6/30 how to recognize home 

How to recognize home

1. They say a week in nature will reset circadian rhythms and that trees speak to each other. I wonder if a tree shivers the same excitement at seeing me that I do when I walk into the shadow of the forest and the cool shade greets me and the earth absorbs my worries? I wonder if the trees in my back yard are too tame and too far from wild trees to whisper how much I need them? Do blades of grass play telephone, telling the woods to call me? I wonder if they are embarrassed for me when I can’t greet them by name?

2. A prairie wildflower, transplanted, she lost her childhood home to flames, victim of a serial arsonist and realized home wasn’t a house.

3. Carigana pods snap in summer heat, raining seeds. Sun bakes. Lake hair.

4. Chinook winds blow but who knew they weren’t warm, just the “snow eater”

5. “Home isn’t a place,” she reassured her mother, nervous about letting go of land, “it’s people. ‘But do carrigana seeds pop where Chinook winds blow?’ she wondered, not having noticed carigana here.. 

7. Home is known as home by how it feels.

**I am participating in #30daysofpoetry, in part to show my students I am a learner, too.

5/30 important

The important thing about libraries is that they are full of stories.

They are places where people meet and learn.

Full of children playing and people hunt-and-peck typing.

The shelves make space for more games and maker items than they used to, but that’s just another way to story.

So, the important thing about libraries is that they are full of stories.
*Inspired by Margaret Wise Brown’s The Important Book

4/30 a poem

A poem is when you read words more with your heart than your mind.

A poem is when you do something you love and you fill with sunshine..

A poem is a long lingering coffee with an old friend who knew you before all the things happened and loves you more because of all the things.

A poem is splashing water on your face before you dive into a cold lake so it won’t be such a shock.

A poem is the quiet before the rest of the house wakes up.

A poem is what a risk looks like on paper.

* Today’s poem inspired by This is a Poem that Heals Fish, which I used to help my students define a poem. I love that they took a risk in learning even though they didn’t all love it, they all tried it on.

2/30 a personal dictionary of obscure emotions

What’s that word for future missing; being in an experience and knowing someday it will fondly remembered and deeply missed? Trees reach dark fingers toward black sky, while snow floats gently down and gathers on your eyelashes as we chat about work, and errands, and other banalities.

* I’m writing 30 poems in 30 days to take a writing risk for my students. Eek… it’s hard.

1/30 Legends

When he was six,

He made a joke and I went along with it

And we laughed and laughed.

Five years later, he still tells the story of how hard we laughed that day.

And that’s how family legends are born.

 

*I decided to celebrate poetry month by writing a poem a day for 30 days…Taking a risk to show my students it can be done 🙂

Blue

Padding down the carpeted stairs
In the morning’s blue light

With my six-almost-seven-year-old

To watch him gleefuly draw back the patio curtain and whisper:

We’re not the only ones awake

The neighbours’ windows glow yellow rectangle cutouts

He smiles and leans in to my shoulder

The rising sun dissolves the scene

 

 

* It seems colour has been on my mind these days. This is poem two in what’s turning into a series, I guess. Thanks for bearing with me, dear reader, for using my teacher blog as a writer blog. If I plan to ask my students to try poetry then I should try it, too. I think it’s important for a teacher of writing to be a writer, so I #amwriting