Year 3
A year
devoid of
ideas
and empty of
words.
Things I have
discovered
on this
tenacious path…
Poetry
soothes and
allows me to
express
in a way that
Essay,
so natural to
me,
does not.
I want to
learn more.
When there is
a story,
there is most
likely—
a back-story.
Or a story
within a
story
to infer
to
understand.
It is here
that wisdom
waits.
Word play is
one of my “funs”
I enjoy
finding the right word—
Playing with
words.
Finding the
nuance.
Manipulating.
Concentrating.
Contemplating,
to choose the
just right
one.
Writing
within a community
brings
wisdom,
laughter
poignancy and
friendship.
Connecting
with words
across
Ether-net
and miles
between.
We join for
a cup of
coffee
and share
a smile,
a tear.
Words become
with writerly
practice.
Dormant
to bud
to bloom.
Writing…one
word by one
We become.
I become.
Thank you to Two Writing Teachers for
dedicating space and time for teachers and teachers of literacy to come
together to share ideas, practice and life experience.
I like that 'dormant to bud to bloom', Deborah. It's a lovely reflection of all that we did this month. Happy writing!
ReplyDeleteI too, have found poems came to me sometimes- surprised me, because I do not think of poetry first. Thanks for sharing your reflections!
ReplyDeleteWhen there is a story,
ReplyDeletethere is most likely—
a back-story.
Or a story within a
story
to infer
to understand.
It is here that wisdom
waits.
YES!!!!
What a lovely message to send us off, Deborah.
Thanks
I loved the back story idea to poetry because it is so true. You only get a few words to tell the tale so every choice is deliberate. The tenacious path grabbed my attention immediately. You were not devoid of ideas, ideas blossomed under your authorship and they will continue. Write on!
ReplyDeleteLove that last stanza! It's been such fun reading your slices - see you on Tuesdays.
ReplyDeleteYour eloquent celebratory piece contains many powerful messages Deborah. As one who relishes word play I found these words resonated strongly with me:
ReplyDeleteWord play is one of my “funs”
I enjoy finding the right word—
Playing with words.
Finding the nuance.
Manipulating.
Concentrating.
Contemplating,
to choose the just right
one.
Thank you for your considered contributions and responses across a marvellous month of writing.
SOLs seem to help us reveal, name back stories. I agree with you that poetry allows for expressions that are particular, necessary, breath-like. I get a sense that the dormant to bloom metaphor is larger than a seasonal nod. Your writing speaks to the largeness of discovery. I wish you well, friend.
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