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Heidi at my juicy little universe is hosting this week. I’m happy to say that she’s has an informative video, “We Teach Poetry”. She invited Margaret Simon and me to share our thoughts. It…

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"Like the Moon" by Catherine Flynn

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Poetry Friday: Another Inklings Challenge

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The February Challenge came from Molly. She borrowed a challenge from Audrey Gidman and asked us to “Write a poem after Wendell Berry’s “Like Snow” — word for word. Here is my response: &#822…

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Moon poem by Michelle Kogan

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It's been quite a busy season round these parts, so I especially loved getting in the mail my Winter Poem Swap gift from Michelle Kogan. I am a huge fan of Michelle's art and poetry, so I knew the package would be full of delights...and it was!

Michelle gifted me some watercolor pencils, which I have already been experimenting with (while on hold during a phone call! :) along with forest-y bookmarks and the most marvelous Moon gift:

Y'all, it's an accordion notebook! With a gorgeous moon! And the poem is one Michelle wrote by finding words in my book THE MUSEUM ON THE MOON. Isn't that so so special? I just want to hug it...and I have! So many thanks to Tabatha, our Poetry Swap Mama, and of course to my moon sister Michelle.

olive branch of Peace...

A Moon wish for humanity.

This week's ArtSpeak: LIGHT poem features the garden! And a triolet-which, as it turns out, is kind of my go-to form whenever I'm stuck. Only 8 lines to start with, and really, once you've written just two lines, you've written most of the poem!

Here are links to some other triolets I've written:

Triolet for Planting Day

"Humility" from DICTIONARY FOR A BETTER WORLD

"Welcome, Earthlings!" (triolet that opens THE MUSEUM ON THE MOON)

I do, often, take liberties with the form. So I'd call today's poem a "variation on a triolet."

Here's why: The triolet calls for a repeat of the second line as the final line of the poem. That doesn't always suit my poetic aesthetic, because I often want the poem to go somewhere, not just back around. So...here I took the second line (all about winter root growth) and wrote a "parallel" final line all about spring growth.

* Let this be your reminder that forms are great, but if your poetic sensibilities lead you AWAY from the form, that's okay! Just call it a variation, and you're good to go!

There's a garden under that snow.
Deep in cozy soil, roots stretch, unfurl.
Plants need privacy, did you know?
Yes, there's a garden under that snow.
Plants carry the light required to grow
while winter sky is all storm and swirl.
There a garden under that snow!
Come spring, watch green shoots pop, uncurl.

Thanks so much for reading! If you are in the Birmingham area, Charles Waters and I would love to see you Tuesday night, Dec. 19, 6 pm at Hoover Library where we are closing out the "Stories of Exile" series with a presentation about AFRICAN TOWN. See you there!

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It's been quite a busy season round these parts, so I especially loved getting in the mail my Winter Poem Swap gift from Michelle Kogan. I am a huge fan of Michelle's art and poetry, so I knew the package would be full of delights...and it was!

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You, Moon, a Poetryaction to the Museum on the Moon • Laura Purdie Salas

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Happy Poetry Friday! (Wondering what Poetry Friday is? Click here.) I haven’t read as many picture books/poetry books this year as I usually do. But I finally got my hands on one I’ve been eager to read. I bet you’ve read or at least read about Irene Latham’s lovely The Museum on the Moon poetry […]

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Poetry Friday: Healing Poetry

December 9, 2023 by margaretsmn

Have you ever had that student? The one who sits in the back of the class, holds herself in tight, rarely, if ever, raises her hand to share a poem with the class. The closet poet.

That's not me because I believe in writing with my students and sharing my vulnerable poet self so they feel safe sharing theirs. And most of the time, it helps. I'll share, then the shy ones will look at me with their longing eyes asking "Is it OK?" They know that poetry is a little piece of themselves. It's bleeding on paper as someone famous said.

I wasn't going to post for Poetry Friday. Life is just so full of family and busy that I can't get caught up. But when I read A's poem, I felt compelled to share it and how she came to write it.

I presented Irene Latham's poem "Peace" from Dictionary for a Better World. Irene shared it in her newsletter here. This poem came at the perfect time in my lesson planning because we talked about symbolism this week. Irene so effectively used chocolate as a symbol of peace. There were so many wonderful craft moves to notice. Then I set my students loose to write. I invited them to create their own metaphor for peace and to borrow the phrase, "If only".

A's words both broke my heart and then healed it. At the age of 10, she expresses her internal life of anxiety and hope in a mature way. And yes, there were tears. I am privileged to be her teacher, her friend.

From the Tide, To the Moon (A letter from a friend to a friend)
If only we all
could just look up in the sky
and see that things aren't that bad.
We aren't that different.
We're all human.

If only the stars could join us
and show us peace in the world.

If the moon could tell the tide
to think for itself.
To flow on its own.

And when you tell me
when to make decisions,
me when to make a choice
and what choice I should make,
think about how different we are
from the tide and the moon.

You aren't the moon,
So beautiful that we stare up at it.
I am not the tide,
That flows without ecstasy.

Not a moment of freedom.
No justice for the torrent.
Leave me be.
Leave me to my space.
Leave me to my freedom.

But don't leave me...
My friend.
Adelyn, 5th grade

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Have you ever had that student? The one who sits in the back of the class, holds herself in tight, rarely, if ever, raises her hand to share a poem with the class. The closet poet. That's not me because I believe in writing with my students and sharing my vulnerable poet self so they...

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Writing a Small Poem
What is the story? Did you know that the moon expands and contracts as the temperature changes? The instruments that detected this landed on the moon in 1972, but this seismic activity fact wasn't "discovered" until this year when new algorithms were developed to examine the old data. Whoa!

I've written two books about earthquakes, so I knew that earthquakes were caused by plate movements. But there are't any tectonic plates on the moon (as seen in this 2015 NASA photo). Seismic activity on the moon is thermal! That's my NEW DISCOVERY story - and my fourth and final September #smallpoem.

Now it's your turn! What is your NEW DISCOVERY story?

A #VerseThursday writing prompt for Poetry Friday.
Copyright © 2023 Anastasia Suen All Rights Reserved

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MOONQUAKE #freeverse by Anastasia Suen #SmallPoem #PoetryPrompt for #poets #students #teachers #libraries on #VerseThursday

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Evenings darken earlier now, and when I go out I notice the moon, right there, shining down on me. This past week it was a waxing crescent, lightly clouded over and gauzy. Leaves are beginning to turn, the air is nippy, and the moon looks spooky. Perfect!

Ted Kooser wrote a poem that I like very much, from his collection of poems titled "Winter Mornings: 100 Postcards to Jim Harrison." It begins:

I can almost feel that crust, rough and dry in my throat. But in spite of that crust sounding like a cold dry leftover, it also sounds intriguing. There's something about the tiny crescent that fascinates and even amuses. Not much to offer the morning, perhaps, but much to offer the imagination.

Speaking of imagination, I'm dedicating some space to a new book by Irene Latham titled The Museum on the Moon: Curious Objects on the Lunar Surface. Myriam Wares illustrated it with just the right tones for the calm bright surfaces of the moon, and Irene wrote poems for each artifact that has been left there. I really like the premise for this book: curious objects that have been left on the moon. What a fascinating topic!

Irene's poems are delightful. I have several favorites, but I'd like to share a bit of this one because in just a few words it made me think about something I had not considered:

There's no way to erase...

In your thin crescent bowl?

Where do you hide?

Bright as a cardinal?

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The Moon, The Moon... How we love the Moon!

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Evenings darken earlier now, and when I go out I notice the moon, right there, shining down on me. This past week it was a waxing crescent,...

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These lines, from the Chinese Book of Odes, written around 500 B.C. (from the introduction of TO THE MOON, edited by Carol Ann Duffy)

I climbed the hill just as the new moon showed,

I saw him coming on the southern road.

My heart lays down its load.
To the Moon
by Giacomo Leopardi

Now that the year has come full circle,

I remember climbing this hill, heartbroken,

To gaze up at the graceful sight of you,

And how you hung then above those woods

As you do tonight, bathing them in brightness.

But at that time your face seemed nothing

But a cloudy shimmering through my tears,

So wretched was the life I led: and lead still. . .

Nothing changes, moon of my delight. Yet

I find pleasure in recollection, in calling back

My season of grief: when one is young,

And hope is a long road, memory

A short one, how welcome then

The remembrance of things past- no matter

How sad, and the heart still grieving

excerpt from The Moon was But a Chin of Gold

by Emily Dickinson

The Moon was but a Chin of Gold

A Night or two ago -

And now she turns Her perfect Face

Upon the World below-
Wind and Silver
by Amy Lowell

Greatly shining,

The Autumn moon floats in the thin sky;

And the fish-ponds shake their backs and flash their dragon scales

As she passes over them.
Moon's Ending
by Sara Teasdale

Moon, worn thin to the width of a quill,

In the dawn clouds flying,

How good to go, light into light, and still

Giving light, dying.
excerpt from The Moon in Your Hands
If you take the moon in your hands

and turn it round

(heavy, slightly tarnished platter)

you're there

And now, this week's ArtSpeak: LIGHT poem! Perhaps you know this poem by Emily Dickinson. I didn't! But something I often do when crafting poems is google phrases I'm using...in order to find out if others have already used that phrase. It could be on a national commercial for all I know, or it might have multiple meanings I'm not aware of. Always good to check! Anyhow, the phrase that opens my poem is in the same wheelhouse as Emily's poem-but not the same-so, YAY!

Also: please note the different line breaks in the graphic vs. the text version of this poem. The lines were just too long for the art, so I used different line breaks in my graphic. This is a great example of how flexible we need to be as poets, and how the art can inform the text in multiple ways. I hope this helps you as you craft our own ekphrastic poems! Thanks so much for reading.

bring me sunrise in a mug,
join me by a window spilling water

together we'll watch poems sway
as dawn drifts into day

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These lines, from the Chinese Book of Odes, written around 500 B.C. (from the introduction of TO THE MOON, edited by Carol Ann Duffy) I climbed the hill just as the new moon showed, I saw him coming on the southern road. My heart lays down its load.

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It's Poetry Friday! Thanks, Rose Cappelli at her blog, HERE ImagineThePossibilities, for hosting. She's written a wonderful reverso where she considers the love, or not, of fall! Be sure you check it out!

Museum on the Moon (Hooray!), with Myriam Wares illustrating is one I've been waiting for what seems like the lo-o-ongest time! And it is finally in my hands! Many reviewed it last week and their words were great to read bit by bit, but made me want the book even more. I am old enough to remember President John F. Kennedy's words in his speech challenging Americans in space exploration on September 12, 1962: "We choose to go to the moon in this decade and do the other things, not because it is easy, but because it is hard." We did!

The Museum on the Moon creates an enticing beginning, starting with parts of the historical Apollo program. Irene welcomes us readers ('Earthlings!' all) to imagine a trip to a museum, this time to the moon! After her invitation, she writes of that first trip, only seven years after Kennedy's words, and Armstrong's footprints,

Irene's poems take us on through history, poems in rhyme, poems in free verse, but accompanied by brief paragraphs of explanation of those "next steps" in our moon history and full-page illustrations by Myriam Wares. They include a Golden Shovel, an acrostic, and a ghazal, among other forms. Myriam's mostly black and white paintings, splashed sometimes with stars, often the museum artifact adding color to a bleak landscape give the feelings that do not surprise, showing the vastness of the moonscape. Examples of poems include the flags placed by those who were there, a picture of a family of one astronaut who stepped on the moon, a plaque commemorating one mission, and "two round bits of metal" in honor of two Soviet Cosmonauts who perished.

A poem titled "Old Glory" commemorating the American flags there ends with the following solemn, heartfelt words:

some fibers may be lost -

More information can be found at the back, adding to the inspiration found in this poetic visit. There is a timeline with additional notes, some links to explore, and a few explanations of poetry forms that were used.

I imagine that some young readers will read a poem and say to themselves, "I want to know more about that." There is a poem titled "Gravity", a new activity I didn't know about on the Apollo 15 mission where the Commander tested Galileo's theory of gravity by dropping a feather and a hammer. After the beginning, Irene's words are:

because it was on TV for all to see:

against that starry backdrop, the poems' words themselves also drop. It's marvelous to "see".

When I taught, during a few different years, I used a book to guide me and my students in a month of "moon-journaling". I collected many books about the moon, poetry and prose, also books from NASA, allowing students to choose a path of exploration as they journaled about our moon, learning moon exploration history, myths and superstitions, art, science, and so on. I would have adored having this new book by Irene and know it would have inspired many of my students during their chosen discoveries. They would have loved seeing that recent super blue moon, too, wouldn't they?

I used this book if you're interested in pairing it with Irene's new book and others you may also have.

For a final smile, a celebration of that old moon Irene has shown us so wonderfully through its museum.

Happy Moon Gazing! The next full moon is the Harvest Moon, full on September 29th. Sources tell that it is the fourth and final "super" moon of 2023!

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It's Poetry Friday! Thanks, Rose Cappelli HERE at her blog, ImagineThePossibilities, for hosting. She's written a wonderf...

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8 Weird Things Astronauts Have Left On The Moon

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Apart from country flags and moon buggies, there are multiple weird objects that astronauts have left on Earth’s moon. Here’s the list.

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Writing a Small Poem
What is the story? The month of August began with an amazing event - a supermoon! - just like this historic 2018 photo of the Superstition Mountains in Arizona taken by Ganapathy Kumar. Even more amazing is the fact that there will be TWO supermoons in August, something that won't happen again until 2032.

Now it's your turn! All this month, I'll be writing August poems - and you're invited to join me! Choose any poetic form you like and share your AUGUST story poem in the comments of this August 2023 #smallpoem Challenge post. I look forward to reading it!

Copyright © 2023 Anastasia Suen All Rights Reserved

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AUGUST SUPERMOON #rhyme by Anastasia Suen #SmallPoem #PoetryPrompt for #students #teachers #libraries on #VerseThursday

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the answer is in the moon...

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​I read I've just returned from four days at the coast with daughter, grandgirl, husband, and husband's former wife. A tradition that is almost twenty years old.Some of the questions that the 18 YO was asking made me think of 'turning'; the turning of the seasons, the turning of our lives. Oldest grand has graduated and I am watching her enter adulthood with curiosity. She wanted to know about the "family member "cut off date" (translated how long everyone had lived) and whether she'd have access to the house we have rented all her life when we are no longer able to rent it. These questions show me the importance to her of traditions. It delights me that as the pages are turning in her life story (as are they in ours), that she holds some things close to her soul. Linda's post for Spiritual Journey Thursday. I was filled with gratitude that she used the song "Tis A Gift To Be Simple" by Joseph Brackett. It's one of my favorites.
A(nother) Year of Reading is hosting Poetry Friday and sharing a beautiful textile piece along with a poem. She has been reading Braiding Sweetgrass by Robin Wall Kimmerer and I am reminded that book needs to come with me on a roadtrip.

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I am into writing Golden Shovels for the summer poetry swap this year and thus I took a line from "Tis A Gift To Be Simple"​.

To turn, turn, turn will be our delight.

Tis A Gift To Be Simple by Joseph Brackett

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Spiritual Journey Thursday and Poetry Friday, Week 30: Turning

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​I read Linda's post for Spiritual Journey Thursday. I was filled with gratitude that she used the song "Tis A Gift To Be Simple" by Joseph Brackett. It's one of my favorites. Mary Lee...

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moon haiku

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I wrote a week or so ago in gratitude for other gifts from Tabatha's Poetry Swap. Today, I want to thank Denise Krebs for the very personal and creative gifts she sent. She has figured out how much I love the moon and sent this box with a moon poem hidden, tucked into the underside. Isn't that terrific? Inside the box is a gorgeous new shopping bag! Denise wrote that it is from a restaurant in Carlsbad, CA, made by a relative of one of the workers there! It's lovely to receive something with a backstory! Denise also noted that she liked reading about my moon-watching on the prairie as she watched from the Mojave Desert. My son and grandson are in Seoul, Korea right now at the World Boy Scout Jamboree. I like to think that they watch the moon as I do from there!

FYI - My laptop is having a tune-up, not easy doing this on my phone! I will give it my best while commenting! (I'm slow!)

I am very grateful for your thoughtfulness, Denise! Thank you!

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It's Poetry Friday! Thanks, Mary Lee Hahn HERE at her blog, A(another) Year of Reading for hosting. I wrote a week or s...

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by Nick Seluk ; illustrated by Nick Seluk ‧

A good overview of this complex, essential organ, with an energetic seasoning of silliness.

An introduction to the lead guitar and vocalist for the Brainiacs-the human brain.

The brain (familiar to readers of Seluk's "The Awkward Yeti" webcomic, which spun off the adult title Heart and Brain, 2015) looks like a dodgeball with arms and legs-pinkish, sturdy, and roundish, with a pair of square-framed spectacles bestowing an air of importance and hipness. Other organs of the body-tongue, lungs, stomach, muscle, and heart-are featured as members of the brain's rock band (the verso of the dust jacket is a poster of the band). Seluk's breezy, conversational prose and brightly colored, boldly outlined cartoon illustrations deliver basic information. The brain's role in keeping the heart beating and other automatic functions, directing body movements, interpreting sights and sounds, remembering smells and tastes, and regulating sleep and hunger are all explained, prose augmented by dialogue balloons and information sidebars. Seluk points out, importantly, that feelings originate in the brain: "You can control how you react...but your feelings happen no matter what." The parodied album covers on the front endpapers (including the Beatles, Pink Floyd, Green Day, Run DMC, Queen, Nirvana) will amuse parents-or at least grandparents-and the rear endpapers serve up band members' clever social media and texting screenshots. Backmatter includes a glossary and further brain trivia but no resources or bibliography.

A good overview of this complex, essential organ, with an energetic seasoning of silliness. (Informational picture book. 6-8)

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A tribute to our only natural satellite, with atmospheric moonlit illustrations of nocturnal creatures.

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If You Were the Moon * Laura Purdie Salas

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A dreamlike study in contrasts, Laura Purdie Salas gives the moon a playful personality while providing intriguing scientific and cultural facts in If You Were the Moon...An exceptional introduction to astronomy or a tranquil bedtime story, it all begins with one child's wonder at the moon shining through a bedroom window.

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(Lee & Low, 2011) A global tour of the full moon--celebrations, beliefs, customs, and facts--through poems. Illustrated by Julia Cairns

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Thirteen Moons on a Turtles Back - Read by Uŋčí April, Dakota

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A young reader' anthology of moon poems to celebrate the 50th anniversary of the first moon landing. Popular American writers of poetry for children are represented, including Eric Ode, Cynthia Grady, BJ Lee and Robert Schechter. 20 new poems about the moon from well-known and up-and-coming poets...

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To the Moon: An Anthology of Lunar Poems

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'Editing Answering Back, in which living poets replied to poems from the past, I was astonished to see how many of the poems, old and new, referred to the moon. I then started to keep a record of such references, and from my notebook, I see that in one morning alone I came across no fewer than ni...

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Hello and Happy Poetry Friday! Be sure to visit magical Margaret at Refections on the Teche for Roundup.

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Hello, and welcome! This is 15 Words or Less Poems, a low-pressure way to wake up your poetry brain (guidelines here), and I'm very glad you're here. But because it's National Po...

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[Heads-up: If you're visiting regularly, please know that the bold, blue text is what I'm writing fresh each day. The black text is the same each day:>) ]

The dragon must've exhausted me, because I immediately picked rest as my topic. But then none of the words went with it. When I saw "moon," though, I felt that peaceful, calm feeling the moon gives me. Its steadiness and pale stillness is a beautiful anchor in the night sky. And "languid." That makes me picture the moon up there lounging in a silver robe as it shakes its head, amused, at earthlings' antics. Those words weren't exactly available, though! The music words I saw also called to me, so that's what I went with.

I have many favorite moon books, including my own gorgeously-illustrated-by-Jaime-Kim If You Were the Moon, plus Susanna Leonard Hill's Moon's First Friends. And I can't wait for Melissa Stewart's Thank You, Moon, and Irene Latham's The Museum on the Moon, both coming later this year.

What words will we be digging through today?

And here's the card that we might pull our topic from:

So some possible topics are:

Will you join in? Would love to see what you come up with!

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Happy National Poetry Month 2023! Curious about what I'm doing? Want to play along? Read more here. [Heads-up: If you're visiting regularly, please know that the bold, blue text is what...

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I live in the forest. Water is running from the rooftops in the wake of a summer rainstorm. I don't smell pine, or the thick, damp duff of the forest floor. I smell painted bookshelves, nicked and stuffed with old tomes, and the inside of a dim bookshop with narrow aisles that cause you to turn sideways to let someone pass.

Why this smell? Last week, I spotlighted poetry gifts from Linda Baie. Linda works in a bookshop (I have no idea if it looks or smells like what I imagine) and she chose a couple of slim volumes for me. One of these is a book of Japanese Haiku. It has the aroma of Vintage Book.

Look at it! It cost $1.00 in 1957.

The notebook, also a gift from Linda, has a picture captioned: "Follow No One" and "Be As You Are."

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Poetry and lessons for children of all ages by Amy Ludwig VanDerwater for classrooms or homeschools to teach literacy and writing workshop instruction

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I am excited to join in the Poetry Friday fun! This week's roundup is hosted by Irene Latham. Please visit Irene's website https://irenelatham.blogspot.com/ for her roundup of moon poems.

For additional information on Poetry Friday, please see Renee LaTulippe's post.

Strawberry Moon

Rosy-cheeked
Strawberry Moon,
what cosmic cataclysm
wrought your craters
and left you
seeded and
stunned?

© 2023 Tracey Kiff-Judson

On Saturday, June 3, Connecticut was supposed to see the 2023 Strawberry Moon, but sadly, it was overcast when I when I peeked out at the nighttime sky. According to The Old Farmer's Almanac, the name "Strawberry Moon" was used by Native American Algonquian tribes to refer to the full moon in June, which is strawberry season in the northeastern US. The Almanac also says that the name does not refer to the color of the moon, but sometimes, when you catch the June full moon just after sunset, it shines like a sun-warmed strawberry.

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brevis, barbatus clabulares aliquando convertam de dexter, peritus capio. devatio clemens habitio est.

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Haiku of the Week

Here is my moon poem offering:

she speaks in watercolors

Haiku & Photo © 2023 Marcie Flinchum Atkins

Photo Taken: April 4, 2023 at North Topsail Beach, North Carolina

Haiku Written: June 28, 2023

Haiku Moments Playlist

More Parks and Books

This week I went to Pohick Bay Regional Park. This is a park run by many of the surrounding counties and is down the road from a state park.

Here is the view of the bay. I went on a weekday and I had the trails and the view to myself. I also managed to get lost-thankfully, I had a cell signal so I could figure out where I was.

I also found this moth suspended from a spider silk (or so it seemed).

I visited the newly renovated Lorton Library. It was abuzz with lots of kids. Here's the stack of books I brought home.

I also hung out with some writer friends in a neighboring county, so I decided to go to a park and a library that is on the way. I went to Lake Fairfax. The air quality was poor, so I wore my N95, and I didn't stay long.

There were lots and lots of insects. This guy really stood out on the green leaves.

I also went to Reston Library and was super impressed with their poetry selection-both for kids and adults.

What I'm Reading

I'm a big fan of Maggie Smith's poetry, and this is such a poetic memoir (though not a memoir in verse). The structure is so interesting. I love it when authors play with unique structure.

What I'm Noticing

Y'all the deer have eaten so much of my garden and now they're munching on my flowers. They ate up my pansies. My Ring doorbell caught them munching my begonias. I had two separate pots of them, and they were gorgeous. Now they are stubs. They've munched on just about everything this year.

Hosting Next Week

Come back next week. I'll be hosting Poetry Friday and giving you a sneak peek into my Sealey Challenge for this year.

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Poetry Friday: Moon Poem + Parks and Books

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Irene Latham is our wonderful host this week. Go check out the roundup. She's asked us to post moon poems in order to usher in her new book THE MUSEUM ON THE MOON: THE CURIOUS OBJECTS ON THE LUNAR SURFACE (coming in August). Haiku of the Week Here is my moon poem...

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Who isn't smitten by the moon's glow on a summer night? When Irene Latham our host of Poetry Friday invited the Poetry Friday community of poets to a "Moon in June" themed Roundup, I immediately responded yes.
Join me as I dance in the light of the silvery moon and hold a shining light up to Irene's latest To get in the mood for our Moon in June get-together, listen to

book which will debut on August 8, 2023. Irene is designing an educator's resource filled with many moon-related poems. School Library Journal has already announced that Irene's new book is "a lovely picture book that mixes poetry and history about the moon." Below you will find a photograph I took of a moonslice with my iPhone in 2021.

Sits and smiles on the night.

moonslice sits in silence

mingling with starfriends -

Photo by Jone Rush MacMulloch

Are you ready to fly to the moon and back?

Welcome to the Museum on the Moon!, filled with poems, new, and curiosities in celebration of THE MUSEUM ON THE MOON: CURIUS OBJECTS ON THE LUNAR SURFACE by Irene Latham.

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She is celebrating the moon so as to provide a moon-poetry-landing for all!

And she has an amazing new poetically inclined moon picture book coming out in August called The Museum on the Moon: The Curious Objects on the Lunar Surface.

Here's my contribution...written for my girls, whom I love to the moon and back. 💜 💚

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Camera Roll (more than) 23: I Moon From Afar

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She is celebrating the moon so as to provide a moon-poetry-landing for all! And she has an amazing new poetically inclined moon picture book coming out in August called The Museum on the Moon: The Curious Objects on the Lunar Surface. Here's my contribution...written for my girls, whom I love to the moon and back.

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Happy Poetry Friday!

Irene has the round up today at Live Your Poem where she's celebrating the Moon in advance of her forthcoming collection of poems, The Museum on the Moon: The Curious Objects on the Lunar Surface with illustrations by Myriam Wares, launching on August 8th.

Our Moon has been an object of curiosity for many people through the years, including myself. I have several picture books, fiction and nonfiction, on the subject. So it's not surprising that when fellow poet, Bridget Magee, put out a call for her anthology, Two Truths and a Fib (2023), that I chose the Moon as my subject.

Here are two of my poems that appear in that book. Since one is a nonet and one is an etheree they kind of go together. I'll save the third one, the FIB, for you to discover on your own.

Moon

the long-night moon makes me curious,
hypnotized with wonder and awe
as it lights the garden path,
paints shadows in the grass-
a luminary
in the dark sky,
our faithful
cosmic
friend
© 2022, Rose Cappelli

Moon

from
darkness
a tiny
crescent appears,
spreading over time,
waxing to half a dime,
creeping farther and farther,
reaching, stretching toward the edge
until finally it lights the night-
fully illuminated, glowing, bright
© 2022, Rose Cappelli

The next full moon is almost here - July 3. That one will appear larger and brighter, the first supermoon of 2023.

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Happy Poetry Friday! Irene has the round up today at Live Your Poem where she's celebrating the Moon in advance of her forthcoming collection of poems, The Museum on the Moon: The Curious Objects on the Lunar Surface with illustrations by Myriam Wares, launching on August 8th.

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This week's Poetry Friday host, Irene Latham, has invited everyone to a "Moon in June" themed roundup. She's encouraging us to "share a favorite moon poem (yours or someone else's), a moon story, a moon memory, a moon dream...or whatever your moon-heart desires!" Irene's newest book, Museum on the Moon, will be released on August 8th. Take a look at this gorgeous cover:

Can't wait to read this one!

My moon-themed selection this week is from William Carlos Williams. I turn to Williams when I want shimmering imagery that pulls me perfectly into a scene. Who, after all, doesn't appreciate the vividness of a red wheelbarrow or the sorry-not-sorry nature of a plum-eating confession? Williams applies the same deft and inviting hand to the sharing of a summer morn.

by William Carlos Williams

Wanderer moon
smiling a
faintly ironical smile
at this
brilliant, dew-moistened
summer morning,-
a detached
sleepily indifferent
smile, a
wanderer's smile,-
if I should
buy a shirt
your color and
put on a necktie
sky-blue
where would they carry me?

(This poem is in the public domain.)

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Poetry Friday: "Summer Song" by William Carlos Williams

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This week's Poetry Friday host, Irene Latham, has invited everyone to a "Moon in June" themed roundup. She's encouraging us to "share a favo...

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It's Poetry Friday! Several weeks ago, Irene Latham, hosting today at Live Your Poem, wrote this invitation: Friends, I will be hosting Roundup on the last Friday of this month, June 30. I'm in the process of creating educator resources for my forthcoming THE MUSEUM ON THE MOON, and of course, I'd like to give them lots and lots of poetry!With that in mind, I'd like to do a "Moon in June" themed Roundup!You're invited to share a favorite moon poem (yours or someone else's), a moon story, a moon memory, a moon dream...or whatever your moon-heart desires! Together we'll be able to provide a moon-poetry-landing for all.

Thank you, Irene, for making a special Poetry Friday. I can't wait to see what everyone shares.

Several times through my teaching years I facilitated a moon journaling unit in my class, with the help of a special professional book, Moon Journals: Writing, Art, and Inquiry Through Focused Nature Study, by Joni Chancer and Gina Rester-Zodrow. Other books with moon themes like Owl Moon, by Jane Yolen, Many Moons by James Thurber, along with native American tales of the moon, enhanced our study. There are more recent ones today, like Laura Purdie Salas' wonderful If You Were The Moon, illustrated by Jaime Kim. We journaled every night for five weeks, first waiting for, and then observing our wonderful earth's moon. We wrote, sketched, questioned, watched with family and friends, and concluded with a full-moon on the prairie outside of Denver.

Thanks for hosting, Irene. I can't wait to see your own "moon" book!

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Happy Poetry Friday! Welcome, everyone! (Wondering what Poetry Friday is? Click here.) So, this month, our Poetry Princess challenge was to write in response to a quotation. The initial one someone...

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We all do ‘do, re, mi,’ but you have got to find the other notes yourself. ~Louis Armstrong Happy Poetry Friday, everyone! Although I’m…

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Language exerts hidden power, like the moon on the tides.
~Rita Mae Brown

Hi folks! Happy Poetry Friday!

Dear Irene asked for a moon poem to share during today's round-up. Wouldn't you know I shared a moon poem last Poetry Friday? How silly of me! I wrote one this week so I would have another for Irene. My poem was inspired by agricultural theories around the moon and the way people also have cycles, with times to get rid of hindrances, times to grow something new.

WAX & WANE
by Tabatha Yeatts
The Moon replenishes the Earth; when she approaches it, she fills all bodies, while, when she recedes, she empties them. ~Pliny the Elder

i.
In the waning of the Moon,
prune.
Pull down the branches
that tap your windows during storms
like ghosts,
clear out the dead ones
that hang over your head
and rattle like loose bones.

ii.
In the waxing of the Moon,
transplant.
Dig a hole
close to your heart
for seedlings.
Pat down the soil around
your twiggy babies.

iii.
In the dark of the Moon,
uproot weeds.
Wear a headlamp
so you can find them.
Be discerning.
Be ruthless.

iv.
In the light of the moon,
plant ground crops--
tomatoes.
Start now, replenished,
to cultivate these little
tides dammed by rosy skin
for piercing later,
after the moon has left you
bit by bit,
and you must draw upon
your own resources
to bloom what is barren.

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Live Your Poem has the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Irene!

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Language exerts hidden power, like the moon on the tides. ~Rita Mae Brown Hi folks! Happy Poetry Friday! Dear Irene asked for a moo...

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Happy Poetry Friday! Irene Latham, today's Poetry Friday host and all-around inspiring human being, requested that bloggers share poems about the moon. Irene is celebrating her new poetry collection, THE MUSEUM ON THE MOON, about objects people have left on the moon. One of my favorite poems about the moon (and apparently also Irene's!) is the late Karla Kuskin's "Write About a Radish." Here's how it starts:

Karla Kuskin
Write about a radish
Too many people write about the moon.

The night is black
The stars are small and high
(You can find the rest of the poemhere...if you do not know it, click away!)

I decided to copy...er, pay homage to Karla Kuskin's poem with one of my own.

Write About a Firefly...
Write about a firefly
Too many poets shine about the moon.

Dusk has fallen
Stars are strewn across the lawn
They flicker, flash, sparkle, swoon
The field is glowing
Speckled like a newborn fawn
Whose spotlights fade when moonset greets the dawn.
-Buffy Silverman

Maybe I should have followed directions and actually written about the moon? That is, of course, what Karla Kuskin did in "Write About a Radish."

Here's a poem from the way-back machine about the moon (but definitely not in June!) It was published in Spider in 2014, and illustrated beautifully by Kristina Swarner:

Happy Poetry Friday! Head over to Live Your Poem to find links to all the moony delights.

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GARDENEERING JUNE MOON

June moon will you flower milkweed…
Bees-buzz by knee-high Joe Pye weed,
Gardener-me still planting seed…
Grow and succeed, grow and succeed.

June moon does flower day lily,
Monarch comes, though it’s still chilly.
Caterpillars eat like silly,
Magic really, magic really.

June moon multi-showers flowers
Zucchini–orangey-towers,
Sundrops May-June budding flowers
June-moon powers, June-moon powers.

© 2023 Michelle Kogan, draft

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The Moon in June Poetry Friday Roundup!

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Welcome to Poetry Friday. I am so excited for today’s prompt by our host Irene Latham : Poetry Roundup will be a “Moon in June” theme here at Live Your Poem! I can’t wait to read your moon…

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a moongazing haiku

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Happy Poetry Friday! I am at the ITEM conference today chatting with media specialists and instructional technology folks (and seeing some writer friends, too). Hopefully, we will not be squabbling like the moon and sun are in my poems today! Last month, we Poetry 7 wrote found poems. This month, we tried a form I was unfamiliar with-the etheree. It's an unrhymed poem with lines of ascending syllable counts from 1-10. Confession time. I was super excited to learn about this form, and I wrote a first draft of a pair of etheree, one regular, and one reverse (counting down from 10 to 1 syllable). And then September blew by.

So...here you have my first draft. Because I love space stuff and am working on picture book revisions about the moon, the moon and sun came to me right away and started griping about each other:>) I'm really happy with them, for a first draft. Oh, I'm lying. I did change something-the line "Stealing my light to glow through the night" started out as "Stealing Sun's light to glow brightly at night." But, ahem, that's 10 syllables. Oops! Plus, I realized that Sun, as a character/narrator, should be saying "my" instead of "Sun's." Because the Sun, while irritable, is NOT an annoying character on a reality show talking about herself in third person.

The Sun and Moon Gripe a Little
(a pair of etherees)

I. Moon Says...

Sun.
Needy.
"Look at me!
Dance, planets! Spin!"
Live at her mercy.
Center of attention,
brightest star in the sky. Sigh.
Day's drama queen of dawn and dusk.
So necessary. So exhausting.
Never hides her light under a bushel.

II. Sun Says...

"Ooooh, look at me, so pale and cool and calm."
Stealing my light to glow through the night.
Thief of the silver stream, wearing
my hand-me-down gleaming gown.
Just a chunk of grey rock.
Rough chalky craters.
No star power.
No fierceness.
No fire.
Moon.

-Laura Purdie Salas, all rights reserved

I'll be linking to the rest of the Poetry 7's etherees as they go live.

Here are the previous Poetry Sisters collaborations :

And for more Poetry Friday fun, visit Heidi Mordhorst at My Juicy Little Universe for the Poetry Friday Roundup!

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The Sun and the Moon Gripe a Little [Poetry Friday]

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Happy Poetry Friday! I am at the ITEM conference today chatting with media specialists and instructional technology folks (and seeing some writer friends, too). Hopefully, we will not be squabbling...

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"ORBIT/orbit/verb" poem

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As a reminder, this year's theme is transformation.
Narrowing that down, I've been focused on particular scientific processes.
And this month, the prompt is to write a ghazal - a traditional Persian form made up of couplets and both end rhyme and internal rhyme that ends up feeling, to me at least, fussy.
But who am I to argue? Here goes...

ORBIT/orbit/verb
A Ghazal
Liz Garton Scanlon
Oh, it's you again, is it? Arising all bright full?
All beamy and pulsey, magnetic, exciteful?
You swing back around with the seas at your feet,
reflecting my gaze the whole heavy night full.

But it's just a phase, you go gibbous so soon
and I'm left again, wound-up way too tightful.

And then you are dark and impossibly cold,
promises wane and the crops all go blight full.

Stop mooning, I say to my starstrucky self,
because even a sliver is plenty delightful.

To read more, go here:
Laura
Tanita
Mary Lee
Kelly
Tricia
Sara

And Patricia at Reverie is hosting Poetry Friday! Enjoy!

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Poetry Project - May, 2023 - Liz Garton Scanlon

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As a reminder, this year's theme is transformation. Narrowing that down, I've been focused on particular scientific processes. And this month, the prompt is to write a ghazal - a traditional Persian form made up of couplets and both end rhyme and internal rhyme that ends up feeling, to me at least, fussy.

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The moon / Was an old, old woman, tonight, / Hurrying home;

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"If the moon came out only once a month"

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people would appreciate it more. They'd mark it

in their datebooks, take a walk by moonlight, notice

how their bedroom window framed its silver smile.

And if the moon came out just once a year,

it would be a holiday, with tinsel streamers

tied to lampposts, stores closing early

so no one has to work on lunar eve,

travelers rushing to get home by moon-night,

celebrations with champagne and cheese

Folks would stay awake 'til dawn

to watch it turn transparent and slowly fade away.

And if the moon came out randomly,

the world would be on wide alert, never knowing

when it might appear, spotters scanning empty skies,

weathermen on TV giving odds-"

of moon tonight" -and when it suddenly began to rise,

would fill the streets, jostling and pointing,

night events would be canceled,

moon-closure signs posted on the doors.

And if the moon rose but once a century,

ascending luminous and lush on a long-awaited night,

all humans on the planet would gather

in huddled, whispering groups

to stare in awe, dazzled by its brilliance,

enchanted by its spell. Years later,

they would tell their children, "Yes, I saw it once.

Maybe you will live to see it too."

But the moon is always with us,

an old familiar face, like the mantel clock,

so no one pays it much attention.

why not go outside and gaze up in wonder,

as if you'd never seen it before,

as if it were a miracle,

as if you had been waiting

all your life.

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Graceguts - If the moon came out only once a month

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by Cathy Ross If the moon came out only once a month people would appreciate it more. They'd mark it in their datebooks, take a walk by moonlight, notice how their bedroom window framed its silver smile.

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poem by Hafiz

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Hello and welcome to this month's installment of Spiritual Journey FIRST Thursday, during which we are all writing about Doraine's 2017 One Little Word "Connection." Visit Dori Reads for the Roundup!

Right way, it's got me thinking about Kermit and Miss Piggy and their "Rainbow Connection." Here's a version with Kermit and Debbie Harry:

Someday we'll find it... I love how hopeful that is! And I think it's what I am looking for every time I write a poem or a story, or when I walk in the early mornings or when I pray: connection. Connection to the universe, to nature, to other people. To myself, to the mystery of living, to a higher power...

Here is a poem I adore by the Persian poem Hafiz:

Everyone you see, you say to them, "Love me."

Of course you do not do this out loud, otherwise

someone would call the cops.

Still, though, think about this, this great pull in us to connect.

Why not become the one who lives with a

full moon in each eye that is

with that sweet moon language,

This reminds me of a conversation I had this past week with my 17 year old who this school year started at a new (giant) school where he knew no one... and this past week he started a new job, where he also knew no one.

He said the girls working there looked really mean, and he was a little intimidated and wondering if they would even talk to him. But the one who looked the meanest ended up being the sweetest in terms of helping him learn the ropes. He said he realizes now that she's just shy -- just like he is.

And that got us talking about how so few kids have reached out to him at school. They have their friend groups, and they just ignore him because they don't know him.

What if HE was the one to reach out to them? How could we all change our lives if we just took that teeny-tiny risk? If WE were the ones to reach out first?

Today may I be the one to live with a full moon in each eye, telling the world and the people I meet how I love them.

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Hello and welcome to this month's installment of Spiritual Journey FIRST Thursday, during which we are all writing about Doraine's 2017 One Little Word "Connection." Visit Dori Reads for the Roundup! Right way, it's got me thinking about Kermit and Miss Piggy and their "Rainbow Connection."

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Under a Sturgeon Moon poem

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This past weekend at the Adult Strings Weekend, I joined a couple of other players for a chamber music session -- in the Kindermusik room.

Pretty perfect for a children's book author and poet, don't you think?

Not only were the walls full of all sorts of instruments, but there was this poster on the wall listing a symphony of verbs. Can't you just see an ensemble of little Kinders moving their bodies in these ways -- to music?!

And now for a challenge:

PICK FIVE! Write a poem that includes five of the verbs on the list.

Here's mine:
slash slither sweep swoop spin

* in case you missed the Sturgeon Moon, it happened this past Sunday night. :)
Read Molly's 5 Verbs poem about Fall!

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This past weekend at the Adult Strings Weekend, I joined a couple of other players for a chamber music session -- in the Kindermusik room. Pretty perfect for a children's book author and poet, don't you think? Not only were the walls full of all sorts of instruments, but there was this poster on the wall listing a symphony of verbs.

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moon extends its knife haiku Irene Latham

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Amy E Sklansky, "Moon" from Out of This World. Text copyright © 2012 by Amy E Sklansky. Used by permission of Alfred A. Knopf, an imprint of Random House Children's Books, a division of Penguin Random House LLC. All Rights Reserved.

Source: Out of This World: Poems and Facts About Space (Alfred A. Knopf, 2012)

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Moon by Amy E. Sklansky | Poetry Foundation

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Students - This week found me writing a lot in my notebook, yesterday outside. And as I sat and wrote on that windy day, I wondered what it would be like if the moon came down from the sky to play kickball or drink tea. Tea won as my poem topic because I did not want to share Moon's visit with a whole lot of imaginary kickball players. I wanted her all to myself.

Today's poem addresses the reader directly, the first two lines reading, "Last night/if you didn't see the moon..." It can be fun to do this, to pretend that you are writing a poem to a real, certain someone. After acknowledging this imaginary reader's question, "Why was it so dark last night?" my poem answers the question, explaining that the moon was enjoying a spot of tea with the writer.

You might choose to try this. Think of something someone might wonder, real or pretend...and then write a poem answering this question. As you know from my poem, your answer may be completely curious and magical. Feel free to title you poem "Answer" too. Or not!

Heidi is hosting this week's Poetry Friday roundup at my juicy little universe with a celebration of voting and folktales. Please know that all are welcome each Friday as folks share poems, poem books, poetry ideas, and friendship.

Please share a comment below if you wish.

If you are under 13 years old, please only comment with a parent

or as part of a group with your teach

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Poetry and lessons for children of all ages by Amy Ludwig VanDerwater for classrooms or homeschools to teach literacy and writing workshop instruction

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Hello and Happy Poetry Friday! Be sure to visit lovely Linda at TeacherDance for Roundup.

Here at Live Your Poem I'm getting ready for presentations at AASL and NCTE (Poetry Friday Friends, please let me know if you will be at either conference, so we can meet!)... and also working my way through the Cybils-nominated poetry books. What fun! And today I want to share with you A ROCKETFUL OF SPACE POEMS selected by John Foster, illustrations by Korky Paul (Frances Lincoln Children's Books).

The book gets all kinds of points for being imaginative. It begins with Space Fantasy by Patricia Leighton, visits the moon and introduces us to "Asteroid Dog" by Richard Evans. There's and "Email from the Space Hotel" by John Foster and a "Garage Sale in Outer Space" by Robert Scotellaro. Witches and wizard and monsters and "Inter-galactic Squibble-ball" by David Harmer. And of course there's a "Dumb Earthling" by Clive Webster" and a few space-y riddle poems to give readers a light, fun romp through space. It also includes a poem by our very on J. Patrick Lewis that I'm happy to share with you below -- especially for those among us who have said or heard "are we there yet?" Happy space-adventuring!

If You Drive to the Moon

If you drive to the moon in your average car,
And you wonder how long the trip is and how far --
Here's the answer. At seventy miles per hour
In the family sedan with its average horsepower,
No skyway patrolmen out cruising for speeders,
No need to feed flying parking meters,
Make sure you pack plenty of outer-space food,
Star-carsickness pills for the high altitude.
No to get to the moon on the lunar freeways
Will take you...
134 days!

- J. Patrick Lewis

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Hello and Happy Poetry Friday! Be sure to visit lovely Linda at TeacherDance for Roundup. Here at Live Your Poem I'm getting ready for presentations at AASL and NCTE (Poetry Friday Friends, please let me know if you will be at either conference, so we can meet!)...

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If the Moon Were an Onion poem Irene Latham

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3 Ways of Looking at a Night Party poem Irene Latham

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why Grasshopper Wants to Meet the Moon poem Irene Latham