Saturday, April 4, 2009

A Rocket Poem Three Ways


Try this: Write a poem about something. Then write about the same thing in another type of poem. I first wrote an acrostic about a rocket blasting into space. Then I thought I’d reword it and write about the rocket in a “things to do” list poem. Both poems were written over a year ago. Here they are:

Roaring

Off the launch pad in a

Cloud of smoke,

Kicking off its invisible tether to

Earth, it blasts into space, blazing a

Trail, searing the sky with its fiery tail.





Things to Do If You Are a Rocket

Roar off the launch pad

in a cloud of smoke,

kick off your invisible tether to Earth,

blast into space, blazing a trail,

searing the sky with your fiery tail.


Yesterday afternoon, I had mask poems on my mind—so I thought I’d write a mask poem on the same subject—and let the rocket do the talking!

Rocket Talk

I’m waiting on the launch pad…
Revving my engines,
Listening for the countdown.
Ten, nine, eight…
I hear a voice shout: “Blast Off!”
I’m ready! I’m smokin’!
SNAP! I break my Earthly bond.
Watch me! Here I go
Blasting up into the atmosphere.
Can you see me searing the sky
With my fiery tail?
Can’t wait to pierce
The planet’s blue skin
With my nose cone,
Burst into space,
And see stars shining
In the middle of the morning.
Man in the Moon, here I come!!!

Friday, April 3, 2009

Poetry Friday: Mask Poems

GRIZZLY BEAR

I’m grizzly bear. I’m fierce and fat…
And dangerous. Remember that!
My teeth are sharp as sabers.
My curvy claws can cut like saws,
And when I prowl the woods I growl
And frighten all my neighbors.

I rule the land. This forest’s mine!
I ain’t NOBODY’S valentine!
Don’t think that you can be my friend…
My dinner?
Yum!
GULP!

The End


LOOK AT US NOW!

The day we hatched from jellied eggs…
We looked like fish. We had no legs.
We breathed through gills. We had no lungs.
We didn’t have long sticky tongues.
We didn’t look like frogs…for sure.
But then we started to mature.
And day by day we changed and grew.
To tails and gills we bid adieu.
Now we have lungs and four fine limbs…
And we can croak
and jump
AND swim!

SNAKE SOLILOQUY

I’m a slippery slitherer,
silent and sleek,
sliding and slinking
through grasses
I sneak
weaving and winding
legless and low
I slip slyly hidden
wherever I go.
Wending and bending
by stalk, stem, and stone
like a ribbon of muscle
and skin without bone
tongue catching the scent
of a soft, furry prey.
Smells like it’s field mouse
for dinner today!


I love mask poems! I love reading and writing them. I think it’s so much fun to take on the personality and speak in the voice of an animal, element of nature, an inanimate object. In my animal mask poems posted above, I tried to capture different personalities or emotions: The bear is boasting about how tough he is and trying to scare other animals. The frogs are excited about having grown into adults. The snake is speaking quietly about the way he moves—sliding and slinking and sneaking up on prey.

In the following poem, a snail speaks. This poem is meant to be read in the voice of a plodding slowpoke. (I’m sorry that I can’t print the end of the first stanza on Blogger the way it should be.)

I’M SNAIL

I’m snail. I’m slow.
That’s how I go
From place to place.
I never race.
I take my time.
I s l i d e
along
my
trail
of slime.

I have a heavy shell to bear…
But I don’t care.
I never grouse
Because I have to wear
My house.
I just suppose
That’s how it goes…
Some are fast
And some are slow…
And slow is fast
As I can go.
Slow’s the only speed I know.


Writing Mask Poems with Children
I loved sharing and writing mask poems with my students when I was an elementary teacher and a school librarian. I found having my students write mask poems was an excellent way to encourage them to think and write creatively about subjects that they were learning about in school.

If we were doing a unit of study on space, my students could pretend they were the sun, the moon, a planet, a meteor, a star, a galaxy—and write poems from the perspectives of those “heavenly “ objects. Imagine pretending to be a galaxy spiraling around in the universe…a meteor blazing through Earth’s atmosphere…the sun blasting out solar flares…a star looking like a jewel in the night sky!

Imagine speaking in the voice of an animal you had learned about through doing research on and writing a report about. In your poem, you could slither and hiss as a cobra. You could be a cheetah and run across the grassland chasing prey. You could be a penguin speeding “through the freezing sea like a bullet.”

After taking walks in the woods, observing a tree in or near your yard for several days, and studying about evergreen trees and about the yearly cycle of broadleaf trees—you might even pretend to be a willow tree with a crown of green that “looks like a leafy waterfall”—or a birch tree that feels alone in the forest and whistles “in the night when the wind blows through my leaves”—or a tree beseeching a bluebird to build a nest in its leafy arms and to lay eggs the color of the sky in it.

My students really got into the groove of taking on the “personality” of the subjects they wrote about in their mask poems.

Here are three mask poems written by my second grade students that won prizes in the 2000 Massachusetts Science Poetry Contest:


FIRST PRIZE

If I Were a Tree
by Flynn Grade 2

If I were a tree,
If I were a tree,
I'd work all summer
Making food for me.
I'd drink the rain
From the soft brown earth,
Take sunlight in
Through my leaves of green.
I'd stand outside
And breathe the air.
If I were a tree,
If I were a tree,
I'd work all summer
Making food for me.



SECOND PRIZE

Sun
by Mike Grade 2
I am a flaming
Ball of gases.
My solar flares
Blast into space
Like big fiery hands
Reaching for comets.

I am the sun,
Burning hot,
A golden star
Lighting the darkness.


HONORABLE MENTION

I Am the Sun
by Anne Grade 2
I am the sun,
A fiery sphere.
Flames
Lash out of my body
Like shooting stars.

I am the sun,
A roaring lion
Shaking my mane of fire.
I rule the universe.

I am the sun.

COLLABORATIVE CLASS MASK POEMS
I sometimes visited with other classes in my school to lead poetry-writing sessions. Here are collaborative mask poems that I wrote with two other second grade classes in my school. Mrs. Berg’s class was learning about penguins; Mrs. Baker’s class was doing a butterfly unit.

PENGUIN
A Class Poem by Mrs. Berg’s Class

I am a penguin,
chubby in my black and white
suit,
waddling on the slippery ice,
sliding on my big belly
into the freezing cold sea.
SPLASH!
Here I come, fish.
I’m hungry as can be!

MONARCH
A Group Poem by Mrs. Baker’s Class
I chew on a milkweed leaf
so yummy.
I wiggle around on a green stage.
I hang upside down
like a bat
and shed my striped skin.
Inside my green and gold chrysalis
I grow my bright orange wings.

Someday I will be
a beautiful monarch
and fly around free
in a field of flowers.


Recommended Poetry Books with Mask Poems
It is always wise to immerse children in mask/persona poems written by a variety of poets before asking them to write their own poems. I always found it helpful to write a collaborative group poem before sending students off to write their own individual poems.

Here are some books with mask poems that I used in the classroom and in the library to inspire my students. The following books are all in print.

DIRTY LAUNDRY PILE: POEMS IN DIFFERENT VOICES
Selected by Paul B. Janeczko
Illustrated by Melissa Sweet
HarperCollins, 2001


This terrific anthology includes poems by Karla Kuskin, Bobbi Katz, Tony Johnston, Patricia Hubbell, Lilian Moore, Marilyn Singer, Jane Yolen, Douglas Florian, Alice Schertle, April Halprin Wayland, and Kristine O’Connell George. In these poems, the poets speak in many different voices—including those of a vacuum cleaner, a washing machine, the winter wind, a whale, a cow, a mosquito, a bacterium, a blue crayon, a snowflake, and trees.

DESERT VOICES
Written by Byrd Baylor
Illustrated by Peter Parnall
Macmillan, 1981

In Baylor's book, we hear the voices of desert animals—including those of a jackrabbit, a rattlesnake, a spadefoot toad, a buzzard, and a coyote—speaking to us about themselves and their life in the desert. The free verse mask poems in this book serve as excellent examples for children in early elementary and middle grades.

INSECTLOPEDIA
Written & illustrated by Douglas Florian
Harcourt Brace, 1998


Insectlopedia is my absolute favorite Douglas Florian poetry book! Not all of the poems in this collection are mask poems—but the nine that Florian wrote for Insectlopedia are exceptional examples for kids…and they’re a lot of fun to read to and recite for students. The mask poems in this book include The Dragonfly, The Inchworm, The Black Widow Spider, The Weevils, The Whirligig Beetles, and The Locusts. The other poems in this book are terrific, too.

OLD ELM SPEAKS: TREE POEMS
Written by Kristine O’Connell George
Illustrated by Kate Kiesler
Clarion, 1998



Just five of the poems in Old Elm Speaks are mask poems—but they are fine examples to share with children. In Oak’s Introduction, an oak tree speaks to a child—telling him he’s been watching him grow…and inviting the child to see how high he can climb on him/her now that the tree has also grown and has strong branches. In Miss Willow, a narcissistic tree has been admiring herself in “the still cool waters” when a heron comes along and splashes down on her “glorious reflection.” In the book’s other mask poems: a maple shoot remembers helicoptering through the air the previous fall and how it had come to rest in a patch of dirt that was “sweet and soft”; a neatly clipped city tree speaks of having wild dreams of being a forest when all the cars have gone home for the night; and an old elm tells a young sapling It will take/autumns of patience/before you snag/your/first/moon. This lovely book by an award-winning poet would be a great addition to an elementary classroom library collection.


More Than Mask Poems

WHEN RIDDLES COME RUMBLING: POEMS TO PONDER
Written by
Rebecca Kai Dotlich
Illustrated by Karen Dugan
Wordsong/Boyds Mills Press, 2001



Many of the poems in this book are not just mask poems--they are riddle rhymes to boot! It would be fun to read these rhythmic, rhyming riddles aloud to children and ask them to guess whose "voice" is speaking in each poem. The voices include those of a snake, a pizza, fireworks, a trampoline, and a roller coaster. The illustrations will help children guess the answers to the riddles.


BUTTERFLY EYES AND OTHER SECRETS OF THE MEADOW
Written by
Joyce Sidman
Illustrated by Beth Krommes
Houghton Mifflin, 2006


All of the poems in this book are riddles; many of them are also mask poems. Winner of the 2006 Cybils Award for Poetry, this book contains outstanding examples of mask poems. Some of the "voices" speaking to us in the poems are those of the dew, a grasshopper, a spittlebug, xylem and phloem, a milkweed plant, and a hawk. The illustrations in this book also provide clues for young readers to help them solve the riddles. You can read my review of BUTTERFLY EYES here.

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At Blue Rose Girls, I have a second post about Magnetic Poetry, which includes poems composed online by Mary Lee of A Year of Reading, Pam Coughlan of Mother Reader, Meghan McCarthy of the Blue Rose Girls, and me.


At Political Verses, I’m featuring Poem for the End of the Twentieth Century by J. Patrick Lewis for this first Poetry Friday during National Poetry Month.


Amy Planchak Graves has the Poetry Friday Roundup at ayuddha.net.



Thursday, April 2, 2009

Poetry Kit 2009 from Houghton Mifflin


I received an email from Houghton Mifflin today informing me of the Poetry Kit 2009 it has available online. The kit has extension activities for a number of the children’s poetry books it published this year—including Joyce Sidman’s Red Sings from Treetops, Alice Schertle’s Button Up!, and Laura Salas’s Stampede!.


The kit includes a letter from poet Joyce Sidman, activity sheets, stickers, and a poem-a-day calendar. Here’s the link: Poetry Kit 2009

Boston Globe Article: Independent Bookstores Holding Up vs. Big Rivals

I just read the following article in today’s edition of The Boston Globe. I thought some of you might find it interesting reading.

From The Boston Globe (April 2, 2009)

Unchained success: Independent bookstores holding up vs. big rivals
By Irene Sege

BROOKLINE - Signs on the doors of two Coolidge Corner bookstores told a tale challenging the conventional wisdom. The one at Barnes & Noble said "Closed." The one on the independent Brookline Booksmith welcomed the chain's customers and solicited their suggestions. Now, three months after Barnes & Noble departed, Booksmith savors modest growth in the midst of a recession that's battering most retailers.


"I do think there's a swing back to valuing local and independent," said Booksmith manager Dana Brigham. "Small and local can be good places to do business and very healthy for your community."


Booksmith is not the only independent bookstore proving surprisingly sturdy in a stormy economy. Other small booksellers are withstanding the downturn with the same combination of community involvement, personalized service, events, e-commerce, and such extras as cafés or gifts or used books, that enabled them to survive the onset of megachains and Amazon.com.


You can read the rest of the article here.



Two Independent Stores Where I Shop for Books

Banbury Cross Children’s Bookshop in Wenham, Massachusetts


Inside Banbury Cross


Cornerstone Books in Salem, Massachusetts



My Poems in Yareah Magazine



Here’s an interesting story—at least from my perspective: A few weeks ago I received an email from Isabel del Rio, the arts editor of a new bilingual (Spanish/English) magazine called Yareah. She wrote to to tell me that she had been reading poems that I had written and posted at Wild Rose Reader Reader—and that she wanted to publish three of them in Yareah’s April 2009 issue. Her email came as a big surprise to me! I thought about Isabel's request for a couple of days. Then I gave her permission to publish my poems in her magazine.


The April issue of Yareah was published online yesterday. You can actually read the entire issue of the magazine at Yareah’s website. Here’s a link to the main page: Yareah Magazine.


And here’s a link to the page with my three poemsSpace Man, Winter Ballet, and Fairy for Hire.


NOTE: You can leave comments on the page with my poems at the Yareah website. If you do leave a comment there this week, I will add your name to the list of those eligible to win a copy of Falling Down the Page: A Book of List Poems from Wild Rose Reader.


Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Pens v Devils

Hello again, Friends! Ugh, after spending the last two days updating operating systems and anti-virus definitions in preparations for the as-of-yet uneventful Cornpicker Conficker worm, I've about had it with computers right now. Since I'm posting early on this Wednesday game day, I figured I'd give you a few things to discuss in The Friends' Zone.

First thing on the docket: I've been getting TONS of emails about this Puck Daddy character. I've been trying really hard to ignore
this situation and not contribute to it by giving him the attention he so obviously seeks, but it seems that it's just not going to go away until I address it. Evidently his Sid hating is even getting to be a little extreme even for the Sid haters! Hmmm... Perhaps Mr. Daddy's girlfriend thinks our Siddo is more attractive than he is so he has taken to the 'net to vent his frustrations... :P

Seriously, though, I'm not going to get too worked up about this situation. All I'm going to say about it is this: Wyshynski writes for Yahoo! therefore it is a reasonable assumption that he is getting paid for his work. If you do not like it and do not agree with it, do not visit his site. Believe me, I do The Sidney Crosby Show for free, but I still have a site tracker - nearly every blogger worth his/her salt does - and you can bet your bottom dollar that Yahoo! monitors every click you make. More clicks = more cash in his pocket. If you want to hit him where it hurts, simply stop adding to the click counter.

"Puck Pappy who? Is he a rapper?"

So am I calling for a boycott? No - for two reasons. 1.) Because a boycott would take effort, and frankly, I don't care that much about blogs I don't like. Heck, since I started my new job in October, I haven't had time at all to read the blogs I enjoy, not even my favorite one, so I certainly won't waste my time on one that will only irritate me. And 2.) Officially calling for a boycott will only start a "blog war." I'm 31 years old. I'm waaaaay too old for "fighting" on the Internet.

Look, Wyshynski is entitled to his opinion and nothing we do will stop him from expressing it. (Let's face it - even if he wasn't paid to do it for Yahoo!, he could go back to Blogger and do it for free.) I'm just saying that this situation should be handled with the same method that we would like Caps fans to use when it comes to TSCS: if it's not your thing, then read something else.

Now on to more important things. Click here to view photos of our Boys waiting tables for Skates and Plates. My favorite one is the one of Saint Siddo serving the bottle of Mario Lemieux wine - that woman looks terrified. (Hahahaha!)

And HOLY FRICK round 1 playoff tickets go on sale next Tuesday. WOOOOOO!!! I'm going to try for a pair; however, there are only 2,000 tickets that are going to be made available. Wish me luck...

The Pens are hosting the Devils tonight. They've got 8 points on us, but no other team has been able to score enough goals to chase Martin Brodeur off the ice more than the Penguins.

LET'S GET MARTY OUT OF THAT NET ONE MORE TIME!!!

GO PENS!!!!!!!!!!

Acrostic Poems for Spring


It’s the first day of National Poetry Month! I’m posting some of my original acrostic poems about spring. The first poem below, Nest, is one that I haven’t posted here previously.


Nestled in a basket on a bough,

Eager to eat, itty-bitty birds

Singing for their supper,

Trilling and filling a tree with song




And now, spring settles in,

Pitches her green tent.

Robins return, fruit trees burst

Into bloom, and the sun

Lays her warm yellow hands over the earth.



Soft, scented breezes, kite-catching winds, the

Pitter patter of warm rain on the

Roof, daffodils and daisies and lilacs

In bloom, apple trees wearing snow-white crowns.

Now the sun lingers at the edge of day and

Green…lovely green…has come home to stay.



Coming up, I’m coming up,

Reaching through the softening soil, poking my petals

Out of the earth,

Collecting sunlight in my purple cup.

Up, I’m coming up.

Spring is on the way!


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Here’s a link to a super list of resources that I compiled for National Poetry Month:
Resources for National Poetry Month 2009

The following blogs have big plans for National Poetry Month. You’ll want to visit them often during the month of April:


Win a Poetry Book!
Every week during April, I’ll be giving away children’s poetry books at Wild Rose Reader and books of light verse at Political Verses. If you leave a comment at one of my poetry posts this week, I’ll enter your name in the drawing for a poetry book. If you leave comments at two post, I'll enter your name twice...and so on.

This week’s prize from Wild Rose Reader will be a copy of Falling Down the Page: A Book of List Poems edited by Georgia Heard.



This week’s Prize from Political Verses will be The Underwear Salesman and Other Jobs for Better or Verse, which was written by J. Patrick Lewis and illustrated by Serge Bloch.



The drawings for the poetry book prizes for this week will be held on Sunday, April 5th.