Poem #30 -- With Apologies to Mr. WCW

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This is Just to Say

I have written

the poems

that appeared in 

my life

and which

I've gathered like

plums in a bowl

forgive me

they were delicious

so sweet

so unexpectedly sweet.

©Mary Lee Hahn, 2011

Well. There you have it. Thirty poems in thirty days. 

Thank you, blog readers, for indulging me in this project. For being patient with this shift in our usual blog focus. We'll return to our usual programming next week.

I am relieved to be finished -- I'll gladly let go of the pressure of producing a poem fit for public consumption every single day. And yet...and yet...

Franki said something to me mid-month that has really stuck with me: "Now that you're living like a poet..." That's really what happened this year. Every day I was on the lookout for the words or image or idea that would become that day's poem. It felt very similar to the way I carry my camera with me at all times, looking for the shots that will become my monthly mosaic. It rejuvenated my writer's notebook.

I was going to say that I think this year's poems are better than last year's, but reading back, I think they're just different, not better or worse. Last year I seemed to focus more on forms, finding the words to fit. This year I followed a trail of words, and created or used the form that seemed to fit. I have begun to live like a poet.

Happy National Poetry Month 2011! 

Poem #29 -- Mammogram Twitkus

Luckiest bummer:

cancer found in first mammo...

thirteen years ago.

Thirteen years gone by

and still, test anxiety:

mammography day.

Colonoscopy's

a dream -- you are sedated.

Mammo's a real smash.

©Mary Lee Hahn, 2011

Again today, I urge you to take a minute to read David Elzey's twitkus (Twitter+haikus) from

the first week of poetry month
the second week of poetry month
the third week of poetry month

His twitkus have evolved from blues haikus and Burma Shave haikus into quasi-blues and bummers.

Yesterday's trio of haiku bummers were inspired by @delzey's twitkus, and it didn't take too much encouragement from Tabatha to try some more today. I don't like these three quite as much as yesterday's. They're not as punny. But sometimes you have to write about what's on your mind.

Coincidentally, the roundup for today is at Tabatha's blog, The Opposite of Indifference.

Happy Last Friday of National Poetry Month, but mostly, Happy Friday!

Poem #28 -- Inspired by the #npm #twitkus of @delzey

Take a minute to read David Elzey's twitkus (Twitter+haikus) from

the first week of poetry month
the second week of poetry month
the third week of poetry month

His twitkus have evolved from blues haikus and Burma Shave haikus into quasi-blues and bummers.

He has inspired me to write a trio of haiku bummers.




I went to the bank.
My poetry account's dry.
Need luck to reverse.


Tried to grade math tests.
Fell asleep with pen in hand.
My work multiplies.


It's raining again.
Let's make like the new year and
Wring out this season.




all three ©Mary Lee Hahn, 2011

Poem #27 -- I Want To Be

I want to be a goose.
I want to stand on the roof with my neck stuck out, honking and honking.

I want to be a redwing blackbird.
I want to hold onto the cattail with both feet and sing ko-ka-reeeeee out across the ditch.

I want to be a hawk.
I want to drop like a rock from the wire and land sharp-taloned on a field mouse.

I want to be a nuthatch.
I want to run upside down on the trunk of the big oak searching for insects with my bead eyes.

I want to be a bird.
I want to launch myself into the wind and understand aerodynamics instinctively.

Poem #26 -- Slow Down and Focus

Take off your shoes

And leave behind the stress of the day.

Imitate the instructor's moves; lose yourself with

Careful choreography of movement.

Here is the place, now is the time.

I am one.

©Mary Lee Hahn, 2011

Poem # 25 -- Life, With Poetry Strewn

The poetry of an impromptu

Easter brunch.

The poetry of chickadees toodling.

The poetry of a completed to-do

list.

The poetry of trees in bloom.

The poetry of the world through

a camera lens.

The poetry of Sunday afternoon

at the coffee shop.

Life, with poetry strewn.

©Mary Lee Hahn, 2011

Poem # 24 -- Rain

sog

slog

sprinkles, drips and drops

umbrella, boots and slops

puddling

draining

fog

sog

sloshing

splashing

grey skies threaten

lightening frightens

slog 

sog

fog

rising rivers

chilly shivers

rain

rain

rain

rain

rain

©Mary Lee Hahn, 2011

Poem #23 -- A Pair of Spring Haikus

All of a sudden

dandelions shout with joy.

Yardies...not so much.

Inner city nest

Tricky place to raise your chicks

 But it can be done

Poem #22 and Poetry Friday -- Controversy

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Poetry is an interruption of silence.

Prose is the continuation of noise.

Poetry is a bird.

Prose is a potato.

Flickr Creative Commons Photo by PaKKiTo 

No copyright again today. We'll call this a "found poem." These are Billy Collins' words, spoken at the poetry reading I went to on Wednesday. Since his words/my found poem yesterday sparked some lively discussion, I thought I'd go ahead with another "found poem" that seems to have controversy (pun intended) at its heart.

What pair of metaphors would you propose for poetry and prose? (Obviously, Billy Collins is a leeetle biased towards poetry!!)

The roundup today is at Book Aunt. Happy Friday! Happy Poetry Month! Happy Spring! Happy Easter! Happy Passover! Happy Happy!!!

Poem #21 -- Overheard

WHAT BILLY COLLINS SAID AFTER THE POETRY READING LAST NIGHT

The reason there is so much bad poetry written

is that the tools of poetry are so accessible --

with pencil and paper anyone can write a poem,

unlike, say, playing the saxophone,

which requires the instrument and some lessons.

And who could just go out and start hacking

at a block of marble and make a sculpture on the first try?

The training for writing poetry is in the library.

Reading.

Reading poetry.

Reading deeply.

And you find your voice by 

being jealous of other poets.

By reading other poets.

You write poetry because of 

an urge to emulate,

to imitate.

No copyright on these words, folks, because Billy Collins said them -- I just wrote them down. What he said about bad poetry...ouch. I feel like a poser with this "tra-la-la, I'll write a poem a day" project. And yet, what he said about reading poetry, and the urge to emulate...I do that! I have nearly every book of poetry he's published, plus one long and two short shelves of other poetry books (not to mention Amy LV's The Poem Farm, the weekly impromptu anthology known as Poetry Friday, and The Writer's Almanac). 

Billy Collins has a new book of poetry, published just this month:

Horoscopes for the Dead

And now I have a whole new slew of favorite Collins poems, such as the five-liner that made the crowd burst into laughter, the one that riffs off a comment overheard in a restaurant ("I was like give me a break"), the one about having a hangover and listening to kids playing Marco Polo, the poem about memorizing a poem. 

Poem #20 -- Happy Birthday, Franki !!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, FRANKI !!

We're the cupcakes,

You're the frosting.

You're the sprinkles on the top!

We're the shelves,

You're the books.

You could practically be the shop!

You're the fulcrum

of our balance.

You remind us to stay sane!

You're the laughter

that brightens our days.

A toast to you, with poetic champagne!

©Mary Lee Hahn, 2011

I hope you'll add your birthday wishes to Franki in the comments! Help me celebrate a fabulous blogging partner, a good friend, and a dynamic teacher/librarian. Three cheers for Franki !!!

Poem #19 -- Life

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LIFE

the price of gasoline

pistachio ice cream

colonoscopies

bunches of daisies

stages of cancer

a friend with the answer

haze in the sky

pecan pie

graffiti

confetti

©Mary Lee Hahn, 2011

Poem #18 -- To Educate

TO EDUCATE IS TO FUNAMBULATE*

My students are the
absorbate
for all that I
communicate.

All day long I
motivate,
they
concentrate,
we
collaborate.

For some I must
abbreviate,
for others I
accelerate.

On my best days I
fascinate and
motivate.

On the other days I
hesitate
dubiate**
cogitate

then

reinvigorate,
regenerate.

©Mary Lee Hahn, 2011





*Funambulate -- to walk or dance on a tight rope.

**dubiate -- to doubt

POETRY PICNIC!

This week in the library, we are having a POETRY PICNIC! There is no food at this picnic, but we are just getting a taste of poetry. The library is set up to look like a picnic and there are about 20 places that kids can choose from--places to try things having to do with poetry. My big goal is to get kids' hands on different types of poetry books and to give them time to explore poetry with friends. Classes come to the library every 4 days and we'll keep the picnic set up for 2 rotations. The library is set up so that students can be independent--with directions at each station inviting them to try some things. Many of the tables are set up with a certain type of poetry for kids to read together or on their own. Below are some of the things kids can choose from:


LIST POETRY
At this table, students can read poems from Georgia Heard's book FALLING DOWN THE PAGE. I have also included skinny strips of paper and pencils at this table so kids can try their own list poetry writing.

POETRY TAG ON THE KINDLE
I love the POETRY TAG TIME kindle book that Mary Lee told me about. Several children's poets got together to play poetry tag and write poetry. One poet began and tagged another. The next poet writes a poem that is connected in some way and tags someone else. Most of our kids don't have any experience with ebook readers so just putting this out to play with has been good.


POETRY ON THE IPODS
I have several song and poetry apps on the ipods. TALES2GO has a poem that kids can listen to. DUCK DUCK MOOSE has several songs, and I just discovered POET KIDS which is like magnetic poetry on the ipod.


POETRY PLACE MATS
I gathered many food poems and food poetry books. At this table, kids can read poems about food and make a place mat. After weaving the place mat, kids then add some food poems to the place mat. Some books at this table are WHAT'S ON THE MENU?, EATS and FRANKENSTEIN MAKES A SANDWICH.


ORIGAMI POETRY
FOLD ME A POEM by Kristine O'Connell George has always been popular in our library. I found directions for making the dog in the book on George's website. At this table, kids can read the poems and make the dog or other items from the book.


SHAPE POEMS
Many kids have never taken the time to look at the great shape poems in books such as DOODLE DANDIES. This table is full of those. I may introduce TAGXEDO this week so that kids can create their own shape poems with this tool.


SONGS
This table includes many song books. A new favorite is IF YOU'RE HOPPY AND YOU KNOW IT. Alan Katz's books such as TAKE ME OUT OF THE BATHTUB are also popular. Kids are having a ball finding the accompanying songs on the Internet and playing clapping games with others (such as MISS MARY MACK).

FUN WITH WORDS
One table celebrates playing with words. Included are games such as Bananagrams and Hinky Pinky and books. The books invite kids to play with words in a variety of ways. Some of the favorites are ANIMAL SOUP, MOM AND DAD ARE PALINDROMES and 13 WORDS.

POETRY SPLATTER ON THE SMARTBOARD
I found POETRY SPLATTER on RIF's website. (Thanks, Carol!)  I put this up on the Smartboard and kids are having fun dragging over words to create their own poems.

POETRY WITH FRIENDS 
This table has lots of fun poetry books to read with friends.  The YOU READ TO ME series as well as JOYFUL NOISE are part of this table for kids to read together.

POETRY WEBSITES
Computers are set up for students to explore websites such as GIGGLE POETRY, POETRY4KIDS, and Shel Silverstein's website.

LEMONADE
This table only houses the new poetry book LEMONADE, some magnetic letters, pencils and paper. Students can read and enjoy the poems and also try some of their own scrambled poetry here.

Other spaces include pillows for reading poems by favorite poets, a table with Acrostic and Haiku and a space to try Poetry Riddles.

We are all looking forward to a fun week of poetry!

Poem #17 -- Book Spine Poem, Poetry Edition

To My Daughter With Love:

No Roof But Sky;

From This Soil,

For the New Year:

Tickets for a Prayer Wheel.

Nurture

Sweet and Bitter Bark --

Our Ground Time Here Will Be Brief.

©Mary Lee Hahn, 2011

Poem #16 -- Two Haiku

Empty nests are caught

in the budding skeleton

of the maple tree.

First leaves interrupt

the criss-cross calligraphy

of the bare branches.

©Mary Lee Hahn, 2011

Poem #15 and Poetry Friday -- I'm Your Mom

Flickr Creative Commons Photo "Mother Hen and Chicks" by Frances Taylor

I'M YOUR MOM

I'm your mom when you're in school.
I mom you sharply when you're cruel.
I mom you gently when you're hurt.
I mom the buttons on your shirt!

(I mom the music teacher's tie.)
I always mom you when you cry.
(I mom the plants on the windowsill.)
I mom you when you're feeling ill.

I'll never be your mom at home.
I'll never see what you'll become.
I'll never tuck you into bed,
Never hold your feverish head.

But I'm your mom when you're in school
And I'll mom you into shape with rules
Because I love you like you're mine...
I hope your real mom doesn't mind!


©Mary Lee Hahn, 2011



The first two lines of this poem came to me while I was brushing my teeth yesterday. Luckily, I took the time to write them down so the poem wasn't lost!

Our fourth graders had their spring concert this week, and the boys looked so nice in shirts with buttons! Unfortunately, that meant that one shirt got buttoned lopsidedly. So I really did "mom the buttons" on a shirt! The music teacher's tie was peeking out from under the back of his collar, so I really did "mom the music teacher's tie."  On Wednesday, our garden club planted giant sunflower seeds, birdhouse gourds, and pumpkins in cups that are now sitting on classroom windowsills throughout the school. The ones in my room join the ancient geraniums that live in my classroom during the winter. Again, I really do "mom the plants on the windowsill!"

The thing that delights me most about this poem is using mom as a verb. Perfect, no?  :-)

Diane has the Poetry Friday Roundup at Random Noodling today. Take your noodle over to her blog and check out this week's offerings. Happy Poetry Month!

Poem #14 -- Lost and Found

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LOST AND FOUND

I look behind the sofa,

I gape under the car,

I gaze out in the garden,

But my poem isn't there.

I open all the junkmail,

I snoop behind the door,

I check last Sunday's paper,

There's no poem anywhere.

I scan inside the cupboards,

I peer atop the fridge,

I peek into my closet,

But my poem's out of sight.

I glance down at my paper,

I read between the lines,

Find the moral of the story:

Set pencil free and it will write!

©Mary Lee Hahn, 2011

Poem #13 -- A Message to My Critic

IT'S MY POEM

I wrote it.
You read it.
You like it
Or not.

If not
Then you leave it.
But don't you rewrite it.

They're my words.
I chose them.
I wrote it.
I lived it.

You leave it
Alone.

©Mary Lee Hahn, 2011

Poem #12 -- Between Rain Showers

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BETWEEN RAIN SHOWERS

The boy in the yellow slicker
riding his tricycle
up and down the driveway across the alley
stops to watch the old woman bend
carefully all the way down
until her face is next to the ground,
next to the hyacinths still wet with rain.
He studies her without moving, and he
cannot imagine the scent
of the stalk of waxy blooms.
The troubles of her day dissolve.
She catches his eye when she stands up,
and she returns his serious gaze.

©Mary Lee Hahn, 2011