tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204430968023166999.post3916515670262652644..comments2024-03-26T05:18:01.915-04:00Comments on Portable Teacher: Poetry HelpsLee Ann Spillanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04650009312001849617noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204430968023166999.post-41155010403293938272018-03-09T10:09:02.839-05:002018-03-09T10:09:02.839-05:00Poem in Your Pocket Day is a fav because I get to ...Poem in Your Pocket Day is a fav because I get to share poems I love with students and staff!Beth Scanlonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03013556968803038443noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204430968023166999.post-6765607619370893752018-03-07T19:39:52.234-05:002018-03-07T19:39:52.234-05:00I love poetry and have reached a point in my teach...I love poetry and have reached a point in my teaching life in which I'd love to teach a class of only poetry. Thinking about my own father, his short life, and the struggles that accompany it, leads me to poems about the parent-child relationship: "My Father's Waltz," "Those Winter Sundays," some Kevin Smith poetry, "Digging" by Seamus Heaney, and of course Dylan Thomas's "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night." There are so many poems and poets I love. I've been reading more poetry collections, too, and one of my favorites is "Counting Dissent" by Clint Smith. Glenda Funkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07020745976555044975noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204430968023166999.post-80737946956264709372018-03-07T17:03:30.653-05:002018-03-07T17:03:30.653-05:00What a beautiful reflection on the power of poetry...What a beautiful reflection on the power of poetry. This poem, by Irish poet John O'Donohue, always comforts me.<br /><br />From "Beannacht"<br />May the nourishment of the earth be yours,<br /> May the clarity of light be yours,<br /> May the fluency of the ocean be yours,<br /> May the protection of the ancestors be yours.<br />And so may a slow<br /> Wind work these words<br /> Of love around you,<br /> An invisible cloak<br /> To mind your life.<br />https://onbeing.org/blog/john-odonohue-beannacht/<br />Thinking of you on this difficult day, Lee Ann.Catherine Flynnhttp://readingtothecore.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204430968023166999.post-42925001636974776892018-03-07T13:40:58.517-05:002018-03-07T13:40:58.517-05:00Thank you for such a rich slice; I will return to ...Thank you for such a rich slice; I will return to it. You wrote "poetry gives" and shared a wonderful classroom BD idea. It reminded me of Caroline Kennedy's "A Family of Poems" in which she shares that her mother had John and her write poems (copied favorites or composed originals) to make birthday cards for family members. They were not allowed to buy a card. May God comfort you in your loss. Alice Ninehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05302512837699702430noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204430968023166999.post-65147252552809861012018-03-07T07:45:59.597-05:002018-03-07T07:45:59.597-05:00What a wonderful reflection on poetry in the midst...What a wonderful reflection on poetry in the midst of your grief. I appreciate the links, the poems, the thoughts. For today, I offer you Adrienne Rich's poem Song. It is about loneliness and the pure longing in the poem sustains me sometimes. Here is the final stanza, then the link:<br /><br />If I’m lonely<br />it’s with the rowboat ice-fast on the shore<br />in the last red light of the year<br />that knows what it is, that knows it’s neither<br />ice nor mud nor winter light<br />but wood, with a gift for burning<br /><br />http://www.thepoetryexchange.co.uk/uncategorized/song-by-adrienne-rich/ Amanda Phttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00159512908314250339noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204430968023166999.post-53838943564948960922018-03-07T07:16:33.380-05:002018-03-07T07:16:33.380-05:00Thinking of you today and this past week. It is a...Thinking of you today and this past week. It is a tough time - keep writing, keep remembering, keep connecting. I love the birthday ritual you described and all the ways you describe using poetry. Poetry is a genre I struggle with. I love reading it and I play with writing it - it is just not natural. I can do it if I plan to do it - it just doesn't isn't something I am called to do. Your reasons may help me. Thank you -- sending strength and moments of shared loved today.<br />ClareClare Landriganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06413627163568088181noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204430968023166999.post-9789108125409274092018-03-07T06:54:35.656-05:002018-03-07T06:54:35.656-05:00I love poetry, as you probably know, and I love re...I love poetry, as you probably know, and I love reading about your connection with poetry. Poetry is healing to the soul. I am a huge Mary Oliver fan. Her poem "Wild Geese" saved me at a crossroads in my life. The first line, "You do not have to be good" echoes in my head over and over to keep my inner critic quiet. <br />I've been writing poems and printing them on photo cards to send to a list of 6 friends with cancer. Small gesture, but something. Here's one for you:<br />In this moment<br />beauty holds hands with frightful<br />inviting hope in<br /><br />God bless you as you process your loss and muddle through grief. Margaret Simonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04434866104385187658noreply@blogger.com