Friday, September 23, 2016

Poetry Friday

Michelle H. Barns has a wonderful interview of Jane Yolen on her blog Today's Little Ditty.  Michelle also hosts a monthly poetry challenge inspired by the poet she interviews.

This month, Ms. Yolen challenged us to write a septercet....a form she invented. A septercet has seven syllables per line in a three line stanza.

My contribution to the challenge is my contribution for Poetry Friday. Thank you to Reading to the Core for hosting today's Poetry Friday roundup.

New Girl Literacies

We shared a computer desk
side by side, first day of school
I asked her, what is your name?

Shiny braids shook back and forth.
Oh, I see. Where are you from?
Left and right the braids – no, no.

EspaƱol? Or, Arabic?
Her hair now quite talkative
All the words quite clearly, NO.

I clicked on a map, her eyes
swept right, then she clicked a spot.
The braids at rest. Oh, Nepal!


© Linda Mitchell

Friday, September 16, 2016

Poetry Friday --don't miss lots of poetry fun at Michelle H. Barnes' Today's Little Ditty



Salas, Laura Purdie. Shrinking Days, Frosty Nights: Poems about Fall. Mankato, MN: Capstone, 2008. Print

Friday, September 9, 2016

Poetry Friday

I feel like riffing on Ludwig-Vanderwater....who was inspired by Mary Oliver who......oh, you know how this goes. Be sure to stop by Amy's amazing blog, The Poem Farm, for poetry, learning and an overall creative experience.














To a Visitor


I live in a cookie-size house
between bigger brick loaves.

Don’t worry.

There’s as much to love

and be loved in my cozy space.

Just kick off your shoes inside the door.
The cat will think it’s time to eat 
and wrap around your ankles,
purring and pushing you toward her dish.
See the books on the stairs
shelves, floor and table?
You might find a good mystery or sci-fi.
Go ahead and dive into a story. 
If you’re hungry, tomatoes grow
out back, beneath the kitchen window sill
by the basil and parsley gone-to-seed.
Don’t mind backpacks, socks, 
homework papers, water bottles.
These are feathers of squawking teens 
now at roost somewhere.
Come on in, find a spot.
The zucchini bread is fresh.
Coffee’s hot.


Click here to visit The Poem Farm



Tuesday, September 6, 2016

Slice of Life: Is Handwriting Dead or Making a Comeback?

I wrote a note to a student....who told me that they could not read it. And, the debate over handwriting hit me right in the face.

Once all but left for dead, is cursive handwriting making a comeback?

Thursday, September 1, 2016

Poetry Friday

My friend, Julie, challenged me to a six-word story. I started with September.

It was fun thinking up more. I may keep these a while...and see if I can knit them together into something.

Thanks to Penny Parker Klostermann, poet and author of There Was an Old Dragon Who Swallowed a Knight for hosting this week's Poetry Friday fun.

A Year in Six Words

September planted student rows, June’s hopeful harvest.
October pumpkins glow, orange Halloween smiles.
November leaves applaud bringing down the house.
December's spoon swirls spices, secrets and snow.
January, A bed made with hospital corners.
February makes lacy homemade valentines…..be mine?
March: A lion dressed in lamb's clothing.
April a peek-a-boo between rain clouds and sunshine.
More Poetry Friday fun at Penny Parker Klostermann's blog
May’s a picnic basket full of birdsong.
June’s moon a wedding bell in tune.
July’s stratospheric sparklers red, white and blue.
August a ripe moon, gold and sweet.

(c) Linda Mitchell

Thursday, August 25, 2016

Poetry Friday

If I could gather the world's adults....especially educators, I assign The Element:How Finding Your Passion Changes Everything by Sir Ken Robinson.

I am a Teacher Librarian of a certain age that just drove her eldest to their first year of University. After shedding a few tears, I listened to the final chapters of The Element on my drive home. I'm so glad my child chose the University they did. I know my darling will find their element there.

Near the end of his book, Sir Ken reads a  poem titled The Hundred Languages. Because it's a translation of Loris Malaguzzi's work, I am sure that it is more soulful in it's original language of Italian.

I want to foster all the languages of all my students....the ones I drive to university and the others I only know for a school year.

The Hundred Languages

No way. The hundred is there.
The child
is made of one hundred.
The child has
a hundred languages
a hundred hands
a hundred thoughts
a hundred ways of thinking
of playing, of speaking.

A hundred always a hundred
ways of listening
of marveling, of loving
a hundred joys
for singing and understanding
a hundred worlds
to discover
a hundred worlds
to invent
a hundred worlds
to dream.
(read the rest here)

Please visit Heidi at My Juicy Little Universe for more Poetry Friday

Friday, August 19, 2016

Poetry Friday

When a Recipe becomes Poetry of Sorts


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(c) Linda Mitchell