Thinking Through My Lens

It’s the last week of school…a hard time for teaching and if you can get students’ attention and focus (and that’s a big if!)

On this 30th day of April, my pockets are overflowing with poems: those I’ve read, those I’ve written, those I’ve taught, those I’ve admired, those that echo in my ears.

For a whole month we have been reading and writing poetry in my first grade classroom.

Some people are genius at following directions.

After a day of serious, serial interruptions, Dave’s Verselove invitation was to write about…interruptions.

Today’s Verselove prompt was to describe your place…down the dirt road, and my mind immediately went to the raindrops on the windshield as we drive down the freeway last night, to the music of rain on the roof overnight, of the evidence in the backyard af…

Imagine this as spoken word poetry, find the rhythm in the sound of the words, say them loud and clear.

Today in my first grade classroom we wrote under the influence of William Carlos Williams and his red wheelbarrow.

Walking UCSD’s campus is always interesting.

Inspired by both Verselove‘s onomatopoeia poem invitation by Margaret and NWP’s Write Out Write Where We Stand Challenge, I took a mental walk on the beach this afternoon.