Poetry Friday Roundup: The Master Speed

May is a rush: a birthday, our wedding anniversary, school is winding down with concerts and activities, scouts, sports, Mother’s Day. I hurry from activity to activity and, in my haste, leave a wreck of half-done and poorly-done. Yesterday I was weeding the garden path while thinking about a writing project until I pulled up one of my beloved scilla bulbs. Staring at the bulb in my hand, I remembered these lines from Robert Frost’s The Master Speed:

And you were given this swiftness, not for haste
Nor chiefly that you may go where you will,
But in the rush of everything to waste,
That you may have the power of standing still-

I spend May living in the next moment — thinking about the garden while driving the kids to sports, worrying about dinner while quilting, planning writing while gardening. I need to slow down and live in the now.

Two such as you with such a master speed
Cannot be parted nor be swept away
From one another once you are agreed
That life is only life forevermore
Together wing to wing and oar to oar.

Because “life is only life forevermore.” The only life you have is the life that you are living — right now. Today, I am going to my son’s Fairy Tale Theater. I am going to leave my phone in my car and give him my undivided attention. What moment will you be present in, today?

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April at Teaching Authors is sharing the first book she wrote — a free verse poem about a child who runs away to live with rabbits and slowly turns into one. And she has a giveaway as part of the blog’s 3rd Blogiversary book gift
certificate giveaway extravaganza.

Heidi at My Juicy Little Universe is back from a poetry workshop. She’s sharing a poem about baseball and poetry by Robert Francis.

At A Year of Reading Mary Lee Hahn shares an original poem about distractible ducklings.

Tara at A Teaching Life shares Maria Hummel’s poem Station.

Over at The Poem Farm Amy has a poem about making music with a blade of grass. She also has a fascinating interview with a speech-language pathologist who shares one of her student’s poem.

Go visit Jama’s Friday Feast but bring me back some dessert. Jama and Greg share poems from Greg Pincus’s new book The Late Bird and a luscious recipe for Chocolate Chess Pie.

Laura Salas is sharing To One Dead by Francis Ledwidge and a 15 Words or Less poem inspired by a leaning spruce.

Robin Hood Black shares her experiences at the “Poetry for All” Highlights Founders workshop. She also shared a few lines from my childhood neighbor, the incomparable Jean Craighead George, whom we lost this week.

At The Opposite of Indifference Tabatha is sharing an original poem about the O.O.U. and inviting us to join a Summer Poem Swap.

If you need a great poetry lesson plan, Laura at Author Amok shares a fascinating lesson plan for writing portrait poems. She also has some pretty awesome news to share — congratulations, Laura!

Ed at Think, Kid. Think! shares a funny poem about gnats. Be sure to click on his gnice illustration to see it up close.

Great minds must think alike because Carol also has several poems about savoring the moment.

Diane is sharing an original poem, “William the Liar,” at Random Noodling today. Kurious Kitty gets silly with Spike Milligan. Kurious K’s Kwotes’ P.F. quote is by May Sarton. At The Write Sisters she has “First Girls in Little League Baseball” by J. Patrick Lewis.

Linda at TeacherDance has a poem about the goodbyes that the end of the school year brings.

At Friday Reads, Anastasia shares a snippet from Big Birthday by Kate Hosford.

Dori is thinking about a quiet moment in her garden and planting Zinnias.

Violet wrote a funny poem about a teacher we all hope to neve get — Mrs. Backward.

Ruth has written a clever and touching poem about the ocean, and Siri.

At Gathering Books, Iphigene offers a poem about the life of an immigrant today entitled “Life in the Overseas” by a Filipino poet, Jose Dalisay, Jr.

Liz at Growing Wild shares “Birth Moon” — a poem she wrote at the Poetry for All workshop.

Andromeda has a poem from Arnold Adoff’s My Black Me at A Wrung Sponge today.

Father Goose has an original poem about creepy pets.

If you’ve been out in the garden, you’ll appreciate the acrostic bumble bee poem over at Hey Jim Hill.

Over at Check It Out, Ms. Mac has a new collection of haiku and photographs called Solace in Nature. Enter for a chance to win a signed copy.

Greg is up with a re-issue of the first poem he actually got paid to write, I Don’t Like Words over at GottaBook.

At Wild Rose Reader, Elaine has an original poem about Jonas Salk that she wrote for an anthology that is coming out this fall.

Renee at No Water River entertains us with Joshua Seigal’s “The Homesick Pirate”.

If you’re in a nautical mood after visiting Renee, visit Lori at On Point to read her haiku, Yellow Raft.

Janet at All About the Books shares a neat book called “Eureka!: poems about inventors” written by Joyce Sidman.

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Leave your links in the comments and I’ll get them up throughout the day. Except from 10-1 when I’ll be watching fairy tales performed by second graders.

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Random Act Of Kindness BLITZ!

A smile. An encouraging word. A thoughtful gesture. Each day people interact with us, help, and make our day a bit brighter and full. This is especially true in the Writing Community.

Take a second to think about writers you know, like the critique partner who works with you to improve your manuscript. The writing friend who listens, supports and keeps you strong when times are tough. The author who generously offers council, advice and inspiration when asked.

So many people take the time to make us feel special, don’t they? They comment on our blogs, re-tweet our posts, chat with us on forums and wish us Happy Birthday on Facebook.


Kindness ROCKS!
To commemorate the release of their book The Emotion Thesaurus, Becca and Angela at The Bookshelf Muse are hosting a TITANIC Random Act Of Kindness BLITZ. And because I think KINDNESS is contagious, I’m participating too!

♥♥♥As a not-too-random act of kindness, I’m donating Kate Messner’s upcoming book Capture the Flag to our elementary school library. Kate generously gave my son an autographed ARC of her book — she made his month. He has read and reread it. He got up at 6am on a Saturday to finish the book before leaving on a scout camping trip. He keeps it on a special shelf because he thinks having an autographed ARC is the coolest thing in the world. Knowing how much he loves it, I want to give a copy to our fabulous librarian who works tirelessly to find books kids will love.♥♥♥

♥♥♥As a sort-of-random act of kindness, I am making a mug rug (a mini-quilt that serves as a mug coaster) for my first and most frequent commenter, Linda. In addition to being a teacher, poet, mother, and grandmother, Linda somehow find time to leave heartfelt, thoughtful comments that brighten my day. Thank you, Linda. And, surprise! ♥♥♥

♥♥♥As a totally-random act of kindess, I am releasing four gently-used MG books into the wild — I’m leaving the books around town with a RAOK card. ♥♥♥

Do you know someone special that you’d like to randomly acknowledge?
Don’t be shy–come join us and celebrate! Send them an email, give them a shout out, or show your appreciation in another way. Kindness makes the world go round. :)

Becca and Angela have a special RAOK gift waiting for you as well, so hop on over to The Bookshelf Muse to pick it up.

Have you ever participated in or been the recipient of a Random Act Of Kindness?  Let me know in the comments!

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Diving — Poetry Friday

For Mother’s Day my 11 year old is giving me a book of poems that he wrote. Best Mother’s Day gift, ever.

He graciously let me share one of his poems with the world.

three simple steps
and the board groans as he
bounces
and he’s airborn
like a bird in flight
because he IS a bird
or a plane
not a train
he’s as graceful as a jellyfish
that floats in the waters of a reef
as he starts to
descend down
down
down
he swoops into the water
like a hawk swooping down on a mouse
with a splash like a mouse
and then pops back up
to meet the thunder
of the crowd
with a perfect
score
of
7

Boys write poems about unexpected subjects. I was a tomboy at 11, but I wrote poems about Chincoteague ponies, skiing, and wolves. My son wrote poems about a paracord bracelet, working out at the gym (he’s a gymnast), trackerjackers, and his best friend.

Go visit Irene at Live. Love, Explore! for more poetry.

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April journal quilt, May edition: WIP Wed.

So… umm… I fell really behind on my April journal quilt. Really, really, really behind — I’m just starting to cut the pieces and lay them out. I decided to use my dark reds that came out as purples to make a lilac bough.

Testing out relative values:
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Trying two of the colors:
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And then all four colors:
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I think that’s going to work. Now I just need to cut out dozens more of those flowers. And hand-paint the center of each blossom.

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Haiku – Poetry Friday

For the last two weeks I’ve broken my writing time into one hour chunks alternating with breaks. Stopping before I felt spent doubled (!!) my productivity. The only downside is having to re-focusing after taking each break. Remembering Laura and Robin‘s post about using haiku to get over writer’s block, I tried writing haiku — it worked like a charm. 17 syllables magically put my mind back into the flow of writing.
Here’s a couple of haiku I wrote. They’re underpolished, but they are my first haiku:

heads bowed by heavy
rain, the lilacs bend to touch
wet, greedy ground

and

cold floors; hot coffee –
another dawn. The signing birds
must have had their worms

If you want to learn how to write a haiku, I liked this post at Creative Writing Now.
Elaine at Wild Rose Reader hosts this week’s Poetry Friday, head on over.

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Tangle Heart

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Totally unrelated to anything post…

Gearbox (11) is going on his first backpacking trip this weekend. Since he went gluten-free last summer, he has to bring his own food for all the meals.

It’s going to be quite cold (night time temps in the 20′s) so he needs at least one hot meal. Gearbox doesn’t really know how to cook. His patrol shares one pot/stove so the meals have to be either eaten cold or cooked with just boiling water.

I need ultralight, gluten free, backpacking food that can easily be prepared by an 11 year old.

Help!

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Further thoughts on dyeing, WIP Wed.

While researching color forumulas, I discovered Leigh’s not-entirely-successful attempts at using color hex codes to create dye ratios. Reading her attempts saved me a lot of frustration because I was pursuing the same line of thought — I intended to use the hex codes from the palette I created last week to do some more dyeing.

Through her blog I also found a neat dye mixing tool.

And I discovered an article that helped me understand the Procion MX codes. It turns out that:

  • My blue (MX-R) hues towards red and is slightly dull in color. I need to buy a different blue for mixing colors.
  • My yellow (MX-8G) is a strong, pure yellow that hues towards green.
  • My red (MX-5B) is quite strong and hues towards blue (Fuschia is MX-8B so I have almost-fuschia).
  • Goodness only knows what my black hues towards because it is a mix (not a pure color).

This explains why some mixes are coming out beautifully clear but other colors are coming out muddy.
It also explains why I can’t get a decent red using the dye I have — I would need to mix it with an orange (such as Orange MX-2R) to get true red.
And why all of my red-blue mixes hue so strongly towards purple.

I bought Judy Walter’s out-of-print Creating Color: A Dyer’s Handbook and it arrived in the mail yesterday afternoon. Dense and technical, I can’t wait to sit down with it and a cup of coffee this afternoon.

Unfortunately I won’t get to dye again until the weather warms up.

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An early birthday present to myself – Poetry Friday

When I was a twelve, I read Bradbury’s Dandelion Wine. I was instantly smitten with the poetry of his writing. “Dandelion wine. The words were summer on the tongue. The wine was summer caught and stoppered.” When Bradbury came to Ann Arbor in the mid 90′s, I asked him to autographed my dog-eared copy of that book. Since I was twelve, I have wanted to make dandelion wine every spring when the dandelions come out.

I finally went after that childhood dream; we collected a bucket full of dandelion flower. I spent the afternoon plucking the petals:
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The petals will soak for two days in a gallon of spring water:
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My fingers are stained yellow and smell strongly of dandelion.

Sitting down at my computer I thought of Emily Dickinson’s dandelion poem. She appreciated the dandelion’s season-transcending power:

The Dandelion’s pallid tube
Astonishes the Grass,
And Winter instantly becomes
An infinite Alas –

The tube uplifts a signal Bud
And then a shouting Flower, –
The Proclamation of the Suns
That sepulture is o’er.

Come December I will go into the basement “[a]nd there, row upon row, with the soft gleam of flowers opened at morning, with the light of this June sun glowing through a faint skin of dust, would stand the dandelion wine. Peer through it at a wintry day — the snow melted to grass, the trees were reinhabited with bird, leaf, and blossom like a continent of butterflies breathing in the wind.” On my birthday I will “change the seasons in [my] veins by raising glass to lip and tilting summer in.”
Or at least that’s the dream.
In reality, the wine will probably taste terrible — there must be a reason you don’t see it at the wine store. Or come out as vinegar or worse because I’ve never made wine before. And I’ll be left wondering what all the fuss is about. Have you ever made it? Wanted to make it? Do you think dandelion wine is as transcendant as Bradbury makes it out to be?

For more poetry, head on over to Random Noodling where there’s a wonderful poem about a mountain I love, Mount Monadnock.
If any of you are going to the NESCBWI conference, I’ll be there on Sunday and I’d love to grab a coffee.

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