Welcome, Poetry Friday friends! For more invitations to read and write poetry, visit Lisa at Steps and Staircases. She's hosting the round-up party today.
The snow we got here on the ridge last night certainly offered an enchanting yet unexpected invitation to write. In my part of Texas, a snowfall is a rare and blissful experience. It was a delightful invitation to change this poem's original repetitive refrain from "The cold is coming" to "The snow is coming."
Invitation to Write:
Sometimes, invitations to write can surprise us by showing up in the most unlikely places or at times when we least expect it. Where do you find unexpected invitations to write? Take some time to make a list in your notebook. Pull it out some snowy day (if only in your imagination) and let its gentle invitation guide you to all kinds of unexpected writing possibilities.
It's the eve of National Poetry Month! How exciting it is to have a whole month to celebrate poetry in all its glory. To kick it all off, our dear friend Amy is hosting the round-up today. You can find her at The Poem Farm where she is gathering and tending to all the poetry seedlings today.
The month of April will be filled with spring beginnings and blooming poetry. As winter bows to spring and ushers in a new season of change, I am reminded of what remains the same. There is such beauty in life's natural course. No matter the season, fulfilling a purpose-whatever that might be, is really the bones of it all.
Invitation to Write:
Today's poem sprouted from a single word. The word "bones" popped into my head as I sat outside admiring the winter trees one day. Maybe that happens to you sometimes. What do you do with words that pop into your head? Whenever this happens to me, I reach for my pen and immediately jot that word down. Then, I think of how I could use that word in a way that it is not normally thought of or used to describe something else.
For example, when I was writing my poem, I thought about how the trees looked like bones without their summer leaves. I thought to myself, one does not typically think of trees as having bones. Yes, I was on the right track! This led me even further to thinking about how the word bones could be used to describe things in a different way other than the typical white pieces of skeleton in humans and animals. Can you find other words I used to describe or explain something in a different way other than the more common way the word is used?
So the next time a word pops into your head, be sure to write it down. Have some fun using the word in a different way than it is usually meant in order to describe something in a not so ordinary way!
Thank goodness for Poetry Friday! I look forward to this day all week long. It is a joy to read all of the poetic posts written by people I admire very much. So whether you are a regular traveler on the Poetry Friday train or you are climbing aboard for the first time, be sure to stop at the round-up station this week where Keri at Keri Recommends is our host!
When I was little, I remember my dad preparing the meat and readying the pump house for making sausage. First, he would grind the meat and put it into casings. Then, he would hang the links of sausage on the poles that hung in the rafters of the pump house. After that it was time to light a small fire underneath to smolder and create the most delicious smell of maple and oak. Some smells you never forget, and this is certainly one I am drawn back to every winter. So I was very excited one evening when I was taking a walk in the woods and got a whiff of that familiar scent in the air. I immediately whispered to myself, "It's sausage making time." From that one line, this poem emerged from deep within a treasured childhood moment with my father.
Invitation to Write:
Writers often rely on their senses when they are reaching into memory as they write. Think about some of your most treasured memories. What are the sights, sounds, and smells that you associate with these memories? Jot down some of these sensory details and see what bubbles up. Now, stretch yourself reach even deeper into the details of this memory and think out loud about what you have to say about this moment. That's right, talk to yourself! Jot down a few lines as you talk your way through this responsive experience. It's sensory writing time!
Happy new year Poetry Friday friends! I am so excited to begin a fresh new year filled with poetry blessings. Linda at TeacherDance is hosting the very first round-up of 2017! Celebrate this special day with all of the PF community at her welcoming space.
I love the feeling of new beginnings and the chance to look upon the world with fresh eyes. Today, I am filled with gratitude and hope for a new year of opportunities to begin again. I have thought a lot about the power of perspective and the role it plays in how I view my world. By defintion the word perspective means the way we choose to regard something or a particular attitude we have toward it.
Since I choose my perspective, it is worth considering before I make many of the decisions I am faced with in my life. This year, I have committed myself to listening more and reflecting on the thoughts and feelings of others. We are all a small piece of this big wonderful world. I am ready to start a new year of celebrating the perspectives of this world we share.
Invitation to Write:
As we begin a new journey in this new year, take a moment to consider your perspective on different things within your life. Ask yourself, "What do I think about this? How does this make me feel?" Perspectives can change as well. Think about those times your perspective was changed in one way or another. What brought about the change? How did it alter your point of view? It's also important to consider the perspectives of others. Try on a new pair of eyes this year, perhaps a grasshopper or maybe a bear! Big or small, we all have ideas and a voice to share. Who knows what's waiting to be explored with your new lenses!
Happy Holidays Poetry Friday friends! Buffy Silverman is hosting today at her space Buffy's Blog. Be sure to drop by and join in the poetry cheer!
Today I am sharing a poem I wrote a year ago on Christmas Eve. As usual, I was sitting on my back porch thinking and writing. I thought about the sounds that ring so true on this special night. I had previously read Walt Whitman's "Sounds of the Winter" poem, so his words were swimming around in my head when my pen began to write. Here is my poem, inspired by an old poet's words and one truly miraculous night.
Invitation to Write:
The holiday season can be an inspirational time to reflect on our connections to others and to this world. Take a moment at the end of this year to write from the sights and sounds of our world. Think about the ties that bind us all together in this life. Take a walk outside as the sun is going down. Turn your thoughts of this moment into words. Just write. Write from the sights and sounds of this night.
Three cheers for Poetry Friday! I hope all of you in the Poetry Friday community are staying cozy and warm as we make our way into the thick of winter. I hope you all get a chance to visit Jone this week at her space Check It Out.
This week I decided to write a companion poem to the poem I shared last week Still No Winter. I really love the idea of poems sharing a deep friendship. I was determined that the character in my first poem would have this sort of fellowship with my next character. I began to let my mind wander with possibilities. Who would the mysterious companion be? What connection would the two characters share? How could my second character bring balance to the character I described in my first poem? And after pondering these questions long and hard, a character did in fact emerge. Now when I read these two poems, I close my eyes and imagine these characters walking hand in hand in this winter world.
Invitation to Write:
Sometimes even a poem needs a friend. Think about poems that you have read or maybe poems you have written that share a deep connection. What joins these poems together? Maybe they share the same ideas or perhaps the characters are very similar. Try reading my companion poems to find the relationship between them or have a go at writing your own companion piece.
Warmest wishes to all on this glorious Poetry Friday! Thanks for visiting today, and be sure to stop by Bridget's space at wee words for wee ones for more poetry tid-bits. Thanks for hosting, Bridget!
Well, after many months of mild weather, it seems that winter has finally come to us here on the ridge. Like my Dragonfly Tree here in this photo, I can recall many times I have walked the earth-warm fields just waiting for winter to peel back the curtain and take center stage. I have often imagined winter itself as an ancient artist; one who could paint the most brilliant masterpiece from any stark-white canvas. The poem I am sharing today is my attempt to give praise to this magestic season and to its creator, whose work is never done.
Invitation to Write:
Writers will often put themselves in someone else's shoes in search of meaning and perspective. Try taking on the perspective and voice of someone or something else. Imagine what they might say and think. There are all sorts of paths your writing will lead you to!
When I sat down and reread the entry in my notebook that inspired this poem, it reminded me of the scene from one of my favorite books Owl Moon when the little girl and her Pa go owling. I recalled the opening to Jane Yolen's story and marveled at it again as I have often done. I decided at once that I would borrow those unforgettable first lines as a mentor for the poem I hoped to write about my ride with my son Zane.
As a writer, I have discovered the importance of collecting mentor texts and borrowing craft techniques from all the greats. I learn more about my own style and craft, the more I study the beauty of craft in mentor pieces.
Now that we have reached the middle of the winter, I have started going back through my notebooks in search of any winter poem starters. I found a few where I describe the bareness and bitterness of the landscape. There are reflections on the idea of the loneliness and despair that often exist in this winter world. I also discovered entries where I have embraced these feelings of solitude and paired them with something of beauty. I like these pictures of my winter home because they make me think that there is beauty within every layer that is stripped away and what we are left with is our own existence. Somehow this thinking about the contrast between darkness and light, led me to write this poem.
I see the most Corvids(which is the name for the family of birds including the raven, crow, and magpie) near my home during the winter than any of the other seasons. These dark feathered birds are a contrast to the white backdrop of the winter world I wanted to create, so they made perfect subjects for this particular poem. The fact that these birds are thought of as being highly intelligent inspired me to have them speak.
Welcome! I'm Kiesha Shepard, and I have a love for writing and the teaching of writing. Whispers From the Ridge is a place where I can share my words and ideas for teaching writing. It's also a place for you to find inspiration for writing the words inside of you. I invite you into my world of writing as I capture the whispers from the ridge.
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14 Tabatha at The Opposite of Indifference
21 Katie at The Logonauts
28 Linda at A Word Edgewise
4 Donna at Mainely Write
11 Margaret at Reflections on the Teche
18 Kay at A Journey Through the Pages
25 Jone at Check it Out
1 Kat at Kathryn Apel
8 Matt at Radio, Rhythm & Rhyme
15 Michelle at Today's Little Ditty
22 Amy at The Poem Farm
29 Laura at Writing the World for Kids
6 Violet at Violet Nesdoly | Poems
13 Irene at Live Your Poem
20 Leigh Ann at A Day in the Life
27 Brenda at Friendly Fairy Tales
3 Linda at TeacherDance
10 Jama at Jama's Alphabet Soup
17 Jane at Raincity Librarian
24 Carol at Carol's Corner
1 Mary Lee at A Year of Reading
8 Lisa at Steps and Staircases
15 Diane at Random Noodling
22 Buffy at Buffy's Blog
29 Heidi at My Juicy Little Universe