Slice of Life: Poetry Tournament

Thank you to Two Writing Teachers for creating an amazing community of writers and a safe, welcoming space to write and share.

My job title for the after school program is “Reading Specialist,” but I much prefer “Reading Enricher” or “Lead Reader.” I am blessed with the freedom to be creative and to choose the books I share (and ostensibly, the lessons I teach.)

We spent National Poetry Month immersed in poetry. I chose matching pairs of poems by two of my favorite children’s poets, Douglas Florian and David Elliott. Their poems are similar: usually funny, often with puns or word play, and short enough to be just the right size for the small amount of time I have at each of my sites. I created a tournament bracket that pitted Hummingbird against Hummingbird, Barn Cat against Persian, Giraffe against Giraffe and Stegosaurus against Stegosaurus. 

As we read and discussed the poems before voting, the lessons of the children’s classroom teachers shone through their comments. The children identified and celebrated rhythm and rhyme. A third grader compared simile to metaphor. A fifth grade boy praised one poem’s hyperbole. Two fifth grade girls traded lines as they recited William Carlos Williams’ “The Red Wheelbarrow.” Kindergarteners identified (and preferred) the more positive message in Elliott’s “Stegosaurus:” 

“…there’s some-
thing more
to life
than just
intelligence.”

In the end, “Barn Cat” by David Elliott won the first side of the bracket, and Douglas Florian’s “Stegosaurus” won the second side. So it was 

The Barn Cat
by David Elliott

Mice
had better
think twice.

versus

Stegosaurus
by Douglas Florian

Ste-go-SAUR-us
Her-bi-VOR-ous
Dined on plants inside the forest.
Bony plates grew on its back,
Perhaps to guard it from attack.
Or to help identify
A Stegosaurus girl or guy.
Its brain was smaller than a plum.
Stegosaurus was quite DUMᗺ.

A group of older students at one of the sites helped me brainstorm a list of the qualities of poems to guide the final voting away from choice based on a favorite animal or illustration and towards rhythm, rhyme, word choice, details, and message: poems that make you think, poems that surprise you.

By a vote of 25 to 19, “Stegosaurus” by Douglas Florian won. It was valued most for its rhythm and rhyme, and for the humor in the surprising word choice at the end. “Barn Cat” owed its strong showing to the rhyme, the realism, and the way the reader has to think in order to understand the poem and its humor.

Poetry Friday — [Five Pebbles]

all those years
walking in early-morning dark —
does Orion miss me?

* * *

I tend the trillium —
oak’s companions since forest-time —
do they know me?

* * *

insect on the car —
we’ve never met before now —
did you choose me?

* * *

leaf-footed bug —
Leptoglossus oppositus
what name do you call yourself?

* * *

full moon wakes me —
my face, briefly bathed in moonbeams —
do iris buds feel it, too?

(c) draft, Mary Lee Hahn, 2024

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The Poetry Sisters’ challenge for this month was inspired by Rebecca Kai Dotlich and Georgia Heard’s, Welcome to the Wonder House. Our mission was to write about “unanswerable questions.” And though life seems often to be one unanswerable question (or unfathomable event) after another, I found it INCREDIBLY hard to write to this prompt. Luckily, Jane Hirschfield was able to offer assistance. In her new book, The Asking, she has several collections of small poems she calls “pebbles.” I’ve found these “pebbles” in several sections of the book, and it must have been more than coincidence that when I turned the page for today’s reading, there was [THIRTEEN PEBBLES]. Thank you, Jane.

Here’s what the rest of the Poetry Sisters are wondering about:

Liz @ Liz Garton Scanlon
Tricia @ The Miss Rumphius Effect
Tanita @ {fiction, instead of lies}
Laura @ Laura Purdie Salas
Sara @ Read Write Believe

Ruth has this week’s Poetry Friday roundup at There is no such thing as a God-forsaken town.

The image is via Unsplash.

Progressive Poem

Thank you to Margaret Simon for shepherding the Progressive Poem tradition started oh so long ago by Irene Latham.

Thank you to all the poets before me who brought Manu and his sister this far, and thank you, Janet, for getting them safely to their destination.

To the poets who will provide the final closure, good luck and happy writing!

April 23 Tanita Davis at (fiction, instead of lies)
April 24 Molly Hogan at Nix the Comfort Zone
April 25 Joanne Emery at Word Dancer
April 26 Karin Fisher-Golton at Still in Awe
April 27 Donna Smith at Mainly Write
April 28 Dave at Leap of Dave
April 29 Robyn Hood Black at Life on the Deckle Edge
April 30 Michelle Kogan at More Art for All

And now, for the poem:

cradled in stars, our planet sleeps,
clinging to tender dreams of peace
sister moon watches from afar,
singing lunar lullabies of hope.

almost dawn, I walk with others,
keeping close, my little brother.
hand in hand, we carry courage
escaping closer to the border

My feet are lightning;
My heart is thunder.
Our pace draws us closer
to a new land of wonder.

I bristle against rough brush—
poppies ahead brighten the browns.
Morning light won’t stay away—
hearts jump at every sound.

I hum my own little song
like ripples in a stream
Humming Mami’s lullaby
reminds me I have her letter

My fingers linger on well-worn creases,
shielding an address, a name, a promise–
Sister Moon will find always us
surrounding us with beams of kindness

But last night as we rested in the dusty field,
worries crept in about matters back home.
I huddled close to my brother. Tears revealed
the no-choice need to escape. I feel grown.

Leaving all I’ve ever known
the tender, heavy, harsh of home.
On to maybes, on to dreams,
on to whispers we hope could be.

But I don’t want to whisper! I squeeze Manu’s hand.
“¡Más cerca ahora!” Our feet pound the sand.
We race, we pant, we lean on each other
I open my canteen and drink gratefully

Thirst is slaked, but I know we’ll need
more than water to achieve our dreams.
Nights pass slowly, but days call for speed
through the highs and the lows, we live with extremes

We enter a village the one from Mami’s letter,
We find the steeple; food, kindly people, and shelter.
“We made it, Manu! Mami would be so proud!”
I choke back a sob, then stand tall for the crowd.

Poetry Friday: Quarter to Six

Or perhaps the last laugh…

I’m having great fun with my 2024 NPM project. I’m writing daily (mostly privately), and…audiencing. After ten years of public projects, when I never managed to both write AND appreciate the writing of others, it feels good to spend time each day reading, appreciating, and being inspired by all you’ve been up to! (If I’ve missed yours, leave a link in the comments!)

This poem was inspired by the villanelle Tanita wrote this week. She compared the experience of writing a villanelle to the Poetry Sisters’ recent writing of another form with repeating lines — the pantoum. I wanted to test Tanita’s hypothesis that a villanelle is better for “…short lines, direct ideas. It’s good for inescapable truths. A pantoum sometimes leaves more wiggle room…”

I’m not sure I hit upon any inescapable truths, but I did have fun.

Jone has this week’s Poetry Friday roundup. Happy National Poetry Month!

Slices of Life

Thank you to Two Writing Teachers for creating an amazing community of writers and a safe, welcoming space to write and share.

Slices of life —

onionskin thin
just as fragrant — redolent
tantalizing

back porch eclipse watch
astronomical magic
transformed our world

reading Jane Hirschfield
before my own pencil moves —
aspirational

Louder Than Hunger*
Jake silences The Voice
claims self-worth

*If you haven’t read this book yet, move it to the top of your TBR.

“The Best Words in the Best Order” Friday

I gave the Inklings their challenge this month. I asked them to “Write a haiku sequence that talks about poetry without mentioning it by name. Here is your mentor text.”

I initially approached the challenge in an entirely left-brained way. Not surprisingly, my attempt fell flat. Once I got that out of my system, I was able to write poetically about writing poetry.

Here’s how the rest of the Inklings met my challenge:

Catherine @Reading to the Core
Heidi @my juicy little universe
Linda @A Word Edgewise
Molly @Nix the Comfort Zone
Margaret @Reflections on the Teche

Irene has this week’s Poetry (aka “The best words in the best order.” –Samuel Coleridge) Friday roundup at Live Your Poem.

Slice of Life: Deluge

Thank you to Two Writing Teachers for creating an amazing community of writers and a safe, welcoming space to write and share.

Too. Much. Rain.

We had probably 1.5″ yesterday, and so far this morning 1.75″ with more forecast for today, tomorrow…all the way through to Friday, with a brief respite before it clouds up again on Monday for the eclipse.

“Lake Easement” has engulfed both back beds…

…but our neighbor has it worse.

Here’s my haiku for today:

aftermath
robin song signals respite
it won’t last

ⓒMary Lee Hahn, 2024