It was hard to choose just one thing to re-encounter. However, this memory of my Grandpa Antonio is so vivid to me. It was about forty years ago, but it feels like yesterday. I wish I could go back and change every little thing.
Category: reading
April Poem #26: Woven Words
Many years ago, I came upon teaching annotation through the Annotated Charlotte's Web. Today, I took an old, worn copy of Charlotte's Web and found this poem lying within. Thank you, E.B. White, Wilbur, and Charlotte!
April Poem #25: Everything has a Purpose
Linda’s prompt involved writing a poem using the scientific method for inspiration: make an observation, ask a question, form a hypothesis, make a prediction, test a prediction, use the results to form another hypothesis. Easy-peasy, right? Well, no. This prompt took some thinking and some reading of sample poems.
April Poem #24: My Garden of Eden
I am currently reading, French Dirt by Richard Goodman and I have been marveling at his turn of phrase, the words he chooses to describe his year as a gardener in France - how he wrangles and wrestles the earth to create something beautiful. I have re-arranged some of his words that I had underlined, wanting to hold them in my mind and heart.
April Poem #19: How to be a Sand Dollar
On that visit, I made the acquaintance of a purse of sand dollars. I had never seen them as living creatures enjoying a day in the ocean surf.
April Poem #18: Poetry is a Way
I have been writing poetry since I was a child, and I am a firm believer that poetry is a great catalyst for self-discovery. It is my go-to emotional support object. I rely on poetry to gain insight and to solve problems. Poetry has never failed me. It is a steadfast friend.
April Poem #17: What Might Have Been & What Will be
What might have been? So many possibilities. So many things to imagine -both good and bad. I'm grateful I am still here, still witnessing the blessings of this world. I want to take them all in with arms opened wide, with no fear and no regrets, or at least minimal fear and just a little regret. I'm okay with that.
April Poem #16: Wood Songs
And even though I know the woods, the hills, the coastline, the land often surprises me. There is always a gift to uncover. The woodland is where I find solitude, where my thoughts keep cadence with my footsteps, where I can go to unpuzzle the world and find peace.
April Poem #9: The Souls of Birds
The birds return with their hope-filled songs. I think of them as angels returning to earth to share delight, to show us that one day soon we too will have wings.
April Poetry #1: April Remembers
This month, I am going to try my hand at writing poetry every day. April is my birth month so it's perfect that it is also National Poetry Month. For as long as I can remember, I have been writing poetry.
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