems, poem books, poetry ideas, and friendship in this open and welcoming poetry community.</span></p><p>May you find delight and stories in places you least expect!</p><p>xo,</p><div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">Amy</span></p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span>Please share a comment below if you wish.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span>Know that your comment will only appear after I approve it.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">If you are under 13 years old, please only comment </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">with a parent or as part of a group with your teacher.</div></div>Amy LVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16625469276544426664noreply@blogger.com14