2013 Kidlitosphere Progressive Poem

This poem, the brainchild of Irene Latham of the blog Live Your Poem, began 14 bloggers ago, and has grown since then, one line per blogger at a time (see sidebar for complete list). Today, smack dab in the middle of the poem, it's my turn.


When you listen to your footsteps
the words become music and
the rhythm that you’re rapping gets your fingers tapping, too.
Your pen starts dancing across the page
a private pirouette, a solitary samba until
smiling, you’re beguiling as your love comes shining through.

Pause a moment in your dreaming, hear the whispers
of the words, one dancer to another, saying
Listen, that’s our cue! Mind your meter. Find your rhyme.
Ignore the trepidation while you jitterbug and jive.
Arm in arm, toe to toe, words begin to wiggle and flow
as your heart starts singing let your mind keep swinging

From life’s trapeze, like a clown on the breeze.
Swinging upside down, throw and catch new sounds--

Take a risk, try a trick; break a sweat: safety net? 

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By ESO/Yuri Beletsky via Wikimedia Commons

IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK

My laser is non-violent --

it does the stars 

no harm.

It 's not a blast, 

just helps us watch

the far galactic core.

©Mary Lee Hahn, 2013

From Carol (Carol's Corner):

"Quantifiable?"

Let there by light

the astronomer proclaims

and a laser beam

shoots from earth

to measure 

heaven's vastness.

Creator God

chuckles

as He watches

miniscule humans

attempt to quantify

the work of His

mighty hands.

(C) Carol Wilcox, 2013

From Kevin (Kevin's Meandering Mind)

Riding lights;

writing nights;

The sky falls down

in a gentle rain of heavenly sights.

We gather hands and dance

amidst the possibilities

of chance that somewhere,

perhaps unaware,

someone else is looking out as we look in,

our eyes both extended into the stars

even as our words get scribbled out,

near and far, letter by letter, 

line by line,

in this data-strewn world of virtual space.

©Kevin Hodgson, 2013

The podcast of Kevin's poem is here.

Protest

Scientists announced at audio lab
a connection leaving today.
They are using a laser beam to nab
electricity from the Milky Way.

They haven’t said, but I’m wondering why
we can’t use the power at home.
I hope that our stars stay bright in the sky
And the scientists stop laser roam.

© Linda Baie, 2013

The explanation of this photo, which was the Wikimedia Commons Picture of the Year in 2010: "In mid-August 2010 ESO Photo Ambassador Yuri Beletsky snapped this photo at ESO’s Paranal Observatory, Chile. A group of astronomers were observing the centre of the Milky Way using the laser guide star facility at Yepun, one of the four Unit Telescopes of the Very Large Telescope (VLT).

Yepun’s laser beam crosses the southern sky and creates an artificial star at an altitude of 90 km high in the Earth's mesosphere. The Laser Guide Star (LGS) is part of the VLT’s adaptive optics system and is used as a reference to correct the blurring effect of the atmosphere on images. The colour of the laser is precisely tuned to energise a layer of sodium atoms found in one of the upper layers of the atmosphere — one can recognise the familiar colour of sodium street lamps in the colour of the laser. This layer of sodium atoms is thought to be a leftover from meteorites entering the Earth’s atmosphere. When excited by the light from the laser, the atoms start glowing, forming a small bright spot that can be used as an artificial reference star for the adaptive optics. Using this technique, astronomers can obtain sharper observations. For example, when looking towards the centre of our Milky Way, researchers can better monitor the galactic core, where a central supermassive black hole, surrounded by closely orbiting stars, is swallowing gas and dust."

We'll follow the same pattern of media this week as the last two: Monday: Picture of the Year, Tuesday: Featured Picture (new category), Wednesday: Video, Thursday: Famous Art, Friday: Audio, Saturday: Potluck, Sunday: Animation.

The theme of my 2013 National Poetry Month Project is 

"Common Inspiration--Uncommon Creations." 

Each day in April, I will feature media from the Wikimedia Commons ("a database of 16,565,065 freely usable media files to which anyone can contribute") along with bits and pieces of my brainstorming and both unfinished and finished poems.

I will be using the media to inspire my poetry, but I am going to invite my students to use my daily media picks to inspire any original creation: poems, stories, comics, music, videos, sculptures, drawings...anything!

You are invited to join the fun, too! Leave a link to your creation in the comments and I'll add it to that day's post. I'll add pictures of my students' work throughout the month as well.

A Wordless Book for All Cat Lovers

Franki and I were just talking about how much we both love wordless books. The possibilities for use in the classroom are endless, spanning from enjoyment and appreciation of the ability of the artist to communicate the story without words, right through differentiation for students who are striving text readers and ELLs.

I have been a fan of the Simon's Cat videos on YouTube since the first one came out in 2008. You've never seen them? Okay, take a minute and watch this:





Simon Tofield, the cartoonist, does so much with gestures, facial expressions, and, of course, a deep and personal knowledge of cat behavior.

Tofield, who struggled with dyslexia as a child and who was constantly urged to quit drawing and focus on getting a "proper job," created the first animation when teaching himself to use some animation software. He is now adding new videos to the Simon's Cat website on a monthly basis, and there are all kinds of Simon's Cat items for purchase, a soft toy and a newspaper strip. And there are books.

Simon's Cat in Kitten Chaos  

by Simon Tofield

Akashic Books, on shelves April 16, 2013

review copy provided by the publisher

In this book, Simon finds a kitten, abandoned in a rainstorm in a cardboard box. He brings it home and every manner of chaos ensues. There is the getting-to-know-you phase, the competing-for-attention phase, the I-terrorize-you-you-terrorize-me phase, and finally, the I-guess-we-can-get-along phase.

As much as this book is about a single-cat family with a new kitten, this can probably also be read as a single-child family with a new sibling. Kids will be able to relate; parents (and cat owners) will giggle, chortle, and sometimes laugh until tears stream down their faces.

Move over, Garfield. Simon's Cat is the new funny fat cat in town!

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By Tomruen [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

MOONLIGHT

The moon is indiscriminate.
She shines benevolently
even though yesterday
I called her
pock-faced.

Perhaps I've got it all wrong.
Her magnanimity
might reveal more about me than her.
To wit:

my insignificance.

© Mary Lee Hahn, 2013



From Kevin (Kevin's Meandering Mind):

You cast your shadow
grandly, old lady,
so that all I can do is walk
amidst the darkness,
trying to find some light
to lead the way
forward.

©Kevin Hodgson, 2013

From Linda (TeacherDance):

moon dreams
from moon beams
my heart’s light
from this monthly flight

©Linda Baie, 2013


From Carol (Carol's Corner):

"Full Moon Days"

I love

those full moon days when

earth, moon, and sun

are perfectly aligned

and I can see only light

the shadows

are entirely hidden.

I hate

those full moon days

because I know

the full moon days

are always followed by

the waning

when

the light

lessens

and darkness

becomes greater

until I find myself

in the time

of new moon

where I wait

in darkness

hoping

for the waxing

because

I love

those full moon days.

(c) Carol Wilcox, 2013

The theme of my 2013 National Poetry Month Project is 

"Common Inspiration--Uncommon Creations." 

Each day in April, I will feature media from the Wikimedia Commons ("a database of 16,565,065 freely usable media files to which anyone can contribute") along with bits and pieces of my brainstorming and both unfinished and finished poems.

I will be using the media to inspire my poetry, but I am going to invite my students to use my daily media picks to inspire any original creation: poems, stories, comics, music, videos, sculptures, drawings...anything!

You are invited to join the fun, too! Leave a link to your creation in the comments and I'll add it to that day's post. I'll add pictures of my students' work throughout the month as well.

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Flickr Creative Commons photo by Frank Douwes on Wikimedia Commons

I will be spending the day at The Literacy Connection's culminating event in the year-long Back to Books! series -- a day with Donalyn Miller, author of The Book Whisperer: Awakening the Inner Reader in Every Child and the upcoming (Nov. 2013) Reading in the Wild: The Book Whisperer's Keys to Cultivating Lifelong Reading Habits

I poked around Wikimedia Commons for pictures of children reading, and I almost went with a 1900's picture of 30+ children, seated in rows, probably reading primers. It would have matched the historic picture of the woman fly fisher from last Saturday. But it didn't make me wonder and imagine like this girl in Dar es Salaam, Tanzania did. I'll hold her in my mind all day while we learn from Donalyn and each other about best practices in the teaching of reading, and I'll post my poem later in the day, or tonight.

Linda (TeacherDance) was the first to leave a poem today:

It’s market day.
I needed to find
a treasure to sell,
a piece of metal,
a toy to mend.
Instead I found
my own kind of gold,
and sat down
right then
to look.

©Linda Baie, 2013

Kevin (Kevin's Meandering Mind) left this:

His fingers trace the fragile bones
of words;
an archeologist of meaning deepened
by pictures,
his mind now humming with the voice
of writers,
from some faraway place he may never visit
but once,
here in the stories unfolding inside
this book.

©Kevin Hodgson, 2013

After a day filled with books and book-talk, I couldn't think of anything more appropriate than a book spine poem! Which version do you like better?

That Little Something

Stories that could be true,

mirror of the heart:

a gift of days

A Gift of Days

That little something. 

Stories that could be true:

mirror of the heart.

The theme of my 2013 National Poetry Month Project is 

"Common Inspiration--Uncommon Creations." 

Each day in April, I will feature media from the Wikimedia Commons ("a database of 16,565,065 freely usable media files to which anyone can contribute") along with bits and pieces of my brainstorming and both unfinished and finished poems.

I will be using the media to inspire my poetry, but I am going to invite my students to use my daily media picks to inspire any original creation: poems, stories, comics, music, videos, sculptures, drawings...anything!

You are invited to join the fun, too! Leave a link to your creation in the comments and I'll add it to that day's post. I'll add pictures of my students' work throughout the month as well.

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This "Short Composition for Two Harps" by Tudor Tulok is 1 minute, 53 seconds long. In my mind, I saw daffodils blowing in the wind. But this is what I wound up writing:

THE GLORY OF SPRING

Flowers aren't the only ones
who bloom in spring.

In classrooms everywhere
children are opening
as suddenly as tulips,
waving their hands in eager confidence
like daffodils in the breeze.
Stubborn and tenacious as dandelions,
they have mastered
subtraction or sentences or similes.

They have arrived
and they know it.

Teachers witness this glorious blooming
each spring
and it never ceases to amaze.

We know they will leave us soon,
so give us a minute
to appreciate the glory of spring.

©Mary Lee Hahn, 2013


Yesterday, I let my students listen to this music so they could share some of their writing here.

that sound calms

me down every

time I hear

it going past

nice and fast

just the

way I

dream 

it

--B

SOUND OF BEAUTY

The brush of a harp.

The melody.

The sound.

The feeling.

The beauty.

--No

ANGELS

It feels like

angels are flying

over me,

playing their soothing harps,

sounds relaxing.

--Na

FLOWERS AND HARPS

When I think of flowers

    I remember the

sound of harps. They are

    both peaceful and

relaxing. They make me feel

              safe.

--Jo

peace    harmony

freedom

happiness

Litmus

Lozenge

vengeance    sorrow

pain              agony

honor    courage

respect

--Re

TWOs

Two harps

play

two beautiful

sounds

like two flowers

twirling around and

around

like two friends

caring for

each other

like two blue jays

singing

sister and brother

like two people

giving gifts on special days

like two children

wanting 

to play

like two angels

watching 

for us

like two harps 

playing

two

beautiful 

sounds.

--Ra

Had to remember

A loved one.

Running my fingers on the strings making 

Peaceful music.

--M

NICE SOUNDS

That sound, what is that

it's so...peaceful.

It makes me calm down,

overjoyed, I went to where

it came from.

It was at a church

it was a girl playing 

her harp.

I walk in and 

she stops, she looks

at me then looks away

and starts playing

again.

--G

HARPS

The music from heaven

letting us know the right way

like a rainbow in the clear sky

it is quiet music that

makes us feel safe.

--Y

HARP

The music is peaceful

like crickets making music.

All the sounds come together

like every feather of a bird.

This piece had harmony

like a two instrument symphony.

Playing my harp

making beautiful music.

Plucking the strings,

playing something inspirational.

Inspiration,

that made this poem.

--J

no stopping

back and forth, forth and back.

no stopping; for there is no

time in this new world.

back and forth, forth and back.

as i lean against ellis,

i try to remember those days.

back and forth, forth and back.

one year more until

this war is out of my head.

back and forth, forth and back.

my life is full of melodies,

and i need them to live.

--S

Diane has the Poetry Friday Roundup today at Random Noodling.

If you'd like to look back on the week, you can find Seurat on Thursday, Sioux Ghost Dancers on Wednesday, a surfer on Tuesday, and the Wikimedia Picture of the Year for 2011 on Monday.

The theme of my 2013 National Poetry Month Project is 

"Common Inspiration--Uncommon Creations." 

Each day in April, I will feature media from the Wikimedia Commons ("a database of 16,565,065 freely usable media files to which anyone can contribute") along with bits and pieces of my brainstorming and both unfinished and finished poems.

I will be using the media to inspire my poetry, but I am going to invite my students to use my daily media picks to inspire any original creation: poems, stories, comics, music, videos, sculptures, drawings...anything!

You are invited to join the fun, too! Leave a link to your creation in the comments and I'll add it to that day's post. I'll add pictures of my students' work throughout the month as well.

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A Sunday on the Island of La Grande Jatte by Georges Seurat.
This painting is in the Public Domain in the United States.

CHAOS

This is the monkey the pug surprised
that resulted in panic and chaos.

This is the lady the monkey climbed
when surprised by the pug
that resulted in panic and chaos.

These are the parasols that flew here and there
when the scream pierced the air
from the lady the monkey climbed (now in her hair)
when surprised by the pug
that resulted in panic and chaos.

These are the people in Sunday best
pushing and shoving into the lake
battered by parasols
alarmed by the scream
from the lady the monkey climbed (now down her back)
when surprised by the pug

who escaped from his owner
who looks on in horror

at the resulting panic and chaos.

©Mary Lee Hahn, 2013



We needed some comic relief after yesterday, didn't we? (Please click back and read the amazing poem Carol sent late last night.) I started by trying to write about the idyllic Sunday scene, but I kept looking at that little brown dog bursting in from the bottom right, and the monkey that seems to have its back arched in surprise. This poem makes me laugh every time I read over it, and I'll never look at this Seurat the same way!


From Kevin (Kevin's Meandering Mind)

Why do they just stare as I drown out here
in this river of expectations,
caught up in currents too strong to resist?
Is it my clothes, too ragged to believe?
My heart? Too jagged to see?
My ambition? It's what drives me so
I watch as the cultural elite stand motionless,
the dogs barking at the monkey squealing
at the women shading the men
just lounging around with crumbs on their tongues
as if they don't quite know their whole world is changing
and their Empire is crumbling,
yet, still, they won't lend a hand to the man
on his way up.

©Kevin Hodgson, 2013

Kevin's podcast of this poem is here.


From Carol (Carol's Corner)

“Maggie”

You come to me
During a cold November rain
I do not recognize you
But you kiss my face frantically,
Insist that we have
known each other
For a very long time.
Leave muddy pawprints
Down the front of my purple raincoat

I am sure
Someone must be searching
for such a fine young yellow lab
clearly purebred.
But no one claims you.
And so you,
Sixty pounds of
frantic
tail wagging
joy
claim us.

You love many things-
Naps on the living room couch
Doggie bags
snatched from my hand
before they ever make it to the fridge.
Car rides,
not next to Ramsey
in the back of the SUV
but rather perched on the edge
of the front seat
where you pant
and drool happily
on the dashboard.

Most of all
you love Washington Park
dog heaven on earth-
endless squirrels
geese to chase
a myriad of four-legged friends.
You are the Houdini of dogs
Regularly freeing yourself
From the confines of the leash
to race through soccer games
and gobble hot dogs at birthday parties
and company picnics.

You name yourself
an honorary member
of taekwondo and folk dancing classes.
The ladies in the Thursday afternoon art class
are especially unappreciative
of your talent
issuing a lifetime ban
After you knock over an easel.

Your favorite place, though,
Is the slimy, duck-poopy,
algae-ridden lake
And you paddle gleefully
Back and forth
For hours on end
As Ramsey and I glumly wonder
Whether you will ever come out.

Your carefree existence ends
The rainy May evening
when the boys move in.
Now you have a job.
You are therapy girl.
All summer
My two broken boys
Rage and scream and rail
against a life
that has been far from kind
And you lean against them,
Gently licking
the hurt away.

© Carol Wilcox, 2013

The theme of my 2013 National Poetry Month Project is 

"Common Inspiration--Uncommon Creations." 

Each day in April, I will feature media from the Wikimedia Commons ("a database of 16,565,065 freely usable media files to which anyone can contribute") along with bits and pieces of my brainstorming and both unfinished and finished poems.

I will be using the media to inspire my poetry, but I am going to invite my students to use my daily media picks to inspire any original creation: poems, stories, comics, music, videos, sculptures, drawings...anything!

You are invited to join the fun, too! Leave a link to your creation in the comments and I'll add it to that day's post. I'll add pictures of my students' work throughout the month as well.

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This is a Wikimedia Commons Video that is in the Public Domain in the United States. The year is 1894. These are Sioux Indians in full war paint and war costumes doing the traditional Ghost Dance.


GHOST DANCE

the drum
the drum
the buzz and the hum

the beat
the beat
the pound of my feet

the dance
the dance
the haze and the trance

my life
my ways
once bright...falter...fade

©Mary Lee Hahn, 2013


From Kevin (Kevin's Meandering Mind)

Rituals
rule our lives -
Echoes from past
shape our times -
The silent sounds of drums
pounding in rhythm to
the beat of our hearts
keep us alive.

©Kevin Hodgson, 2013


From Carol (Carol's Corner)

“Ghost Dance”

And God said to
Wovoka
you must tell your people
work hard,
love each other,
live in peace
with your white brother.
And God gave Wovoka
the Ghost Dance

                dance dance dance
                dance for peace
                dance for love
                dance for unity
                dance dance dance

But the white brother
Does not know this dance
Of peace and love and unity
White brother confines
Wovoka’s people
to land
too hot and dry to farm
sends Wovoka's children
away to learn
white brother's rules
Ache in the belly deep
Ache in the heart still deeper.

                dance dance dance
                dance for peace
                dance for love
                dance for unity
                dance dance dance

Wovoka’s people dance.
Whiteman says stop.
Wovoka’s people dance.
White man is afraid
And there is a massacre.
The chief- Sitting Bull.
153 of Wovoka’s people
most women and children
all killed.

                And Wovoka’s people
                   do not dance
                     any more.

©Carol Wilcox, 2013

The theme of my 2013 National Poetry Month Project is 

"Common Inspiration--Uncommon Creations." 

Each day in April, I will feature media from the Wikimedia Commons ("a database of 16,565,065 freely usable media files to which anyone can contribute") along with bits and pieces of my brainstorming and both unfinished and finished poems.

I will be using the media to inspire my poetry, but I am going to invite my students to use my daily media picks to inspire any original creation: poems, stories, comics, music, videos, sculptures, drawings...anything!

You are invited to join the fun, too! Leave a link to your creation in the comments and I'll add it to that day's post. I'll add pictures of my students' work throughout the month as well.

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Wikimedia Commons photo by Shalom Jacobovitz

This photo is from the Wikimedia Commons Featured Pictures, in the category of Sports.

         
          push
surge          swell
                        curve
                           strength
                            massive muscle of water
                              Neptune's mighty bicep
                     

DRAFT ©Mary Lee Hahn, 2013


Yesterday was a busy day and I had a meeting that lasted until late last night, but I kept thinking about that wave and the power of that water. As you can see, the wave got reversed in direction in my mind! This is one that doesn't feel at all complete to me. I'll definitely come back to this one and work on it some more. (Although...the more I listen to its rhythms...it's almost a haiku...)


From Kevin (Kevin's Meandering Mind):

©Kevin Hodgson, 2013 (Image used with permission from the author)


From Carol (Carol's Corner):

It takes 

a lot of brave

to fling oneself

on the mercy

of those 

enormous

rolling

rushing

body- crashing

waves.

©CAW, 2013

******************

Ride a wave,

That's my fave!

Wanna hang ten?

Just tell me when. 

Gotta straddle

Then you paddle.

The perfect time

You must divine.

Have to wait

But can't be late.

From belly to knees

Then stand up please.

To find your balance

Can be a challenge.

Hit your stride

And take a ride.

To the shore

Then back for more.

Ride a wave?

Must be brave!

(or maybe a little stupid!)

©CAW, 2013 

The theme of my 2013 National Poetry Month Project is 

"Common Inspiration--Uncommon Creations." 

Each day in April, I will feature media from the Wikimedia Commons ("a database of 16,565,065 freely usable media files to which anyone can contribute") along with bits and pieces of my brainstorming and both unfinished and finished poems.

I will be using the media to inspire my poetry, but I am going to invite my students to use my daily media picks to inspire any original creation: poems, stories, comics, music, videos, sculptures, drawings...anything!

You are invited to join the fun, too! Leave a link to your creation in the comments and I'll add it to that day's post. I'll add pictures of my students' work throughout the month as well.

It's Monday! What Are You Reading

So glad to be back to It's Monday! What Are You Reading!  Thanks to Jen and Kellee Teach Mentor Texts for hosting this weekly celebration!

With my concussion recovery, I have not been able to read much. But in the last 2 weeks, I've been able to read for longer periods of time. When you only have limited reading time, you have to really make sure what you read is worthwhile!  No time to read books that are merely "good"--I have had to be VERY picky!  Here are some of my favorite reads from the last few weeks.

One that I loved is Kate Messner's upcoming (Fall 2013) Wake Up Missing . Kate was nice enough to send me an ARC. It was especially fun for me to read this week because it is about a group of kids who are recovering from concussions and are at a state of the art clinic. I could so relate!  Even without the personal connections, I LOVED this book.  I think Science Fiction is really tricky for middle grade kids and I don't know of too many authors who can do it well. When I read Messner's EYE OF THE STORM, I was hoping she'd write more Science Fiction for this age. And she did! So happy I got to read this so early! Kids in grades 4-8 are going to love this one! (And fans of Margaret Peterson Haddix will like this one, I think!)

I LOVED LOVED LOVED The Center of Everything by Linda Urban. I had heard lots about this one so it was the first book I read when I got the okay to add reading back to my life. But I was only allowed to read 20 minutes at a time.  Had I not had to put the book down after 20 minutes each day, I would have read this in one sitting.  Ruby Pepperdine may be one of my favorite characters ever.

I also LOVED Forest Has a Song: Poems by Amy Ludwig VanDerWater. This is one I've been waiting since fall and I squealed when it came in the mail. Definitely one of my new favorite poetry books!  If you have not checked this one out yet, you'll want one for your home and one for your classroom!


One of my new favorite wordless picture books is The Boy and the Airplane by Mark Pett. LOVE!  I forget where I even saw this one but I am so glad to have it in my wordless book collection!  So much to talk about and the illustrations are really unique. Already thinking about doing lots with wordless books in the fall:-)

And who couldn't make time (even with such limited reading time) to read any new Otis book?  Otis and the Puppy by Loren Long did not disappoint!