Ode to Teachers
Friday, September 10, 2021
Ode to Teachers
Thursday, September 02, 2021
Friday, August 20, 2021
Carol, at The Apples in My Orchard, is hosting Poetry Friday this week. She and her workshop students have been looking at various kinds of "I am" poems. So this week I decided to share the latest incarnation of an "I Am From" poem that I recently had to write for a conference.
I've written a few versions of this, some shorter, some longer. But one thing that never changes? That laughter with my sister. (I didn't get her permission to share her picture, thus her lovely smile.) 😀
I Am From
by Karen Edmisten
I am from knee socks, Hostess cupcakes, and patent leather Mary Janes worn home from the store, from hollyhock dolls, dandelion bouquets, and lightning bugs in the backyard at dusk.
I am from Santa Claus, the Easter bunny, and a squishy pillow at the drive-in, a six-year-old’s comfort in the dark cocoon of the car.
I am from “I’m rubber, you’re glue,” and “Nuh-uh is not a word, Karen.” (“Nuh-uh,” I’d retort, “I can make it a word if I want to.”)
I am from Alaskan glaciers, and the sunrise on the Florida coast, from everywhere and nowhere, the child of a pilot and his bride.
I am from Air Force brats bonding through a shared, strange life, from always being the new kid in class.
I am from laughing with my sister so hard it makes my stomach hurt.
I am from the shock of having life turned inside out and upside down, from learning that sometimes things have to be deconstructed before they can be rebuilt.
I am from celebrating the rebuilding. I am from being remade again and again.
I am from Tom, and from Emily, Lizzy, and Kate. I am from five other babies I never met (but whom I feel cheering me on daily.)
I am from bewilderment at the idea that marriage and motherhood could make me happy.
I am from that happiness.
I am from my discovery of home education.
I am from Anne-with-an-e, Betsy-Tacy, and Ramona Quimby, from George Eliot, Madeleine L’Engle, and Rumer Godden, from endless authors and perennial poets, from read-alouds, and verse, and the joy of the book log.
I am from the simplest of pleasures, from dark chocolate, steaming coffee, iced coffee, walking, friends, talking, theater, autumn and spring, and letters. Still letters.
I am from words, paper, typewriters, desktops, laptops, manuscripts, and books.
I am from nomads, from possibilities, and from imagination.
I am from a longing for roots, found finally, magically and forever, in everyone and everything I love.
Friday, August 06, 2021
Friday, July 23, 2021
Ramona here, dictating to Betsy:I personally have never read The Hunger Games, but, I don't want to have anything to do with it. At all. Whatsoever. Because I do not want to have anything to do with it, I very much loathe Karen Edmisten. So I say farewell to all of you, and I love you very much.Dramatization. I really actually love Karen Edmisten.
Friday, July 09, 2021
|The bride at age ten.|
|From the moment she put it on, she |
knew this was the dress.
|I was indebted to the seamstress for suggesting |
I bring a tiny crochet hook with us. Also? I
was really glad I didn't change into my heels
|I did a lot of gazing, marveling, enjoying, talking, and living the day, |
but pictures? Not so much. I mostly forgot to take any, but I know
the photographer had it all in hand.
|Atticus and our Betsy Ray (whose real |
name is Lizzy) dancing to "My Girl."
Friday, June 25, 2021
In the meantime, I look forward this weekend to joining the lovely Linda Mitchell at A Word Edgewise for the Poetry Friday roundup. Enjoy!
Thursday, June 17, 2021
by William Carlos Williams
faintly ironical smile
if I should
buy a shirt
your color and
put on a necktie
where would they carry me?
(This poem is in the public domain.)
Friday, May 28, 2021
I came across this piece — Spiritual Poetry: 22 poems about spirituality and enlightenment— by Jane Hirschfield and got lost in it. She groups the poems into categories, "gates" that she calls, "points of entry into spiritual life."
- The Great Yes
- Issa's Cricket
- Horace's Zen
- Four Poets, One Theme: Spiritual Residence
- Four Poets, One Theme: Abundance
- Spiritual Dialogue
She includes an expanse of poets from such varying times, places, and spaces that the result is a feeling of being in the room and sharing your sturdy and fragile humanity with the most interesting people you know.
Here's an example of one of the poems she chose to convey "Abundance":
Of all that God has shown me
I can speak just the smallest word,
Not more than a honey bee
Takes on his foot
From an overspilling jar.
~ Mechtild of Magdeburg (13th century) [translated by Jane Hirshfield]
Enjoy getting lost with me as you wander in and out of Hirschfield's gates.
Photo courtesy of Daria-Yakovleva at Pixabay.
Thursday, May 20, 2021
Mary Lee Hahn is retiring and the whole Poetry Friday-o-sphere is congratulating, celebrating, and honoring this queen among poets, teachers, and PF schedulers/organizers.
I've known Mary Lee online for a longish time. I think I started participating in Poetry Friday in 2006 or 2007, and I'm sure I "met" her early on. We've never met in person, but I've visited her online home so many times that I know I can kick off my shoes when I'm visiting and spending time with this kindred spirit.
In honor of Marvelous Mary Lee, I'm sharing a few haiku that I wrote for her. Congratulations, friend, on a marvelous career. May retirement bring you new poetic joys!
Friday, May 14, 2021
Friday, April 30, 2021
Friday, April 23, 2021