We’ve been playing with syllable-count poems. This batch of Creative Writing students is so deliciously earnest. None of us remember to look at the clock during class, and we write and we write and then we’re scrambling to get out the door in time to get to chapel. Here is a syllable count poem based on my birthday (8-10-1-9-6-7):
The way your eyes shine fills my heart
I see the way it is growing in you
The capacity to love yourself
The way courage is dawning
As you step toward your star
Okay–it was a quick one and needs polish.
1. The voices of students in chapel this week: Victor and Nati talking about stereotyping on Tuesday, and yesterday Mackenzie’s song and Maddie’s beautifully open-hearted conversation about her brother. I know I say this often, but it is because it is true: If these are the people who are to take us into the future, it is going to come out okay. They’re brilliant, compassionate, thoughtful, and wise. They speak their minds clearly and well, inviting others into the conversation rather than telling their audience what to believe. I am proud, so proud of them.
2. A new thing. Anticipation. Revitalizing.
3. I have a Poet-Tree again! It’s on the bulletin board in my classroom, and it might look a trifle wonky, but my students have graciously complimented me on my efforts as it took shape, and today we’ll begin adding the leaves (their little poems). They respond with such fervor to anything visual.
4. I just asked Josiah what I am grateful for, and he said, “Me!” Which is the absolute truth. And for Ellis. And for Jon. And for all my family, and for You, too, of course.
5. Stories from the past. This morning Facebook reminded me that three years ago, Ellis told me that he was tired, but that he could fix that by stepping into his robot costume and turning on the revver-upper. I am still looking for my revver-upper, but meanwhile I will take deep breaths, sip my coffee, and imagine what it might be. Perhaps I need to make me a robot costume.
May we walk in Beauty!