Showing posts with label Poems about People. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poems about People. Show all posts

Friday, December 14, 2018

Stories About People We Meet



Three Keys
Photo by Amy LV


(I will record this poem as soon as my voice returns!)

Students - Today's poem idea came from a lucky meeting I had just this week, a meeting with a young boy at East View Elementary in Olean, NY who really does collect keys and brought his collection to school for show and tell earlier this year.  Since I also like keys, we had a little talk about them...and next time we meet, we'll each bring our keys to share.  (I will give him one of mine!)  With permission of his mom, here is a picture of Reagan with his key collection:

The Real Key Collector
Photo by Amy Martin

Each day, every one of us has the chance to chat with people, to learn about their interests and hobbies and loves.  Sometimes one of these chats will flip a switch inside of our writing selves, will cause us to say, "This is so interesting!  I want to write about it!"  But first, we must listen.  Try that this week: listen to people you normally may not have listened to.  Ask questions.  And later, jot what you remember.  Any one of your observations or fascinations may grow into a piece of writing.

Now, please know that this poem is not completely factual.  The only part I know is factual is that there lives a boy with a key collection.  I do not know what his key box is made of, or if his collection includes a diary key or two skate keys.  These parts I made up.  But the boy with the key collection...that's true.  I know him!  Writers can do this -- mix a bit of true and a bit of fiction to make a new story.

If you are ever  unsure of how to begin a poem or a story of your own, try starting with these words -- There once lived a...  As some of you know, I do this often.  You can always erase or cross out or delete this line later if you wish, but it is a good and clear doorway in.

Please visit my other blog, Sharing Our Notebooks, to find out the winner of the moon journal! 

Laura is hosting this week's Poetry Friday roundup at her generous blog today, celebrating Jona Colson's new book SAID THROUGH GLASS.  Please know that every Poetry Friday, we gather together to share books, and poetry ideas all at one blog.  Everyone is always welcome to visit, comment, and post.  We invite you!

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Friday, October 6, 2017

Capturing Scenes & A Poetry Peek!



Easel Draft at Hamilton School
Photo by Amy LV




Students - Last week, I was very lucky to visit Alexander Hamilton School in Glen Rock, New Jersey.  As part of my visit to NJ, I took the train to see our daughter Hope at college in New York City.  On that trip, the moment you read about in today's poem....really happened.  So of course I wrote about it in my notebook.

Then I wrote about it in front of students at Hamilton School on the easel above.  And I couldn't stop thinking about it.

Certain scenes are like this - they stay in your head, stuck like peanut butter to the roof of your mouth.  Something so beautiful, peaceful, frightening, fascinating...wants to live on.  Writing helps us hold such scenes close.  Writing gives us our lives back again.  

Cesare Pavese wrote, "We do not remember days, we remember moments."  It's true.

Today it is my pleasure to welcome my friend Shirley Thacker, a wonderful teacher friend who studied with the Indiana Writing Project and taught primary students for 42 years.  A believer in writing and in building "communities of respectful brothers and sisters who accept all people and their strengths and weaknesses," Shirley joins us today to share how she writes poetry with second through fifth grade students after school and in summer Comp Camps at Wes-Del Elementary in Gaston, Indiana.  Shirley says, "Sharing is key...this is why I write. I want someone to listen."  Welcome, Shirley and welcome, young writers!


I believe there has to be a reading/writing connection.  If you read like a writer and write like a reader, your life is forever changed.  So that being said, I give a couple of weeks of choice writing while we immerse ourselves in reading in the genre we will write next.  Then when our new writing cycle starts, students will some background information to hold onto.

Before our poetry writing cycle, we have had a couple of weeks to look at poetry, reading a great variety of poems, so by the time we start writing poetry, we have learned some writing craft: onomatopoeia, just right word choice. bold nouns, vivid verbs, magic three, simile, metaphor, and more. 

Day one of poetry, students are sitting on the carpet and I tell them we will be learning how to write poems.  I invite them to watch a poem in the making. . . I am by the chart paper.  I usually choose something they won't want to copy, a topic such as coffee or my dog, Yuri.  They are watching me ponder and think.  They know that to write, you have to choose something you know about.

"I think I will try Yuri. .  .. I need a word bank to form the poem. I will write all the words that I can think of along the and down the right side of the chart paper. . . . "

Shirley's Poem Draft
(Click to Enlarge)

"Now I am ready to shape my poem. . .  Let me think. . ..hmmm"

Yuri 
by Mrs. Thacker

My little golden doodle,

Furry with beautiful eyes. . . 

like Yuri Zhivago.!

Reddish-brown like dried  pine needles.

Loved doggy school,  . . TWICE!

Can sit, shake paw, and go down. . . 

Naughty boy . .  .

Chewed Bic razor! . . .

Off to animal hospital 

lots of x-rays!  

My little lap baby,

YURI!

After this demonstration, I invite students to "Have a go at it"  . . . students go back with notebooks and have a no walk, no talk period of 10-15 min. . . while I write too!  Then we can buddy up for help and suggestions or sharing.

The next day I write a poem on a chart or return to my first poem to show revision in a different color marker. I want the students to get the idea that revision is part of writing.

When they are peer editing/sharing , I might be conferencing, walking around listening to their poems.  Students may publish or write new poems at any time.  Sometimes students will want to read more to get ideas. The room looks like a newspaper office with everyone doing what they need to do! This is the best 45-60 min in our day.

Here are a few poems from students in last year's Comp Camp.

Rainstorm
by Chloe (grade 2)

BOOM
Splash, drip
The thunder growling
Lightning!
Flashing through the windows.

It's getting louder,
And LOUDER.

Then it stops.
The sun is out!
A RAINBOW!
BYE!
See you later, 
Rain



Pink 
by Alaina (grade 3)

Pink is the color of...
A highlighter, my hair tie, my bed and blankets

Pink is the color of...
My shirts and pants, my notebook.

Pink is the color of...
Watermelon, jolly rancher, and sweatshirt.



Rainstorm
by Brock (grade 3)

I make people fright
I make them cry
I make puddles
I make sparks and electricity!



Chair
by Norah (grade 3)

I am a MAD chair!
Kids fall on me...
BAM!
Kids slam me,
Kids sit on me...

Huh, huh, huh!

Pay back time!!!



Mrs. Thacker
by Carter (grade 3)

Mrs. Thacker is the bomb!
Rad
So the best hugger.
The best storyteller
The best singer.
Awesome teacher!
Cool!!
Book Lover
Nice person
READER!


Darkness
by Callie (grade 5)

The sun is so dark
Darkness
I see a
Person. Oh wait, it's
A rock
Darkness
I hear a horse
Oh Wait, 
It's Mr. Shaffer
Darkness, 
I see the Darkest soul
Of them all!

Darkness,
Oh yes,
Darkness



Nature
by Ella (grade 5)

The wind was blowing through the trees,
The wind chimes sing a song with keys,
Around around everywhere we go.
Nature tells us something we don't know
Over there and over here
There's nothing ever to fear!



Summertime Storms
by Jennah (grade 5)

I don't have much fear
When storms are near
But when wind blows
My scared expression shows!

Crashes of thunder
Flashes some lightning
This weather is
My heart's everything

Hail starts to fall
From a sky full of gray
I wish I could
Be outside to play,
But Mom says," "NOT TODAY!"
Branches of trees 
Scatter the ground
There are so many things
Making a sound

Not a tornado was in sight!
I'm really glad!
Didn't take flight
Storm has passed
It went by
Very FAST!



Orange 
by Kasen (grade 3)

Orange is the color...

Morning and dawn.
Lawn in winter
Lava at the center of a volcano
Lots of things
On our beautiful earth!



Please Don't Go
by Malachi (grade 4)

Don't go bye bye
In front of my eyes.
Just don't die...
I love you KYE!

Please don't go
You stole my heart.
I know...
I will fall apart.

PLEASE DON'T GO!!!


Thank you so much, Shirley and poets, for joining us here at The Poem Farm today! It was a treat to have you here and to read your words.

I would also like to thank the amazing Donna Farrell, for her gorgeous work redesigning the look of The Poem Farm, Sharing Our Notebooks, and my website.  I am incredibly grateful to her.

Please visit the latest post at my other blog, Sharing Our Notebooks and comment by Saturday, October 14 to win a copy of Caroline Starr Rose's latest book!  She's sharing a poem AND a peek inside of her notebooks.

You can find more poems and poemlove over at Violet Nesdoly/poems as the warm and wise Violet is hosting this week's Poetry Friday roundup, where everyone is always welcome to read, comment, and link in with us!

Sunday, April 9, 2017

Writing the Rainbow # 9 - White


Welcome to my National Poetry Month project for 2017!  Students - Each day of April 2017, I will close my eyes, and I will reach into my box of 64 Crayola crayons.

Aerial View of Crayola Box
Photo by Georgia LV

Each day I will choose a crayon (without looking), pulling this crayon out of the box. This daily selected crayon will in some way inspire the poem for the next day.  Each day of this month, I will choose a new crayon, thinking and writing about one color every day for a total of 30 poems inspired by colors.

As of April 2, it happened that my poems took a turn to all be from the point of view of a child living in an apartment building.  So, you'll notice this thread running through the month of colors. I'd not planned this...it was a writing surprise.

I welcome any classrooms of poets who wish to share class poems (class poems only please) related to each day's color (the one I choose or your own).  Please post your class poem or photograph of any class crayon poem goodness to our Writing the Rainbow Padlet HERE.  (If you have never posted on a Padlet, it is very easy.  Just double click on the red background, and a box will appear.  Write in this box, and upload any poemcrayon sharings you wish.)

Here is a list of this month's Writing the Rainbow Poems so far:


And now...today's crayon.  White!

Hidden
by Amy LV




Students - I wasn't sure where to go with today's color.  White.  What is white?  Well, as I'm writing about living in an apartment building each day this month, I realized that every apartment I have ever lived in had white walls.  As soon as I realized this, I knew that my poem would be about walls.

But what about walls?  Well, white walls alone was not enough for me.  I did consider writing about staring up at a white ceiling, daydreaming.  But then I remembered.

I remembered that when we moved from one home to another thirteen years ago this month, we traced our children's hands deep inside a closet.  I learned later that the new owners left these hands when they painted. And now they have also moved...I wonder if the new-new owners wonder about us.

In between the last two lines of this poem you find a question hanging in the air.  I didn't write the question, but can you figure out what it is?  I imagined that a reader would say, "Do YOU make up stories about the people who lived here before you?  About the people who traced their hands?"

What life questions do you have? If you are Writing the Rainbow with me, you might choose to connect the color you choose (or the color I chose) to a question. Colors can take us anywhere.  And if you'd like to join in with your own poem at our Writing the Rainbow Padlet, please do! It is quite a beautifully hopping place.

Don't miss the links to all kinds of Poetry Month goodness up there in my upper left sidebar.  Happy ninth day of National Poetry Month!

Thank you to everyone who joined last evening's "Art and Joy of Poery" #nctechat on Twitter.  It was a delight to host, and the chat will be archived by NCTE tomorrow.  I'll share the link in the sidebar.  xo

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Thursday, April 6, 2017

Writing the Rainbow Poem #6 - Yellow Orange


Welcome to my National Poetry Month project for 2017!  Students - Each day of April 2017, I will close my eyes, and I will reach into my box of 64 Crayola crayons.

Aerial View of Crayola Box
Photo by Georgia LV

Each day I will choose a crayon (without looking), pulling this crayon out of the box. This daily selected crayon will in some way inspire the poem for the next day.  Each day of this month, I will choose a new crayon, thinking and writing about one color every day for a total of 30 poems inspired by colors.

I welcome any classrooms of poets who wish to share class poems (class poems only please) related to each day's color (the one I choose or your own).  Please post your class poem or photograph of any class crayon poem goodness to our fast-growing Writing the Rainbow Padlet HERE.  (If you have never posted on a Padlet, it is very easy.  Just double click on the red background, and a box will appear.  Write in this box, and upload any poemcrayon sharings you wish.)

Here is a list of this month's Writing the Rainbow Poems so far:

(Comment on this 3/30 post for book drawing through 4/11)

And now...today's crayon.  Yellow Orange!

In Between
by Amy LV




Students - I was hoping to choose a warm color for today's poem...and I did.  I sat for a while wondering where this young character might see yellow orange in her apartment building.  Then I remembered when I lived in New York City and how enchanted I was by the colors of plants I saw growing on fire escapes and too, at streetside shops.  The bursts of color warmed my heart.  

But who would grow a fire escape garden in this community?  Well, I had to make Miss Johnson up. Truth be told, though, she may have grown from a real life Mr. Johnson, the school custodian from my own elementary school so many years ago.  

Mr. Johnson was so kind to all of us children, and his office and cleaning supply room was like a jungle!  He had tens of ferns and big blooming green trees and plants growing on every surface. I do not know if Mr. Johnson ever had any children, but he treated us (and those ferns) as if we were his very own kids.

Perhaps today, if you are Writing the Rainbow with me, you will make someone or something up.  A wondrous part of writing is when we can surprise ourselves.  We never do know everything we think or can imagine until we begin creating.  And who knows...perhaps what you invent will be connected somehow to your own real life. Try to see if you can figure out how.

Colors can take us anywhere.  And if you'd like to join in with us on our WRITING THE RAINBOW PADLET, please do!  It is growing like crazy, with calendars and videos and poems and book suggestions.  Please join us!  We're only 1/6 of the way through our month-long poetry rainbow!

Don't miss the links to all kinds of Poetry Month goodness up there in my upper left sidebar.  Teachers - tonight don't miss the below Twitter chat...so many wonderful poets!


Happy sixth day of National Poetry Month!

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Tuesday, April 4, 2017

Writing the Rainbow Poem #4 - Olive Green


Welcome to my National Poetry Month project for 2017!  Students - Each day of April 2017, I will close my eyes, and I will reach into my box of 64 Crayola crayons.

Aerial View of Crayola Box
Photo by Georgia LV

Each day I will choose a crayon (without looking), pulling this crayon out of the box. This daily selected crayon will in some way inspire the poem for the next day.  Each day of this month, I will choose a new crayon, thinking and writing about one color every day for a total of 30 poems inspired by colors.

I welcome any classrooms of poets who wish to share class poems (class poems only please) related to each day's color (the one I choose or your own).  Please post your class poem or photograph of any class crayon poem goodness to our Writing the Rainbow Padlet HERE.  (If you have never posted on a Padlet, it is very easy.  Just double click on the red background, and a box will appear.  Write in this box, and upload any poemcrayon sharings you wish.)

Here is a list of this month's Writing the Rainbow Poems so far:

(Comment on this 3/30 post for book drawing through 4/11)

And now...today's crayon.  Olive Green!

Mr. B. Tips his Hat
by Amy LV




Students - I picked Olive Green out of my box yesterday morning before driving to South Davis Elementary for a (wonderful) school visit.  And as I told the K-2 students yesterday, the back part of my brain was working on Olive Green ideas all day long.  The front part of my brain was teaching and performing with puppets and sharing poems with students...but the back part was silently and secretly working away on this poem you just read about Mr. B.

One of my favorite parts about writing is that a writing person can live more than one life at the same time.  In the same way that reading a book allows me to live my own life and the life of a character in a book...writing allows me to live my own life and the life of whatever writing surprises decide to land in my brain branches.  So, if I'm reading a book by someone else AND writing on my own...it is like having three lives at the same time!

If you are Writing the Rainbow with me, you might choose to connect the color you choose today to a person...or not.  People are certainly filled with colors, though...and you might want to at least try making a list of which people, in any way, match the color you selected today. Colors can take us anywhere.  And if you'd like to join in with us on our WRITING THE RAINBOW PADLET, please do!

Don't miss the links to all kinds of Poetry Month goodness up there in my upper left sidebar.  Happy fourth day of National Poetry Month.  

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Friday, September 23, 2016

Griffins Mills Cemetery: Go Somewhere, Watch People



Griffins Mills Cemetery - West Falls, NY
Photo by Amy LV




Students - About a month ago, I stopped in a local cemetery to walk around, to think.  I often do this; something about the quiet dead reminds me to live while I can, something about the stones and stories speaks to me.  

Well, on this day, I paused in my car for a bit as a woman visited graves and placed flowers -- some on the headstones and some stuck into the dirt, as if she were planting them.  I was moved by her thoughtfulness. When the woman left, I followed her path, reading the names of the people she had visited.  I imagined they were her friends.

I wrote about this in my notebook, drafted an early poem, and revisited it, playing with form and sound and line breaks for today's poem.

Places.  People.  Go somewhere and just watch.  Think about the stories going on all around you, the ones you might miss if you're thinking about what you need to do later or if you're looking down at a phone or a game.

Just go somewhere with your notebook.  Watch people.  The world is full of stories waiting for each one of us.

Many congratulations to Kathleen Sokolowski, winner of Georgia Heard's AWAKENING THE HEART and HEART MAPS!  Thank you again to Georgia for such an inspiring post last week, and thank you to Heinemann for the generous giveaway.  Kathleen - please send me an e-mail to amy@amylv.com with your snail mail address, and I will forward it on to Heinemann.

In my other online home, I am so happy to welcome fellow Poetry Friday blogger, writer, and teacher Kiesha Shepard to Sharing Our Notebooks.  Stop on over there, peek into her notebooks, leave a comment...and maybe, just maybe, thank you to Kiesha, you might win a Mary Oliver poetry book.

If you are a teacher in an urban school, and if you are interested in trying a poetry lesson or two, please send me an e-mail to amy@amylv.com.  I am writing a book which will include student poems, and so this is a possible (unpaid, but cool) publishing opportunity for students in grades 2 - 8.  

Catherine is hosting this week's Poetry Friday roundup over at Reading to the Core.  All are always welcome to visit the roundup, to meet new poems and friends.

Pink Carnation Gift
Photo by Amy LV

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Friday, July 1, 2016

It Might Have Been Different - Listening for Echoes



Amy, November 1970
Photo by Debby or George Ludwig



Students - Today's poem is, I suppose, a cross between my own curiosity about what my life would have been like if I'd been born elsewhere (would I be me?) and my sadness about racism and fighting and war.  Each of us is plopped into a life situation beyond our control, and at some point....we begin controlling it more and more.  I feel very fortunate to live in a peaceful place, yet I am very aware that it could have been different.

Writing that last sentence, I heard an echo in it.  In her wonderful poem Otherwise, poet Jane Kenyon repeats the line, "It might/have been otherwise."  And at this moment, I know for certain that the title of today's poem came straight from Kenyon's poem, one I have read over and over again.

Remember to reread poems and books that you love.  When we do this, the rhythms and melodies of line and story become embroidered upon our own writing hearts.

Over at my other blog, Sharing Our Notebooks, you can find out who won the book giveaway of Aimee Buckner's NOTEBOOK KNOW-HOW.  Coming next over there is recent high school graduate, Alexandra Zurbrick, and I am excited to welcome her.

Today you can find Poetry Friday over at Tabatha's place, Tabatha Yeatts: The Opposite of Indifference. Please stop on by and check out this week's poetry joy.

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Monday, March 11, 2013

Lesson - Learning from Everybody

Hello Goodbye
by Amy LV


Click the arrow to hear me read this poem to you.

Students - In our old neighborhood, there lived a man who walked backwards.  Up and down the sidewalks he would go, fast and without talking.  We didn't know him, but we wondered about him.  Today, ten years later, I find myself still wondering about him. When I sat to write on a blank piece of paper, he appeared.  Why?  I'm not sure.  It may because we were talking about him the other day.  It may because I've been reading THE BIG ORANGE SPLOT by D. Manus Pinkwater, first published in 1977, aloud a lot lately. This book celebrates living in your own way, and I admire people who do that.

Sometimes when we see something different, our first reaction is to dislike it or to make fun of it or to turn away.  But if we think more deeply, we will often have a different reaction, perhaps one of admiration.

Do you know someone who may seem unusual in some way?  What can you find to admire?  What can you learn?  What can you write?  (Remember not to write something that will hurt someone else; words are powerful.)


The structure of  this poem is quite simple.  It's written in a conversational style, almost as if the speaker is telling you a secret.  And there's a bit of rhyme too.  You may have noticed that the whole first part, the first nine lines, pretty much describe the backwards-walking-man. But as the poem zeroes in toward the ending, in those last four lines....you see the connection in the speaker's heart.

I am so happy to welcome Angela Stockman to Sharing Our Notebooks, my blog about writers notebooks, this month.  Visit here to take a peek inside her notebooks and leave a comment to be entered into a drawing to win one of her favorite books!

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