 ©Graphic by Amber Fleek Welcome to Poetry Friday, hosted today by Trisha at The Miss Rumphius Effect. Amidst moving, Trisha is gracious doing Poetry Friday and doing it old school. Yesterday, Dave at Leap of Dave, offered the prompt for the monthly Spiritual Thursday Journey. This has been something that I decided to be curious about and join in this year. His prompt had these questions:
 A lot to ponder! And I want to speak especially to the first question bo t physical place. It made me think of a book I have been reading recently, Celtic Ways to Pray: Finding God in the Natural Elements by Ruth Lindberg Pattison. Visiting Ireland last June, resonated with me in a deep, deep way. I was home. I creturned very curious about how the Irish meld the Celtic beliefs with Christianity. I am a seeker, I always have been. Maybe in another life, I would have studied theology. Part one explores God in Earth and it was perfect for Dave's question about physical place. I have several to share below. I collect rocks (my suitcase was too heavy returning from Ireland and Scotland because of this). My photos are visual prayers.
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Patricia at Reverie is hosting Poetry Friday this week. Patricia is sharing a beautiful cento in honor of her fortieth wedding anniversary. Congratulations, Patricia. Maybe I put the cart before the horse by posting the student poetry project last week. So this week, I'm sharing my process.  I Am I am a blue dragonfly flitting from word to word I wake to the joy of sunrise I dream of the ocean and the full moon I am a blue dragonfly flitting from word to word I understand my fingers are typesetters, typing words into poems I worry about those I love in the middle of the night I believe the world needs more kindness I am a blue dragonfly flitting from word to word © Jone Rush MacCulloch  I started with writing in my note book figuring out what I might say. I wrote a list: fruit or vegetable, animal, verb, color, machine and location. Thinking about students, decided to provide a few more options as shown below.  Because I was in the class for two days. students were able to create the hands on one day and write the poems the next day. I wanted the students to think a little about the collage so they had this planning sheet. Not that they had to stick with it when creating the collage. I find it helps a little. I brought in a container of papers and items for collage (benefits of creating mixed media). I gave them a half sheet of 8 X 10 to collage on. Collage first. Trace hand. Cut out It is so interesting that some students were challenged to trace their hand and then cut it out. I offered papers with words that might have some connection with students. At least one student wrote and cut out his own words. I wished that I had more photos in my paper stash of a variety of animals. Students are resourceful because some of the kids drew their animals. Mrs. Fisher's Fifth Graders Poetry Art © Graphic by Amber Fleek
Janice at Salt City Verse is hosting us today. She is sharing some pretty wonderful new releases.
This week, I finally was able to teach the poetry lesson I planned for the end of March and ended up having to cancel my sub job due to an illness. It was a combination of creating a collage of the student's hand and then writing "I Am" poems. FYI, this is a class with 16 boys and 7 girls. © Amber Fleek, graphic Welcome to Poetry Friday! Linda at TeacherDance is hosting us. She is sharing a poem about kindness by Danusha Laméris. After the events of her week, she invites to collaborate on our own kindness poem. In January, I started a subscription for the Two Sylvia's Weekly Muse through Two Sylvia's Press. Each Sunday, an email appears with a new prompt, writing exercises, plus Q and A. The also include places to submit your work which is usually connected to the one of the prompts. For the cost of four lattes a month, this has been a game changer for my writing life.  This is a post about "if at first you don't succeed. In January, there was a prompt about rivers. The About A Place Journal was open for submissions with a river theme. I dove into the work of writing "Safe Zone" and submitted it. Turns out that this journal didn't take my poem. However, Written Tales was taking poems about "The Human Condition". Today, a copy Of Written Tales, vol. VIII arrived in the mail with "Safe Zone" in it. A bonus is that my friend, Moe Phillips, also has a poem in it the volume. Winners of Poetry BooksAnne Irza-Leggat, Candlewick Press, has graciously offered to send copies of the four poetry books by the authors I interviewed in April. Here are the winners:
Winner of Where I Live by Paul B Janezcko: Mary Lee Hahn Winner of The Dream Train by Sean Taylor: Patricia J. Franz Winner of Soccer Queens by Charles R. Smith: Denise Krebs Winner of Trees: Haiku from Roots to Leaves by Sally M. Walker: Margaret Simon. Please email me your addresses so Ane can send the books out. © Graphi by Amber Fleek Welcome to Poetry Friday. Rose at Imagine the Possibilities is hosting us this week with whispers of spring, daffodils, and hummingbirds. This week, I've been busy getting things ready for National Poetry Month 2023. Between Friday poet interviews and daily poetry videos from my students at Texas Women's University, and the Classic Found Poem, it will be chock full of poetry.  You're Invited. Share a Classic Novel Found Poem!I wrote this found poem from Frankenstein by Mary Shelley in response to a prompt in February about Frankenstein. Frankenstein, Chapter Five, a found poem I. A dreary night I might infuse a spark of being Into the the lifeless thing the rain pattered against the panes the candle nearly out the creature opened the dull yellow eye The wretch his limbs in proportion his yellow skin, hair a lustrous black teeth, pearly whiteness his watery eyes and straight black lips II. Different accidents of life not so changeable Deprived of rest and health I threw myself on the bed the dream vanished I was disturbed by the wildest dreams I held the corpse of my dead Mother I saw grave-worms crawling I started from my sleep The wretch The miserable monster I had created III. I took refuge in the courtyard, catching and fearing each sound My pulse beat, my palpitating of every artery. I sank to the ground. Langor and extreme weakness. Dreams had been my food Now a hell Avoid the wretch. © 2023, Jone Rush MacCulloch I will have a Padlet ready to be loaded next Friday. I will feature the Padlet on April 14. I can't wait to see your found poems on what you consider to be classic reads!  ©Graphic by Amber Fleek Laura at Small Reads for Brighter Days is hosting Poetry. She is previewing her project for National Poetry Month. She's invited others to play along. It sounds fun and engaging. Speaking of National Poetry Month, I will be sharing poem videos written by poetry friends. These poems were donated to my students at Texas Women's University for a midterm project. I am very excited to see these poems come to life. Last month, I participated in another collaborative effort with Spark 54. This project is organized by the fabulous Amy Souza. She paired me with Bianca Schrader who shared the following poem: Temples By Bianca Schrader Inspiration piece All things beautiful All things sacred All things worshiped, holy in quiet spaces. Sun-dappled anything. Curls of steam out of a favorite cup. Piles of books, some to be read, some just hopefuls. Unfinished projects. Cards from close friends. All things ordinary. All things precious, placed with purpose. All stories to tell. Soft light, quiet mornings. Late for work, out the door. Company is coming, sweep the floor. So that they may take their shoes off. Make yourself at home in mine. I’ll make it comfortable. I’ll try to let you in once you’ve entered! This is my church. I’m the god worshiped here and so are you. we are the same, you just built your church a little differently. All things beautiful. we are the same, you just built your church a little differently. All things beautiful.  © "Temple", 2023 Jone Rush MacCulloch This is my response to Bianca's poem. Mixed media. To see my Inspiration piece, "Portals" and Bianca's response poem, "Windows", visit Spark. Only a Month Away, Invitation: April 14, 2023 Classic Found Poetry Palooza  © design, Amber Fleek
Tanita at {fiction, instead of lies} is hosting Poetry Friday this week. She writes of seeds, writing and transformation. Today, I had the opportunity to guest teach in a fifth grade. We read from Winter Bees by Joyce Sidman and then wrote our own "deeper thinking" poems about winter. The class and I talked about trying to create a turn at the end of the pome. One student did a good job with it. Can you spot it? The students said I read the poem with a witchy voice.
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© design, Amber Fleek Tabatha at The Opposite of Indifference is hosting Poetry Friday this week. She's sharing a found poem by her daughter and reminding us about patience versus kicking-butt.  Ukrainian poet Taras Shevchenko Monument. Saint Petersburg, Russia January 20, 2023. REUTERS/Stringer .This week marks the unwanted anniversary of Russian invading Ukraine. Last Saturday, the interstate bridge over the Columbia River had many out in support of Ukraine with flags and signs. As one of the prompts of Laura Shovan's Poetry Travel, a different photo was shared about Russians honoring victims of from the January bombing. Sometimes the best I can do is to find a poem in the news. I found this article at Reuters. Found Poem from “Russians lay flowers at improvised memorials to commemorate Dnipro dead” Remembering the Dniro Dead laying flowers at the monument to Ukrainian poet, Taras Shevchenko improvised memorials victims of a Russian missile attack people were still unaccounted One ribbon read "Forgive" universal human values compassion, goodwill, grief one way or another this shouldn't become normal ©2023, jone rush macculloch Invitation: April 14, 2023 Classic Found Poetry Palooza ©design, Amber Fleek Welcome to Poetry Friday. This week Molly at Nix the Comfort Zone is hosting and her post on winter trees has my heart. I agree they are mesmerizing. Today I'm sharing a found poem by Moe Phillips. Moe is a poetry friend. We've taken classes together and shared poems in a couple of books edited by Sylvia Vardell and Janet Wong(Pomelo Books). She's also been published by The Dirigible Balloon in Chasing Clouds edited by Jonathan Humble. These are just a few places that Moe's been published. Moe is the ingenious creator of The Feisty Beast. We have been chatting about the idea of found poetry using the "Classics" and how fun it would be to invite others to find a found poem within the pages of their favorite classic. Today I am sharing Moe Phillips found poem. Moby Meadow From Moby Dick- Chapter One “Loomings” -Herman Melville Deep into distant woodlands winds a mazy way. Mountains bathed in their hill-side blue, like a snow hill in the air. The great floodgates of the wonder-world swung open. You wade knee-deep among Tiger-lilies. And there they stand- miles of them. Take almost any path you please. Feel such a mystical vibration. Like a grasshopper in a May meadow. There is magic in it. Be content. Surely all this is not without meaning. ©, 2023 Moe Phillips You're Invited!On April 14, 2023, I will be hosting Poetry Friday. I would like to make it a Classic Found Poetry theme. You're invited to find a classic and create a found poem from its pages. I am listening and rereading Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte for my found poem. I will create a pallet for us to put our poems on. I hope you'll be inspired and join Moe and me in creating a Classic Found Poetry Palooza.
Design: ©Amber Fleek Carol at Beyond LiteracyLink is hosting Poetry Friday along with sharing the wonderful exchange of New Year Postcards. Which is a co-inky-dink as I am sharing as well. (Just as a poem sunburst)  2023 Poetry Postcard Exchange for the New Year  Something I am curious(my 2023 OLW) about this year is what it feels like to submit more poems with intention. I am trying to live by the idea that if you never submit, you'll never get published. I discovered Southern Arizona Press recently which publishes several anthologies a year. They had a call for love poems and one of mine was accepted along with poetry friend, Moe Phillips. I also found out that another poem and two photos will be in the upcoming volume 13 of the Poeming Pigeon in the fall, 2023, And with submitting, you get those rejection notices. Which happened recently. Keep submitting is my mantra. If you follow Jane Yolen on social media, she frequently speaks of wins and rejections.
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