Poetry Friday: Traces

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Poetry can put me in that place of “huh?”

Sometimes
ashamed.
Like the student who hid
in a corner because she
didn’t want her friend to know,
I edged into poetry.
Hidden.
Until I found
accessible
visceral
poetry

with
lots of
white space
to take in
quick
then
slow
and
slower.

Now I give my students poems.
And I worry.
Will they love this?
Does it push their ten-year-old selves gently?
Can they feel and see the words?

From behind a picture book, I hear, “that’s beautiful language.”
The one that hid reads a poem and
says, “hey that’s what I did!” .

Traces of absorption
enough to sustain.

 

Thank you, Amy Ludwig VanDerwater @ The Poem Farm for hosting this week and always providing beautiful poetry for kids.