Poetry Friday Anthology: Celebrations
It’s Tuesday and time for a slice. To read more, go to Two Writing Teachers.
Monday night was my monthly meeting with my writing group. We didn’t plan it for it to be on the night of a historic happening. But I am glad I was sitting with four others and reading five pieces of writing.
It was a terrific evening. We had a new person join our group. We had great food always and we laughed.
For me, bringing my latest revision to the group showed that I was on the right track. I have been struggling with my manuscript of late. Something clicked on an idea and a poem structure and the feedback was positive. Which caused me to do a happy dance. Of course, I was sort of sad that I couldn’t stay home today to write. Because I want to keep it going.
Writing group is always for the win.
Thank you Catherine at Reading to the Core for hosting Poetry Friday.
Last week, I wrote a septercet in response to a challenge by Michelle at Today’s Little Ditty.
A septercet invented by Jane Yolen is comprised of verses.
Each one (as many verses as you want) needs to have three lines, each with seven syllables. It can be rhymed or not.
early mornings crisp and cool
smoke curls rising from chimneys
fog gives way to noon day sun
orange pumpkins on the vines
round globes scattered in the field
flocks of geese wing their way south
children running on the path
with the crunch of fallen leaves
autumn is whispering here
©jone rush macculloch, 2016
It’s Tuesday and time to share a slice. More slices can be found at Two Writing Teachers.
The days are growing shorter.
The smell of fall hits my nose in the morning.
The coolness of morning and mid day warmth.
Wanting to stay up late and knowing I have to rise early for school.
Technology changes like shifting sands.
Wearing socks in the evening has returned.
The scent of cinnamon and cloves linger.
Soon we can have a fire in the fireplace.
Find out more about Poetry Friday HERE.
Write a poem in which reading and or writing is featured in the form of a septercet, Jane Yolen invented it.
Each verse (as many verses as you want) needs to have three lines, each with seven syllables. It can be rhymed or not.
Library books sit on shelves
Wait for lights off and begin
hushed voices with each other
Conversations in the dark
Whoa, she dogeared my pages.
I felt his tears on THE END.
Forgotten, not been checked out.
A first grader stole a book,
Tucked it under her rag coat.
Blue moon shines through the window.
Library books, gossipers,
Whispering words without sleep.
© Jone Rush MacCulloch, 2016
It’s Tuesday and that means time for a slice. Thanks to Two Writing Teachers for providing a gathering space for us.
My OLW for 2016 has been FOCUS. And yesterday, I found the word popping up in a conversation about life transitions. As in that I am in my “junior” year of teaching and next year will be my “senior” year. (AKA I will retire in 2018). I have a hard time saying the “R” word. It’s much easier to see myself as graduating from teaching.
A friend asked me the first day of school, “How many first days of school have you had?” I laughed, “Fifty-nine and if you count nursery school (preschool in the olden days), sixty-one years.” Holey Moley…wow, just wow. A lot of years in school!
So one way I use the word focus is to consider things I will do after I graduate. I am a writer and a photographer, I will have more time for these endeavors.
I love this quote from Mary Oliver, from her poem, This Summer Day:
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
I think about the Tualatin Wildlife Refuge in need of volunteers. And I plan to sub at my school and only my school. I want to travel when it’s not summer vacation.
Sometimes I wonder if it’s silly to think about this. I mean it’s two years away. But sometimes, like on Sunday, I felt it in my heart area, this sadness around changes at school in which I had a good cry. It helps this is part of the journey I am on at this time.
Soon, I plan to launch a new Facebook Page that will be me as writer and possibly photographer (still in the thinking stage). Another step along the path. Another way for me to focus.