Ms. Carter's Blog
We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out -- Ray Bradbury
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Monday, May 23, 2011
New York City, Imagine That!
Start spreading the news,
I'm leaving today.
I want to be a part of it -
New York, New York.
Please join the voice thread conversation and reflect on our fantastic trip to the Big Apple.
I'm leaving today.
I want to be a part of it -
New York, New York.
Please join the voice thread conversation and reflect on our fantastic trip to the Big Apple.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Voice Thread
Please click on this voice thread link to post or view the amazing haiku poems written about the five natural elements.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Spring Poems
First Crocus
This morning, flowers cracked open
the earth’s brown shell. Spring
leaves spilled everywhere
though winter’s stern hand
could come down again at any moment
to break the delicate yolk
of a new bloom.
The crocus don’t see this as they chatter
beneath a cheerful petal of spring sky.
They ignore the air’s brisk arm
as they peer at their fresh stems, step
on the leftover fragments
of old leaves.
When the night wind twists them to pieces,
they will die like this: laughing,
tossing their brilliant heads
in the bitter air.
by Christine Klocek-Lim
After looking closely at this poem, we went outside and wrote spring poems of our own.
This morning, flowers cracked open
the earth’s brown shell. Spring
leaves spilled everywhere
though winter’s stern hand
could come down again at any moment
to break the delicate yolk
of a new bloom.
The crocus don’t see this as they chatter
beneath a cheerful petal of spring sky.
They ignore the air’s brisk arm
as they peer at their fresh stems, step
on the leftover fragments
of old leaves.
When the night wind twists them to pieces,
they will die like this: laughing,
tossing their brilliant heads
in the bitter air.
by Christine Klocek-Lim
After looking closely at this poem, we went outside and wrote spring poems of our own.
Friday, April 8, 2011
Personal Favorite (to date)
As the snow melts and the rivers open up, the poetry in our room is flowing.
Please post a poem that you are particularly pleased with.
Please post a poem that you are particularly pleased with.
Monday, April 4, 2011
Snowflake Bentley
As it appears that spring is not quite ready to spring, we have spent some time looking at the life of Wilson (Snowflake) Bentley and his stunning photographs of snow.
The poems created with Bentley's life and art in mind are lovely!
The poems created with Bentley's life and art in mind are lovely!
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Noise
The definition of noise is -- sound, especially of a loud, harsh, or confused kind: deafening noises.
Noise Poems are an entirely different experience!
It has been a treat to watch these creations be spun and to hear them read by their authors.
Please post your noise poems.
Noise Poems are an entirely different experience!
It has been a treat to watch these creations be spun and to hear them read by their authors.
Please post your noise poems.
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