I have made a commitment to three things: finding time for Blue Space (beach, sky), Green Space (earth, woods), and the responses I have to poets & writers. I seek to discover the art of being.
In this session, I introduced the idea of SPINE POEMS -- using each word in a line from a poem as starters for the sentences. Three wonderful and dedicated writers showed up, which allowed me to create a series of my own, based on the lines I had pulled.
The lines are in italics. My poem follows. Below are all the titles and poets who wrote these lines.
Crying only a little bit is no use
Crying nearly nonstop that day
only dry eyes when students were present
a cavernous sorrow and pain
little did I know it was a
bit like the mouth of a river, this
is now so obvious, as I entered and learned to flow,
no loss, only gain, a new path
use(d) to get me to Wild Joy
The magic of the day is morning
The way I experience it
magic happens in those hours
of writing and music and clarity
the earlier the better, sun greeting
day rise, a rise within; it
is how I survive, a think I cherish
the routine I can't live without
morning practices keep me alive.
I put a seed into the ground
I will always remember when someone
put out the idea I should be a teacher
a surprise I dismissed outright, but a
seed was planted
into my inner self that always knew,
the way just needed illumination, so the
ground could be tread to reach this place.
if everything happens that can't be done
if I keep going in this direction
everything will fall into place
happens that the right moments twinkle
that I have trained myself to watch for, notice and
can't ignore when I know it's good
be that teacher, I hear a voice say.
done!
***While we wrote, the girls were playing different songs. I liked this artist that Grace chose:
Sources for spine poems:
"Crying" by Galway Kinnell
"Ballad of Morning Streets" by Amiri Baraka
"Tommy" by Gwendolyn Brooks
"if everything that can't be done" by e.e. cummings
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