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Friday, January 01, 2021
Poetry Friday -- Inspired By
Thursday, December 10, 2020
Poetry Friday -- Spark!
1985
After the first job,
before the second degree.
Between.
South -- tobacco fields
West -- Navajo Nation
North -- regal mountains
Soundtrack
box of cassette tapes
meadowlark on a fencepost
AM radio
Souvenirs
single finger wave
small town hospitality
sense of direction
1985
After the first job,
before the second degree.
Between.
South -- tobacco fields
West -- Navajo Nation
North -- regal mountains
Soundtrack
box of cassette tapes
meadowlark on a fencepost
AM radio
Souvenirs
single finger wave
small town hospitality
sense of direction
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2020
Thursday, November 26, 2020
Poetry Friday
I joined Spark for the first time. Spark 46, the last round for 2020. A creativity challenged seemed like good way to end this wackadoodle year.
MEANDER (an “In One Word” poem)
Amend
your dream
of reaching that destination. Rename
this aspiration “journey.” Endear
yourself to this dare.
When you find yourself near
fulfillment, read
the landscape, know what you need,
veer toward a new end.
Wandering is a pleasure earned.
Ramble your amen.
Thursday, November 12, 2020
Poetry Friday: Haiku Diary
Dreaming our futures.
Friday, October 23, 2020
Poetry Friday -- Autumn Acrostic
Friday, October 02, 2020
Poetry Friday -- Letting Go and Holding On
Puff
of wish,
globe of stars,
summer snowflake,
granny in the grass.
Some say you are a weed,
but to me you are magic.
Even though I blow you to bits,
you never hold a grudge -- you spread joy.
Mary Lee Hahn, 2020
Friday, September 25, 2020
Poetry Friday: Not Ponderous
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The World Itself is Not Ponderous
Friday, September 04, 2020
Poetry Friday: Dear Candy Corn
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Dear Candy Corn,
Thank you for your jolt of too-much sweetness
at the end of a too-long day
that was packed with too-much
of just about everything.
I have had enough.
One small handful of you,
one day like today.
I have had enough.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2020
Carol has the Poetry Friday roundup this week at Beyond Literacy Link.
Friday, August 28, 2020
Poetry Friday -- Surprise
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heavy humid air
a skunk was surprised nearby
exclamation scent
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2020
This will be the year that I'm almost drowning almost all the time. But I've made a couple of promises to myself. I will write a bit (even if a few words) each day. I will maintain my exercise. Earlier this week, I composed this poem in my head as I walked in the early morning darkness. A two-fer!
Heidi has the Poetry Friday roundup this week at my juicy little universe.
Thursday, August 13, 2020
Poetry Friday: Learning is a Lifelong Journey
Friday, August 07, 2020
Poetry Friday -- Don't Forget to Wear a Helmet
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Thursday, July 23, 2020
Poetry Friday -- Summer of 2020
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Summer of 2020
Happiness is morning light
and -- except for birdsong -- silence.
A book to get lost in,
and a cup of tea to begin
a day soaked by rain.
It will not stay
cool, but at least starts
pleasantly, unmarked
by stress and worry
about all that is unsure.
Hold this moment close.
Capture this fragment of hope.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2020
Margaret has the Poetry Friday roundup this week at Reflections on the Teche.
Friday, July 10, 2020
Poetry Friday -- Fallibility
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FALLIBILITY
I am flawed. I make mistakes. I fail.
Miserably, and in cringe-worthy ways. All
the time. Yet I lift
myself up and flail
away at life, flatly
refusing to give up, refusing to take the bait
of “good enough.” I have the ability
to see the light in my aspirations, so I need to stand tall
and not bail
myself out with an alibi.
I’ll
not be a liability.
I’ll
try
and try
until I fly.
Until we all fly.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2020
Thursday, June 25, 2020
Poetry Friday -- Sand Creek Cottonwoods
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Sand Creek Cottonwoods
Friday, May 08, 2020
Poetry Friday
When
I think
about next
year, I panic.
So much is unknown.
Am I up for the task?
Stop. Breathe. You are not alone.
Learn from others, share when you can.
Breathe. Embrace the possibilities.
Prepare for creativity and joy.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2020
Even though National Poetry Month is over, I haven't stopped looking for The Flipside. We're almost to the finish line of this crazy school year, but what lies ahead...well, I can't even go there. One step at a time. One directive from Central Office at a time.
Michelle has this week's Poetry Friday roundup at Today's Little Ditty.
Thursday, April 30, 2020
Poetry Friday -- Highlights of The Flipside
I had a lot of fun with this year's National Poetry Month poems. Early in the month I started writing etherees, inspired by Liz Garton Scanlon's video lesson.
Gratitude
I
give thanks
for the clouds.
Yes, the same ones
that spoiled your picnic,
that rained on your parade,
that flooded the soccer field.
I am thankful for clouds because
without them there'd be no rainbows, and
behind them there will always be blue skies.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2020
Now, More Than Ever
Breathe
in hope,
then exhale
your gratitude.
Remember these truths:
students over standards,
patience over procedures,
compassion over compliance,
care over content, and grace over
gimmicks. We must humanize our teaching.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2020
Fifth Grade Lessons
You're
only
eleven
and you're learning
life requires you to
(first and foremost) show up.
Read directions, do your best,
ask for help, give help when you can.
Put one foot in front of the other.
Never take "ordinary" for granted.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2020
I wrote lots of haiku (sometimes that's all the brain space I had after a day of online teaching). Inspired by Jarrett Lerner, I kept a haiku diary for a day:
I have a new friend.
We've never met.
She chalks art and exercise challenges on the sidewalk.
She leaves the chalk out.
I write and draw my thanks.
Her chalk sticks became a pile of chalk pebbles.
I left a package on her porch --
Highlights magazines and gently used sidewalk chalk.
She left a package on my porch --
coloring pages, crayons and markers, four Cra-Z-Loom bracelets.
And a note.
I have a new friend named Annie.
We've never met.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2020
Lunch
When Grandma was a girl
she sometimes walked home from school for lunch.
She remembers grilled cheese and tomato soup,
kidney beans and cheese on toast,
peanut butter and honey sandwiches.
Now that school is in my house,
I eat lunch at home every day.
I like to eat the same thing I did at school --
pretzels and a cheese stick, veggies and a fruit.
Keeping lunch the same helps me remember the cafeteria.
The cafeteria was loud and messy.
I traded pretzels for bites of sushi or mini Oreos.
After lunch was recess. I miss recess --
the swings, the big toy, even the muddy soccer field.
I even miss indoor recess.
Sitting on my porch
eating my not-a-school-lunch
at home-is-now-school,
I close my eyes in the sun, listen to the birds,
and remember everything I miss about school.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2020
Thursday, March 19, 2020
Poetry Friday -- That Unexpected Something
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Thursday, January 16, 2020
Poetry Friday -- Schooled
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It was foggy yesterday.
On my early morning walk,
I considered ways to describe fog.
None were new:
it shrouds and blankets and conceals,
it muffles and oozes,
smooth and thick.
Of course it sneaks,
famously tiptoeing.
It is pensive, introverted,
secretive, and calming.
Later, I asked my students to describe fog.
Suddenly, fog was new again:
clouds too lazy to float,
earth auditioning for a scary movie,
floating water,
clouds coming down to say hi.
At that moment,
I was the fog
and they were the sun,
illuminating new ways
to see the world.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2020
Catherine has the Poetry Friday roundup this week at Reading to the Core.
Saturday, December 07, 2019
Poetry Friday -- Advice
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Be kind to yourself.
Thursday, November 28, 2019
Giving Thanks for Poetry Friday!
Thanku: Poems of Gratitude inspired my Thanku/Haiku-a-Day this month. I managed to get November 1-15 onto Twitter, and I'm back on Twitter with November 26-30. Here are the ones that were written, but never made it to Twitter!
11/16
Deer in the headlights.
Same spot: hawk swoops low with prey.
Blessings from the wild.
11/17
Step, step...mind elsewhere...
suddenly...no step...PANIC!
Floor, meet hands and knees.
11/18
Irresponsible.
Antiques Roadshow was a splurge
and I'll pay for it.
11/19
Final Prep Thanku
two days of sub plans
hours and hours and hours of work
then just walk away
11/20
Travel Day Thanku
For the traffic jam
NOT on our side of the road --
relieved gratitude.
11/21
Award Selection Day Thanku
A day of hard work:
laughter, talk, perspectives shared.
Not just the books won.
11/22
Presentation Day Thanku
Bad sleep, up early,
back-to-back schedule ready.
Right now--calm. Quiet.
11/23
Almost the End of Conference Thanku
complete exhaustion
sleep wraps you in its blanket
cradles you gently
11/24
Driving Home Thanku
Ridge top silhouette--
bare November trees, silo.
Evening sky--one star.
11/25
Words Spoken Upon Releasing Into the Garden the Spider I Captured on My Office Wall
Dear Tiny Spider,
Life has infinite value.
For yours, I give thanks.
Bridget Magee at Wee Words For Wee Ones has the Poetry Friday Roundup all the way from Switzerland this week! I'm EXTRA glad to be back after my longest absence ever.
The call for roundup hosts for Poetry Fridays January 2020-June 2020 is also ready for dates to be claimed!