Poetry Friday: Nothing Gold
The Inklings prompt for this month came from Linda. “This prompt comes from an Instagram post of the redroompoetry account: “Find a poem you like, or one you don’t like. Write the first 6 lines of the poem. Under each line write your own response. Delete the original lines, use what you have as a…
Poetry Friday: Who’s to Blame?
Me. I’m to blame. I had the challenge for the Poetry Sisters this month. I found it in THE CREATIVITY PROJECT, edited by Colby Sharp. Each of the forty-four contributors to the book submitted two prompts. Colby doled out the prompts, each person receiving two from which they could choose one to use “to inspire…
Poetry Friday: If…Then
. Today’s poem is pure play! I’m reading Ada Limón’s new collection, STARTLEMENT: NEW AND SELECTED POEMS, and I was taken by the first line of the poem “Prologue: This Big Fake World.” I used it as my first line and went from there. When the lines started to rhyme, I leaned into it and…
Poetry Friday: An Unpopular Opinion
Since we are not your typical “Go Bucks!” people, we will be enjoying a quiet city tomorrow evening while everyone else is glued to their TV sets for OSU vs. TX. It will be perfect for reading through the Poetry Friday Roundup, which Linda is hosting at TeacherDance.
Poetry Friday: A Kenning
. Margaret challenged the Inklings this month to write a kenning poem — a poem in which “A figurative compound word that takes the place of an ordinary noun.” I started my brainstorm list of compound words while sitting in a Jeni’s Splendid Ice Creams shop for an Ice Cream Social fundraiser for Casting for…
Poetry Friday: Haiku Sonnet
Last Tuesday, we watched “Mary Oliver: Saved By the Beauty of the World,” an American Masters program on PBS. For the first time ever, I watched TV with my notebook open in front of me, taking notes. It was touching to see so many pictures of her young, wide open face. And the lineup of…
Poetry Friday: Goodbye Iris
Goodbye Iris Mom’s iris thrivedin the dryEastern Colorado climate.Here,I fear,they won’t survive. This low spotis the plotwith sunbut it floods.Their feet stay wetand rot. Nothingand no onelasts forever.We must adaptwhen it no longer worksto persevere. I hope she would understand –I tried.And though not with iristhere are a thousand other waysI keep her memory alive. ©Mary…
Poetry Friday: Journeys
. The Inklings were all together last weekend for the first time ever. What a joyous time we had! Joyous, and tinged with the sadness that it had to end…and that Heidi will soon be across the pond for 9 months. Catherine led us in an activity that I put to good use for this…
Poetry Friday: Pantoum
The photo is the small town swimming pool where I was a lifeguard through high school and some of college, but the fancy slide wasn’t there during my time. You only get a hint of the amount of sky that was visible from up on the lifeguard stands, but if you could climb up the…
Poetry Friday: A Prose Poem Mentor Text
I will read anything that Robert Macfarlane writes. But when I started The Book of Birds: A Field Guide to Wonder and Loss, I was even more flabbergasted than usual. Each short piece about a once-common bird is a poem. The book blurb says, “The Book of Birds is a field guide with a difference:…
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