Poetry Friday: More Than Meets the Eye

POETRY FRIDAYThanks to Margaret at Reflections on the Teche for hosting Poetry Friday.

Photos? Poems? Exchange?  Yes, please.  When Margaret put out the call for the “More than Meets the Eye” photo and poem exchange, I signed up.  How exciting to share photos with Tabatha Yeatts.  She sent three fabulous photos to choose from.  I selected the Eastern Gray Squirrel that Tabatha labeled, “I Solemnly Swear.”

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SOL18: Allergies Woe

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Thanks to Two Writing Teachers who every Tuesday provide space for us to share our reflections and slices of life.

The Shadorma is a Spanish style form of poetry with a 3-5-3-3-7-5 syllable pattern

spring allergies woe
coughing and sneezing
tissues spent
ruddy nose
pollen flying through the air
wishing for the rain

©jone rush macculloch

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Poetry Friday: Thumbprint Poems

POETRY FRIDAY

Thanks to Rebecca at Sloth Reads for hosting Poetry Friday.

I attended the last district level library media meeting of the year and actually my career (weird to think about).  It was led by the ever amazing Jennifer La Garde, AKA Library Girl. We have been lucky librarians this year with her in our district once a month as a mentor.  And she’ll be with the group next school year.

So it’s May and Jennifer gets that this is a time to reflect and create.  Her project for us started with reading the book, Alma and How She Got Her Name
By JUANA MARTINEZ-NEALm Illustrated by JUANA MARTINEZ-NEAL, in small groups.

We were guided into thinking about what being a Teacher Librarian means to us which led to the Thumbprint Poetry.
Here is my thumbprint guidelines:

This is the poem I did at the meeting.  It felt reflective with retirement looming ahead.

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It’s kind of an obsessive activity. Today I did one for Michelle Heidenrich Barnes’ DMC.

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Stay tuned, this is a form I’ll return and play with more.

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Wordless Wednesday: Week 20

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SOL18: The Alphabet Days

JRM solThanks to Two Writing Teachers who every Tuesday provide space for us to share our reflections and slives of life.

Last Thursday was the start of what I call the “alphabet days.”  It means we have twenty-six school days left in the year.  Twenty-six days until I retire.  Today is “W” day.  I display a book that begins with that letter.  Today it’s WISHTREE by Katherine Applegate.

I want to find ways to make the days slow down.  Between the BOGO book fair happening in the library, state testing, emotional fifth graders who are also facing a transition, field trips, and teaching thrown it, it seems the time is speeding by us.

Yesterday, I felt I was wearing my crankypants when I taught my first fifth grade class of the week.  After school, I reflected on the scene (I actually told the class I was sorry for being so cranky) and realized how we both at in states of transition.  It made me wonder what do I want each day to be like as school comes to a close.

Do I want it peaceful, happy, in the moment?  Filled with love and knowing I have done enough? (I worry about this excessively).  This morning, when the next fifth-grade class came in, I began class by naming the fact that we both are facing transitions and that I want the next few classes to be filled with joy. Guess what, class went far more smoothly.

 

 

 

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Poetry Friday: Thinking of Mom

POETRY FRIDAY

Thanks to Jama at Jama’s Alphabet Soup for hosting Poetry Friday.

Today I’m featuring the poem that was written to my mom and was published in The Best of  Today’s Little Ditty, V.2.  by Michelle Heidenrich Barnes.

MomMom after she cut off her long hair and dyed it blonde.  One of my favorite photos of her.

French Twist

Mom wore her hair in a French twist.
A practical carefree style for a nurse
who put patients first and fashion last
with her family sandwiched in between.

A practical carefree style for a nurse.
She worked nights while dad worked days
with her family sandwiched in between.
She slept during the day with everyone at school.

She worked nights while dad worked days.
Mom found time for a weekly ritual–
She slept during the day with everyone at school
then drove to the beauty parlor on Main Street.

Mom found time for a weekly ritual.
A tiny treat she afforded herself,
a drive to the beauty parlor on Main Street
to get her hair washed, dried, and set.

A tiny treat she afforded herself,
she who put patients first and fashion last
to get her hair washed, dried, and set.
Mom wore her hair in a French twist.

©jone rush macculloch

This poem actually was drafted in 2007 and based on a Scribblings’ Prompt: Hair.  I was fascinated with the fact that my mother made a dramatic change in her hair when I was about ten years old.

In 2015, I revised the poem again.  And when Ken Nesbitt issues the DMC in October 2016, I decided it needed to be written as a pantoum.

I remember Mom as a hugely generous being who rarely put the attention on herself.  It’s something I strive to do each day.  She’s been gone nineteen years and I miss her still.  Her sense of humor was wicked as well springing surprises on people.  And she made killer peach jam and lemon meringue pie.

 

 

 

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Sunday Solace: Week 19

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