Poet: E.J. (my son)

E.J., my homeschooled seond grader, penned his first poems this week. Like his mom, he is taking a hiatus from fiction and trying his hand at verse. E.J. loves sports and reading and is starting to appreciate poetry more.

“My Lord, Jesus”

by E.J.

 

As I walk on the path

of the birds

and other things

I think of

my Lord Jesus

and the peace

He brings

 

Daily Response: For this week, the response will stay the same. In the comment section, please leave a message for the poet.

Poetry from the Bible: “Psalm 23”

 “Psalm 23”

A Psalm of David.

 1 The LORD is my shepherd;
         I shall not want.
 2 He makes me to lie down in green pastures;
         He leads me beside the still waters.
 3 He restores my soul;
         He leads me in the paths of righteousness
         For His name’s sake.
         
 4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
         I will fear no evil;
         For You are with me;
         Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.
         
 5 You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies;
         You anoint my head with oil;
         My cup runs over.
 6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
         All the days of my life;
         And I will dwell[a] in the house of the LORD
         Forever.

Daily Response: This is my favorite psalm from the Bible, and my son and I have discussed this passage and its meaning. What is your favorite line from this passage? Or what is your favorite verse or passage from the Bible?

Favorite Poem: “We Real Cool”

“We Real Cool”

by Gwendolyn Brooks

THE POOL PLAYERS. 
SEVEN AT THE GOLDEN SHOVEL.

We real cool. We
Left school. We

Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We

Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We

Jazz June. We
Die soon.

Daily Response: This is a great poem to teach, since it is short and easy to understand. Plus, the poem offers examples of alliteration, symbolism, enjambment, and rhythm. Poetry can be complex and turn off students completely–or it can convey a simple message like in this poem. Did you like poetry in school–or did you find it too complex?

Poet: Sara Pounds

Sara Pounds lives in Florida. I met her when she was in the sixth grade; I was her language arts teacher. I am so proud of her writing and wanted to share a poem that she posted on Facebook recently.

I feel an uncertainty about this path-

I also don’t know how long it will last-

Pages of books that are kept under the sheets-

It speaks volumes and speaks to me-

The pictures in frames tell of other days-

Oh I long for the ways it turned out-

I swear I don’t know how it got this way-

But as I look up the sky depleted me-

The soul is dark and gray but aren’t they the same-

Eyes of night and the mourning was bright-

It wakes me up to say-

come on in and enjoy it again-

Hearts are broken but I’m just here to mend-

It speaks volumes and it speaks to me-

Tells of a story of you and me-

Oh love we know not what we do-

should we say we’re sorry or are we just misunderstood-

Stay or leave oh the choices are so weak-

It grows within me-

The trust that once destroyed me-

It speaks volumes and speaks to me-

I feel an uncertainty about the past-

I also don’t know how long it will last-

The memories that seems to consume me-

It speaks volumes and it seems to speak to me-

Daily Response:

Sara’s repetitive verse, “It speaks volumes and it speaks to me,” reminds me of why we write poetry in the first place. If you were going to sit down and write a poem, what would be the topic? What emotion or idea “speaks” to you?

 

Poet: Veronica Hosking

Veronica Hosking is a poet and poetry editor for Mamazina www.mamazina.com. She lives in Avondale, Arizona with her husband and two daughters. Check out her poem, “Seven Years,” in the anthology, From the Heart. Read more of Hosking’s poetry at http://hosking.gather.com and www.authorsden.com/veronicahosking.

 

“White Birch”

by Veronica Hosking

White Birch standing tall
Stretching limbs above my reach
Holding dreams aloft.

 

Daily Response:

A haiku is a short poem of three lines with a total of 17 syllables. Traditionally, haikus were written about a simple theme like nature. Write your own haiku and post as a comment.

Here are the rules for a haiku:

1st line = 5 syllables

2nd line = 7 sylllables

3rd line = 5 syllables

Poet: John Beck

John Beck was born in Titusville, PA in 1938 and moved with his family (at age 3 1/2) to Sturgeon Bay, WI, where he resides today. He had a passing interest in poetry in school but focused on training for a profession as a physician. After a 2 1/2 year tour of active duty in the US Navy as a Flight Surgeon and Naval Parachutist he returned to Sturgeon Bay and practiced family medicine with his father until Parkinson’s disease forced his father’s retirement. Now semi-retired as physician electronic health record advisor with part time clinical practice, John has found time to do some writing. Through the Gather social network he has been experimenting with new poetry forms as well as writing some short prose. Read more of John’s poetry at: http://lapapa.gather.com/

 

FUNGI~Terza Rima

I walk the trails and wonder at the sight
Of multicolored fungi peeping through
Decaying leaves.  Those morsels deer delight
 
In nibbling.  I perhaps am tempted too
But caution rules and I just pass them by
And leave their spores and hyphae to renew
 
Mysterious potentials in the ground
Which through the seasons hidden dormant lie
Until ideal warmth and moisture’s found
 
So mushrooms can emerge and so belie
The death and disappearance of their source.
Yet what I see today must surely die.

Daily Response: “I walk the trails and wonder at the sight” opens John’s poem. Think of a time when you took a nature walk. Where we you, and what did you see?

Poet: Michelle

Bio

Michelle lives in the northeastern part of the United States and teaches English at the high school level. She wishes to be a full-time writer. Until then, you can follow Michelle’s latest posts on her Gather page.  

 

“Poems of Mud”

A poem can be
light and airy
or an uncontrolled flame
Flow like streaming water
or float in a blue cloud

But my poems
come from the earth
deep, rich, sensual soil
substantial and firm
newly tilled
full of nutrients
layered life unfolding

I take my hands
dig deeply and smell
without reservation
the warmth of
words, alive
brought to the surface
after having been buried
down in the womb
of the Mother

The ground element
keeps me rooted
cloaks me in wet mud
Rock my companion
Moss my bed
Trees my liberation

 

 

Daily Response:

Michelle writes, “But my poems come from the earth…” Think metaphorically and describe the birthplace / inspiration for your poetry. Today is a fill-in-the blank response, beginning with “My poems come from ________…” You may elaborate and turn the line into a few more verses, a stanza, or even a full poem.