I'm so happy to host Poetry Friday this week.
A new year, fresh and into the second month already. How does that happen?
Poetry Friday is a weekly happening for all who love poetry, Write it. Read it. Pass it on.
I found my first Poetry Friday post HERE. It was to announce the CYBILS POETRY winner for 2006. The post ran in February 2007. Thirteen years of Poetry Friday for me. Whether you are new to Poetry Friday or have many posts, welcome, welcome.
There were a total of eleven participants for the 2021 New Year Poetry Postcard Exchange.
This week I curated words from all the poems creating a FOUND poem. I hope you will consider joining the exchange in 2022.
Refusing to Wait for Springtime
Minted moon silverdrops, yesterday’s rain,
reflecting an invitation for merrymaking on the icy pond.
Beneath the surface, unseen creatures
busy themselves with an honest day’s work.
Chickadees flying free, blue herons perching
high in a tree watching the morning joy.
© jone rush macculloch (2021 draft)
Tuesday in Scottish Gaelic class, I found some Halloween phrases and worked to create a "found" poem with them.
If you ever want to know what ELL (English Language Learners) go through, I suggest learning a new language. I decided to record my poem. Halting, unsure, hesitant but I did it. You can find it here: https://youtu.be/eoxf6n8-pNo. Enjoy.
Head on over to Linda at TeacherDance who is hosting our Halloween Eve Poetry Friday posts.
Linda has a prose poem and another, "Sill Halloween". Enjoy.
WINNER, WINNER, PUMPIN PIE DINNER: JAMA, you won a copy of THIS POEM IS A NEST. Congrats!
Welcome to Poetry Friday. For other places to find poetry in the world, please go to Bridget at wee words for wee ones
If you haven't gotten THIS POEM IS A NEST by Irene Latham and illustrated by Johanna Wright yet, go to your nearest independent book store and order. What a delight: poems as nests and little nestlings inside the nests. Today I decided that I would play with the poem nest, "Autumn" and see what nestlings I could find.
It's really fun and soothing to do blackout poetry.
climb the branches
where the crispcool world
dizzy leaves flood
the stage below
a sun puddle, clouds still
imagine another life
the whisperweight of faith
with ancient memory
What nestlings can find? The art work is by one of my favorite local artists, Johanna Wright. I will be featuring an interview with her soon. Stay tuned!
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