Yesterday morning, I realized that it was World Poetry Day. OK, so I am not sure what that kind of holiday is but it sounds good to me! (I’m a sucker for writing-inspired-days). I decided that I would spend the school day, periodically writing down haiku reflections as my students were doing some poetry writing themselves (which we had already planned.) I also began sharing the haikus on Twitter when I had a few moments. Haiku works well with Twitter due to the brevity of lines and words.
The first poem came from the moment when I made the decision to write poems.
I celebrate poems
Small lines that entwine my heart
released to the world
On the drive to school, it was foggy. Very foggy. I was reminded of Carl Sandburg’s famous poem, and used that as a hook.
Sandburg speaks of fog
I see the cat this morning
shining bright car lights
As I pulled into the parking lot at school, the sun was trying to poke its way through the fog and mist. You could just make out the rays extended through the cloud cover. I know it was illusion, but it looked like strings from a balloon.
Defused sunlight drips
like tether lines off balloons
we chased as children
Before the kids arrive, and as I am getting ready for the day in my classroom, I often play (crank/blast) music in my room to gear up. I chose The Gaslight Anthem, a hard-rocking band that echoes Springsteen.
The Gaslight Anthem
soundtracks my morning with blasts
of blue-collar lives
I turned off the music as the clock struck 8:30 a.m. and then …
Noises in hallways
breaks the silence of morning
the day then begins
During our writing time, I watched the room, observing my sixth graders, writing lines myself.
They’re all poets now
carving out space between words
rhythmic thoughts collide
After the writing, there is the independent reading of novels. I’ve been amazing at how quietly and focused they can read for extended periods of time. (OK, so not everyone. But most of them)
Silence gets broken
only by pages turning
slowly, in their minds
The temperatures outside were reaching 70s by the end of the day and even I was looking wistfully out the window.
Inside; the Outside
beckons you to stare, helpless
as Spring comes alive
And finally, the kids went home, the school calmed down, and I closed up my classroom, walked outside to my van. I closed my eyes to take in the sun. Now, it is family time.
Out into the air
the building releases me
my mind shifts its gears
And that is my school day in haiku. If you are up for it, and you want to comment as haiku, I would be thrilled. (no pressure)
Peace (in the poetry),