A Stone I Love
Photo by Amy LV
Students - I love holding a smooth stone in my hand, feeling sun and earth and the whole natural world in my small palm. When I do this, my human cares melt away. Our lives are full of objects that require batteries, electricity, and charging, and so I find it nourishing to hold one small stone or feather or leaf in my hand. Doing so, I am renewed. You might wish to place a shell or stone or other small natural object on your desk or in your pocket. When you feel adrift, hold this object in your hand. Allow it to ground you.
This poem is a triolet. You may read another triolet here at The Poem Farm from back during my April 2012 Dictionary Hike - Restore. The fourth post ever at The Poem Farm also featured a triolet, a triolet about my Grandpa Norman's bango.
Last week I was lucky enough to write ekphrastic poems with the second graders of Harris Hill Elementary in Penfield, NY and to spend two days with the students of York Elementary School in York, NY. Twenty-seven years ago, I was a student teacher in fifth grade at York Elementary, and it was a joy to return. This past week I visited Warsaw Elementary, Avon Elementary, and Geneseo Elementary, all in Western New York, and next week I am off to work with middle school writers in Harrington Park, NJ. Thank you, teachers and students, for your kindness and hospitality.
Dani is hosting today's Poetry Friday roundup at Doing the Work that Matters with a wise and loving golden shovel poem about grief. Today Dani's blog is home to all links of this week's Kidlitosphere poetry happenings ...we gather together each Friday, and all are welcome.
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Simple and beautiful....as a smooth stone.
ReplyDeleteSo lovely - thank you!
ReplyDeleteOh Amy, thank you for this. When I go for walks with my two year old grandchildren, they are always picking up rocks and putting them in their pocket. Sometimes they end up throwing them, but they often end up home with us. Your poem today reminds of the comfort touching a stone brings, and how significant it is from the earliest times in our lives.
ReplyDeleteCalming and lovely.
ReplyDeleteThis is such a calming poem. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteYour stone reminds me of two stones that were sitting right near the place where my brother collapsed last year when my other brother and I were visiting the site just days after his death. We each took one of the stone and I keep mine in a special place to remind me of the moment we saw them. To us they are a gift from our brother. Thank you for your post, Amy.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your centering poem Amy. I also liked the earlier Triolet your wrote, "Grandpa's Banjo" as I have a banjo that's waiting for me to tune…
ReplyDeleteHi, Amy. I'm a huge fan of this form. I love the way it acts like a little box to hold in the poem's big thoughts. Your poem speaks to me -- I often carry a stone or shell, especially if I'm going somewhere busy or loud. They *are* calming.
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