THE LAST FIFTH GRADE OF EMERSON ELEMENTARY

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Showing posts with label poems about nature. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poems about nature. Show all posts

Saturday, February 28, 2015

2015 Sound Poem Project Day 27: Crackling Lava

Yesterday was Day 27 of Author Amok's 2015 poem-a-day project. We are spending February writing in response to sounds.  

For a full description of the project and how to participate, please read this post. I hope you'll join us. I'll continue posting poems from Day 27 as they come in. Thanks to everyone who has sent in poems so far.

Our Day 27 prompt is the sound of crackling lava. This sound was suggested by J. C. Elkin.


What attracted Jen (and me) to this sound is the little crackles and pops, almost the sound of a campfire. Can you imagine cooking s'mores on a lava flow?

Linda Baie at Teacher Dance shares her students surprise and enthusiasm as they learn about lava.

Upon First Learning About Lava

volcanic action
hear exclamation
repeated

watch the reaction
feel satisfaction
completed

kid fascination
with demonstration
heated

Linda Baie © All Rights Reserved

Yesterday, we were talking about the pop-up community we've formed over this month of writing together in response to common prompts. Thanks to Mike Ratcliffe for this note. Mike made a connection to my train poem from Day 26.

He writes, "My oldest son, Zach, went through all usual phases of young boys' interests:  construction equipment, dinosaurs, volcanos.  Whatever the subject, he immersed himself in it, and more often than not, to the exclusion of other subjects.  For a few years, he was our resident vulcanologist, and most of what I know about volcanos was learned from him or with him."

A Mind Like Pahoehoe
by Mike Ratcliffe

When his grandfather gave him a video
about the eruption of Mt. St. Helen’s,
he memorized it right down
to the inflection and flow
of the narrator’s voice.
He threw himself into volcanos,
their names becoming household words:
Etna, Vesuvius, Kilauea,
Coatepeque and Arenal,
Pinatubo, Sakurajima,
and the nearly unpronounceable
Icelandic volcanos, whose names
he could rattle off with ease.

We learned the different shapes,
which he would model
in the infield during T-ball games,
till I moved him to right field
(for safety’s sake),
and the different types of lava:
comfortable-sounding pillow,
rough a‘a (useful in Scrabble),
smooth, fun-to-say pahoehoe.
We delved into tectonics
and subduction zones until
the Ring of Fire was more
than just a song, and in my mind,
Johnny Cash forever walks a line
around the Pacific Rim.

It’s been like this with everything
on which he’s fixed his gaze.
His mind is like pahoehoe,
relentlessly flowing,
consuming all in his path.

Since we're already visiting Hawaii, here is my poem -- an acrostic.

Honeymoon and Haleakala
by Laura Shovan

Love, we couldn’t fly all the way to Hawaii
And miss the sun rising over this dormant
Volcano’s rim. They call it House of the Sun.
And so it would be, if Fog hadn’t left its bed too.

Here's what we missed on that trip to Maui.
Photo source
I love the last line of Patricia VanAmburg's poem. Perfect word choice.

Lava
by Patricia VanAmburg

Molten wind blowing
In boiling undulation
Blistering the path

And let's end with Charles Waters' poem, which pairs so wonderfully with Patricia's.

LAVA
Waves of charcoaled apricot magma
Trudges along with tortoise-like determination,
Its crispy cackle warning you … beware.

(c) Charles Waters 2015 all rights reserved

Charles' use of the word "apricot" (how wonderful was that), got me thinking about food. Let's have a taste of this haiku from Diane Mayr.

Singapore noodles
curry sticks to my lips
I smolder


We are down to one prompt to go, poets! Remember to visit Heidi Mordhorst at My Juicy Little Universe for a March prompt-a-day project.

Here are all of the sound prompts for the last week of February. Remember, there will be a prize for our most prolific poet.

Footsteps in snow

Smoke on the Water
Sea Turtle

Ugandan Music

Train

Lava


Sunday, March 1: Project Wrap-up

If you'd like some poem-starters to wake up your muse, you'll find them at the bottom of this post. Drop in any time with a poem. I’ll continue to post your work throughout the month, no matter which sound you are writing in response to.

Would you like to read what we’ve written so far? Here are links to the week 3 poems. Each of these posts links to the week 1 and 2 poems.

Santa Fe Church Bells Poems by Linda Baie, Patricia VanAmburg, Diane Mayr, Laura Shovan, and Charles Waters.

Quaking Aspen Poems by Diane Mayr, Charles Waters, Laura Shovan, Patricia VanAmburg, Mike Ratcliffe, and Karin Fisher-Golton.

Tuesday, February 17 -- new poem!
Laughing Child Poems by Charles Waters, Diane Mayr, Laura Shovan, Michael Ratcliffe, Linda Baie, Margaret Simon, and Heidi Mordhorst.

Mysterious Space Sound Poems by Patricia VanAmburg, Charles Waters, Mike Ratcliffe, Laura Shovan, Linda Baie, Michelle Heidenrich Barnes, and Margaret Simon.

Museum Stairwell Poems by Linda Baie, Mike Ratcliffe, Laura Shovan, Charles Waters, Margaret Simon, Diane Mayr, Patricia VanAmburg, and Karin Fisher-Golton.

Friday, February 20 -- new poems!
Reptile Poems by Linda Baie, Patricia VanAmburg, Margaret Simon, Laura Shovan, Mike Ratcliffe, Donna Smith, Robyn Hood Black, Buffy Silverman, and Charles Waters.

Traditional Chinese Music Poems by Diane Mayr, Mike Ratcliffe, Laura Shovan, Robyn Hood Black, Linda Baie, Patricia VanAmburg, Carol Varsalona, Charles Waters, and Margaret Simon.

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

2015 Sound Poem Project Day 24: Sea Turtle

It’s Day 24 of Author Amok's 2015 poem-a-day project. We are spending February writing in response to sounds.  

For a full description of the project and how to participate, please read this post. I hope you'll join us. I'll continue posting poems from Day 24 as they come in. Thanks to everyone who has sent in poems so far.

Put on  your scuba gear, poets. We're heading under the sea today.

Our Day 24 prompt is a sea turtle.

The Green Sea Turtle:  Chelonia mydas
From Jacob's Jungle
I'm going to go first and get it over with today. This was a sound I struggled with, so instead of playing with the burbling water sounds, I went to Rhymezone.com and looked up rhyming words for tortoise. I shoved as many rhyming and near-rhyme words as I could into my poem.

Tortoise
by Laura Shovan

Your chorus is cautious.
Hidden in a flawless
coral forest, sound orbits
in vortices of porous ocean.
Down here, life’s a circus
of gorgeous creatures: porpoise,
walrus, enormous orcas.
Your carapace has one purpose:
lonely fortress.

Karin Fisher-Golton is also thinking about all of the gorgeous creatures that live (normally) out of human sight.

The Underwater Way
by Karin Fisher-Golton

Undersea sounds—
soothing splashes
babbling bubbles
rhythmic wash.

How in the midst
of this aquatic lullaby
can there co-exist
a fish eat fish world?

The underwater citizens
confine their violence
to a snap
             then quickly resume
their peaceful flow.

Diane Mayr is taking a break from the 50+ inches of snow up north to vacation (in her mind). I'm glad she's giving the tortoise some company.

winter break...
me and the green turtle
in a green sea

Our turtle wasn't so sure he wanted a scuba diver with a camera and microphone in his face, as Linda Baie observed.

         Nap Interrupted

A turtle naps. It’s slow to go,
while fishes make a moving show.

Danger near, eyes open wide,     
Flipper moves, away it glides.

Linda Baie © All Rights Reserved

Patricia VanAmburg also lets the tortoise make a getaway. Great use of title here, Patricia!

Bubble Maker
by Patricia VanAmburg

no ordinary aquarium
this blue-green world
of the periscope-eyed
turtle-shell scuba in
submerged getaway

The opening line of Charles Waters poem captures the sound we heard today. Great use of onomatopoeia.

GREEN TURTLE

Sounds of gulping drizzle
Leave loggerhead impervious
As fishes nibble his algae coated
Shell for their morning meal. 

(c) Charles Waters 2015 all rights reserved.

We're almost at the finish line, poets! Keep swimming...



Here are all of the sound prompts for the last week of February. Remember, there will be a prize for our most prolific poet.

Footsteps in snow

Smoke on the Water

Sea Turtle


Choose a train sound. Thanks to Myra of Gathering Books for the suggestion!

Suggested by Jennifer Lewis.


Sunday, March 1: Project Wrap-up

If you'd like some poem-starters to wake up your muse, you'll find them at the bottom of this post. Drop in any time with a poem. I’ll continue to post your work throughout the month, no matter which sound you are writing in response to.

Would you like to read what we’ve written so far? Here are links to the week 3 poems. Each of these posts links to the week 1 and 2 poems.

Santa Fe Church Bells Poems by Linda Baie, Patricia VanAmburg, Diane Mayr, Laura Shovan, and Charles Waters.

Quaking Aspen Poems by Diane Mayr, Charles Waters, Laura Shovan, Patricia VanAmburg, Mike Ratcliffe, and Karin Fisher-Golton.

Tuesday, February 17 -- new poem!
Laughing Child Poems by Charles Waters, Diane Mayr, Laura Shovan, Michael Ratcliffe, Linda Baie, Margaret Simon, and Heidi Mordhorst.

Mysterious Space Sound Poems by Patricia VanAmburg, Charles Waters, Mike Ratcliffe, Laura Shovan, Linda Baie, Michelle Heidenrich Barnes, and Margaret Simon.

Museum Stairwell Poems by Linda Baie, Mike Ratcliffe, Laura Shovan, Charles Waters, Margaret Simon, Diane Mayr, Patricia VanAmburg, and Karin Fisher-Golton.

Friday, February 20 -- new poems!
Reptile Poems by Linda Baie, Patricia VanAmburg, Margaret Simon, Laura Shovan, Mike Ratcliffe, Donna Smith, Robyn Hood Black, Buffy Silverman, and Charles Waters.

Traditional Chinese Music Poems by Diane Mayr, Mike Ratcliffe, Laura Shovan, Robyn Hood Black, Linda Baie, Patricia VanAmburg, Carol Varsalona, Charles Waters, and Margaret Simon.

Sunday, February 8, 2015

2105 Sound Poem Project Day 7 and 8: Endangered Sounds and Waves

Greetings from New Mexico, everyone!

Today is Day 8 of Author Amok's 2015 poem-a-day project.

We are spending February writing in response to sounds. I’ve spent the last two days skiing and visiting the Georgia O’Keeffe Museum in Santa Fe, so I'm posting both the Day 7 and Day 8 responses tonight.

For a full description of the project and how to participate, please read this post. I hope you'll join us. I'll continue posting poems from Days 5 and 6 as they come in.

I’m having an amazing visit with my friend Jennifer Lewis. It’s my first time in the Southwest. Here are some of the views.

View from Jen's house on the Sandia Mountains.


Hiking slot canyons at Tent Rocks
National Monument
.


New Mexican landscape and light.

Jen and I have a few sounds – special to this area of the country – that we’ve prepared for you. I’ll post those with the week three and week four prompts. Tomorrow, I travel home to Maryland. Look for the Day 9 and 10 poems on Tuesday.

Our Day 7 prompt was to pick the sound of your choice from the online Museum of Endangered Sounds.

Patricia VanAmbug chose the dial sound from a rotary phone.

Missing Link
By Patricia VanAmburg

Rotary dials made
zippery sounds to keep us
clearly connected

The Teletype spoke to Diane Mayr of Random Noodling. She writes, “I ended up working 12 years for the company and not long after I left, the rise of the personal computer basically drove the final nail in the coffin of computer time-sharing.”

Cutting Edge
by Diane Mayr

In '74 I was in the accounting
department of a business
selling computer time-sharing
to other businesses.

Technology's cutting edge.

The mainframes were
housed in a huge building.

Air conditioners hummed
and tapes whirred all day,
all night, seven days a week.

Reports were produced on tractor fed,
132 column-wide dot matrix printers.

For the time, this was high tech stuff.

My department was housed miles
away in a smaller building.

Our electric typewriters produced memos.

Click, click, click, click, click...

We typed up invoices for services
on teleprinter machines.

Click, click, click, click, click...

Our fingers raced across adding
machines to check figures.

Click, click, click, click, click...

It was a world of clicks.
And it is gone.

But, so is the cutting edge technology
that replaced it, and the one after that...
Each improvement less noisy.

When you think about it, today's
cutting edge is actually quite dull.

For her endangered sound, Linda Baie found her own clip. I wonder, if this pest actually were endangered, how it would affect our environment.


Mosquito

Endangered?

Yes,

buzz and whine,

rais-
ing
hand,
you’re mine, you’re mine!
swat, slap,
gone this time.

Linda Baie © All Rights Reserved

Fitting for today’s endangered sound prompt, Margaret Simon has a memory poem.

Olympus Camera
By Margaret Simon

I was fifteen in the family Delta 88
vacation to see the Grand Tetons
blowing bubblegum bubbles and singing to the radio.

My father said, “If you want to be a real photographer,
we have to go to the warehouse in Denver
for the newest Olympus 35 millimeter
with aperture and focus.” 

My first real camera got me in the darkroom
with Darren, kissing
while making film come to life
under purple lights and chemicals.

High school dreams come true when Daddy buys you a camera in Denver.

We had a darkroom like this at my high school. Margaret’s second to last stanza describes a place I remember well. 

Charles Waters' poem is a great companion piece to Margaret's darkroom today.


SHUTTER SNAP
Forever images are tattooed
With a metallic snap!


(c) Charles Waters 2015 all rights reserved.

And my typewriter pantoum is also set in high school.



Learning to Type
By Laura Shovan

I learned to type
in a sunless classroom,
no light to catch
the metal keys.

In a sunless classroom,
my fingers pressed
the metal keys:
ASDF ASDF.

My fingers pressed
beyond rote patterns
ASDF ASDF,
formed real words.

Beyond rote patterns,
I saw my thoughts. They
formed visible words
letter by letter.

I saw my thoughts. They
were metal keys
forming visible words
as I learned to type.

Our Day 8 prompt was a recording of waves from Cornwall, England.

The turquoise and burnt umber in Patricia’s poem remind me of Albuquerque. I haven’t written my waves poem yet, but I’m thinking about all of the fish fossils that have been found on the plains here. Albuquerque was once home to an ocean, the WesternInterior Seaway.

The Collection
By Patricia VanAmburg

Sound box pulsing on
waves without water—
unpierced by gull or light—
no colored sea glass turned
turquoise and burnt umber
with tumbling in the scum—
no chips of polished shell
ringed like fiesta ware—
no strands of mermaid hair.

I like the way Diane Mayr’s waves poem moves from exterior, tactile images to an interior question.

Breaking on the Shore
By Diane Mayr

Sand slides from
beneath my feet.

This return flow
unnerves me, yet,
is exhilarating.

Am I stationary?
Am I moving?

Does the sea know
my line between
reality and illusion

is not so well-defined
as to be uncrossable?


Linda Baie’s response to the sound of waves opens with an invitation. The rhythm of this poem is evocative of waves.

Sea Song

Would you, could you
come with me?
We’ll watch and wander
by the sea.

We’ll hold the shells
washed up on sand.
We’ll jump the waves.
I’ll hold your hand.

We’ll follow birds
with our own dance,
laughing at
their zig-zag prance.

We’ll close our eyes.
We’ll feel the beat
of waves and waves
upon our feet.

And when the sun
dips low adieu,
I’ll travel home
with you, with you.

Linda Baie © All Rights Reserved

I made a diamante poem with help from Read, Write, Think's Diamante Maker.


Ocean
endless gray
moving pulling crashing
tides grasp like fingers at the shore
receding undulating enticing
unstill travelers
Waves

By Laura Shovan

Margaret Simon has been working on some poems dedicated to a dear friend. She says she likes how this poem “visually looks like the heartbeat image, too.

Waves
By Margaret Simon

If you could draw an image of her heartbeat,
it would be the waves crashing to shore
then pushing back against the sea,
Crash, silence, crash, silence,
a beat never ending,
the sound of life
going on.

Charles Waters also captures the fleeting nature of waves in his poem.


WAVES
Gushes of aquatic shaped
Mountain ridges corkscrew
Themselves onto shore
 Leaving foamy, disintegrated
Signatures.

(c) Charles Waters 2015 all rights reserved.

Here are all of the sound prompts for the second week of February:

The Sound of Waves

If you'd like some poem-starters to wake up your muse, you'll find them at the bottom of this post. Drop in any time with a poem. I’ll continue to post your work throughout the month, no matter which sound you are writing in response to.

If you’d like to read what we’ve written so far, here are links to the week 1 poems:

Read Water Wheel Poems by Laura Shovan, Margaret Simon, Diane Mayr, Linda Baie, Patricia VanAmburg, and Charles Waters.

Read Angel Chimes Poems by Diane Mayr, Margaret Simon, Laura Shovan, Linda Baie, Patricia VanAmburg, and Charles Waters. 

Read Knife Sharpening Poems by Diane Mayr, Linda Baie, Margaret Simon, Laura Shovan, Charles Waters, and Patricia VanAmburg.

Read Thunderstorm Poems by Margaret Simon, Diane Mayr, Patricia VanAmburg, Laura Shovan, Linda Baie, and Charles Waters.

Read Ballet poems by Diane Mayr, Margaret Simon, Laura Shovan, Patricia VanAmburg, and Charles Waters.

Read Theremin Poems by Matt Forrest Esenwine, Charles Waters, Patricia VanAmburg, Margaret Simon, Diane Mayr, Laura Shovan, and Buffy Silverman.

Saturday, February 7: Listener's Choice -- pick your endangered sound.