White. White is a marshmallow, All soft and chewy. White is a cloud, All wispy and bright. White is the color of a blinding snowfall at night, when you trip over your snowman who gives you a fright. I see visions of ghosts at Halloween, and skeletons, too, with a brilliantly…
If you’ve been reading my blog for a while now, you might remember that I led a third-grade writer’s circle for six years. Weekly, during those six years, I’d return to the elementary school where my boys attended and work with six students, two from each third-grade classroom, on creative writing. Over those years, we…
Today is Poetry Friday. I decided to write about Santa Fe, New Mexico as that is where my husband and I just went on vacation. My posted poems are never fine-tuned, so I hope you find it acceptable. But, along that vein, I think that it might be interesting to pull my poetry posts (not…
Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about water. This life-giving fluid is our most precious resource. I fear for the future as we pollute, divert, steal, and abuse the water we have available to use on earth. Did you know that less than 1% of the water on earth is available for human consumption? It’s…
Earlier this week I saw a post on writing micro-fiction. Since I tend to be verbose, this interested me. My eldest son, now 25 and in graduate school, took a microfiction course in his senior year of college. Their charge was to write a story in 500 words or less. He told me it was…
Today is Poetry Friday! My haiku poems are inspired by our Labrador Puppy, Molly. I have long been a fan of haiku poems and worked with children of all ages to write this type of poetry that reflects ones’ observations. My past haiku have all been based on the traditional subject of nature. But today,…
Exploring Haiku Poems when I taught Writer’s Circle was one of my favorite activities. Some of the Haiku I offer today (the first and last) are examples from those lessons, as I would write alongside my students. The others are those Haiku that were inspired today by my previous writing. Although Haiku is meant to…
18 – A Haiku. Once, you are eighteen Dreams Alive In Front of You Fully breathe it in An Ode to Eighteen. In mid-life, I realize and acknowledge that I have become a lot of things….. a mother a wife a daughter a sister a friend a nurse a teacher a writer a jewelry…
Introduction to Poetry Friday for November 15th, 2019. Usually, my poems do not rhyme. I am very comfortable with that and often surprise the school children I’ve worked with on poetry when I tell them that poetry does not have to rhyme. But, the other night, while lying in bed, wide awake for two hours,…
Since it is poetry Friday I started to think about what I was going to write about today. I had children’s poetry books I got out of the library last week and could review one of those. I did really liked “The Free and the Brave: A Collection of poems about the United States” (2004). The…