This time, Poetry Friday can be enjoyed with Elaine at Wild Rose Reader!
I wrote a poem of introduction this week.
I’m teaching students how to write memoir,
to write their lines, a knit of who they are,
with tiny rows that knit one, then pearl two
in colorful skeins of yarn. They can do
a word or more, sew them all together.
Lay the pattern well, it really doesn’t matter
what they choose as long as some truth weaves part
and most that’s kept comes finally from the heart.
There will be prose and poetry written in this class, and I wanted to share a few poems that I will share with students to show them possibilities. We’ve started to find the seeds of what memories we want to write about. Now we’ll write, but then choose the audience we’re writing for, and finally the style, or genre to use to communicate our choices.
Here are some poems I’ll share with my students that have pleased me as memories of the poet’s lives, all different looks at someone’s tiny moments.
The Summer I Was Sixteen by Geraldine Connolly
The Turquoise pool rose up to meet us,
its slide a silver afterthought down which
we plunged… The rest is here.
A Geography of Lunch by Mary Jo Schimelpfenig
My mother asks me if I like my sandwich.
I say I haven’t tasted it yet.
“What are you doing? Are you dreaming
off into space?” she says.
Marcus Millsap: School Day Afternoon by Dave Etter
I climb the steps of the yellow school bus,
move to a seat in back, and we’re off,
bouncing along the bumpy blacktop.
Back In The Playground Blues by Adrian Mitchell
Dreamed I was in a school playground, I was about four feet high
Yes dreamed I was back in the playground, and standing about four fee
I hope you’ve had a few memories rise as you read these. If you have favorites you can share with me, please do. I will appreciate it!