Welcome to Day 3 of Drawing Into Poems, my daily drawing/seeing/writing study into poetry. You can read more about this month-long project
here on my April 1 post. Feel free to read the books with me and pull out your own sketchbook and jewelry box full of metaphor too...
Day Three - Teapot
Students - Something interesting happened to me yesterday. Our family took a very long car trip from Western New York all the way to Washington DC. I had lots of time to look out of the car window, sometimes driving and sometimes not. And guess what? I was looking differently. Yesterday I really saw the roof lines of houses and barns, noticing their angles. I studied shadows that never would have noticed before. Why? Because I am drawing, and my seeing is changing.
This always happens to me whenever I am writing regularly - everything becomes a writing idea. I took on this month's project to see if I could change my own eyes, slow down my looking. Three days have passed, and already I feel a bit of a shift, as if I am stretching muscles that have been sleeping for far too long.
It is simply habit and time. Anyone can draw a teapot like this one or better than this one. (See the
Mindset clip from April 1 if you don't believe me.) It just takes time to sit down down and really draw what your eyes see. Others are able to draw much more realistically than I am able to now, but I am pleased that this sitting is helping me become more aware.
Today I am so happy to be back with another Poetry Peek! (See tab above for more such peeks.) It's been a while since we have had poetry visitors here, and visitor-days are my favorite days. So many warm welcomes and hugs to young poet Olivia and her friend, retired teacher Nancy March from Cumberland Maine, close to the ocean and only an hour from mountains and forest. Nancy taught fourth grade most of her twenty-five career at
Yarmouth Elementary School, and today she is like a Pied Piper of Poetry - spreading the joy of words.
From Nancy March...
My love of poetry came from the scraps of paper nestled in my grandmother’s apron pockets. Gram wrote down ideas and bits of conversation as she went about her daily chores. It was our secret that she loved poetry and when she died I knew I would carry on this appreciation for words. The first poet she exposed me to was Saint Francis:
Not to Hurt…
Not to hurt our humble brethren (the animals)
Is our first duty to them, but to stop there is not enough.
We have a higher mission:
To be of service to them whenever they require it.
This simple first memorization and conversation with my grandmother launched my love of poetry and nature. I would read Robert Frost, Carl Sandburg, and Emily Dickinson for hours. When I was 17, my grandmother died and I secretly began writing poetry as a way to stay connected to her. All my poems were written on scraps of paper I kept in a box. As my life unfolded it was nature that provided me with ideas for writing and Georgia Heard became my mentor. The invention of digital cameras opened a new world to capture the essence of my observations.
Now, I am in a new stage of life – retirement. I miss sharing poetry and writing poetry with my students. There is nothing like a new book of poetry or well loved poem or picture book to inspire new ideas and having kids experiment with words, nature, and art. Lucky for me I have an eight year old neighbor. Olivia, who loves to play with words. Every Monday we sit at the kitchen table and read and write poetry. Let me introduce my poetry neighbor and friend – Olivia.
Poet Olivia
Photo by Nancy March
Olivia’s words…
I never had a writer’s notebook before, but I do now. I collect ideas, facts, photographs, illustrations, and new words. In the beginning I wrote stories and then I started reading and writing poems. I started writing poems from the freewrites in my notebook. My first freewrite was about skiing with my brother and it became my first poem – Skiing with Owen.
Olivia's Notebook Illustration
Photo by Nancy March
Olivia's Notebook List
Photo by Nancy March
When I want to write a poem I think about things that have happened or I use photographs I’ve taken. Next, I make a list or do a freewrite. Once I’m done writing I start to organize my writing by taking some words away and maybe adding new words. I like to use describing words and alliteration to make my poems sound good.
I like reading and writing poetry. Poems are like writing little stories. I like working on just the right words to make the poem perfect for me. I also love illustrating my poems or using a photograph.
I asked Nancy if she would be willing to share a teaching tip for sharing poetry with children, and she was.
This book centers on the belief that all students should be part of an environment that inspires them to think, question, and discover. When I work with Olivia, I start each session with the same belief that "purposeful and authentic writing and reading come from children's own authentic and passionate wonders and observations about their world." (page 5) Before we write poetry, we read lots of poetry and "look for craft in writing that we admire".
Those words should sound familiar to all those who had opportunities to study the work of Donald Graves. It truly was 20 years ago when I heard Donald Graves talk about The Writer's Life and decided I wanted all my kids to have the experience of living that life. For each poem we write, we have a stack of poems that guide us through revision and help us build our poetry toolbox.
Thank you so much to Nancy and Olivia for bringing a bit of their neighborhood to The Poem Farm! It has been lovely to have you here, and I wish you both a springtime full of poems.
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