Students - There are many reasons to keep a notebook, and one of them is to find out what will surface in your mind when you are free to roam the pages like a dog in a huge field. No limits, no assignments, just you and the page. What will happen? What idea, thought, memory, or opinion will rise to the top of your writing heart?
Yesterday, I was doing just this, roaming the blank pages like a joyful beagle, and I found myself writing words that my mother used to and still does say -
by Amy LV
Why did I write this? Who knows! But there it was...and off I went. Lately, I've been struck by the number of red-winged blackbirds out on these country roads, and so that beautiful animal made its way into today's poem as well.
For me, poems are a way to celebrate the people and things I love. And often, sitting to write, I do not know what I will write about at all. This happens to all writers, I think, and it is always fun to be surprised by our own selves.
What are some words that people have said to you in your life, words that come back to revisit you when you are alone? Any one of these phrases might be a great place to begin a poem or story or piece of your own.
Sometimes people ask about where to break stanzas. With this poem, I thought about breaking it into quatrains, as the rhymes fall. But then I thought again and decided to break it into two parts: the first part about the bottles and today's collecting and the second part reflecting on the importance of these bottles. There is no right way to break stanzas, but it is important to understand and be able to talk about the decisions we make.
Teachers and Adult Readers - Something I found inspiring yesterday is Dani Shapiro's most recent blog post which you can find here. It is always good to find others who find themselves by first allowing themselves to get lost. A relief, indeed, not to be alone.
Mary Lee, who so wisely and graciously rounds all of us up all year long here on Poetry Fridays, is hosting today's roundup with a fun sounding book (baa!) over at A Year of Reading. Gallop on over to her place to learn about the poetry happenings all 'round the Kidlitosphere this week.
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