Renee LaTulippe at No Water River is our wonderful host today on Poetry Friday. She is extra sweet today because she is offering a candy bowl of treats, both from her own tasty words and from others who are joining her party. Come join her.
I brought some candy to share at your party, Renee!
Since Renee has shared the list of the Cybils’ Poetry Judges, I won’t repeat the list, but want to say I’m thrilled to be a part of this group, and looking forward to reading some of the best poetry that will arrive in the new year from the first round judges. I know I'll learn a lot from my group members!
My poetry becomes mixed fare as I write. It’s a goulash of school, home and family as I reflect upon the events of my life. Lately I’ve been reading a book titled Choice Words, by Peter H. Johnston who offers strong arguments and numerous examples of how our words as teachers affect students’ growth. As I read, I imagine my own scenarios throughout my teaching, wondering when and if I used the best words, in the best order. If that sounds familiar, it’s because it's a definition of poetry by Samuel Taylor Coleridge. And so I take that definition this time to apply to teacher talk instead of poetry, learning from another educator about those ‘best words’.
Teaching becomes my duality
if harmful practice becomes reality.
A face that becomes inscrutable because
of words (immutable by power) said,
is a soul who’s hurt deep inside
yet I mayn’t know which comments to hide.
If there is any way to lie
and still nudge others on to try
I’d oft prefer that words could bend
and save the relationship I tend.