Students found inspiration for poetry all around them- lines or phrases from a poem discussed in the webinar, elements of nature, or everyday things they paused to notice.
Green by Zoe P.
green
of growth
of forgiving
of safety
sometimes
green can be
so lonely
but i don’t mind
the cold green
that seems to coat
your
skin,
chilling you
and
the warmer
green that burns like
a hot stone
in your chest
green carries these feelings
like a camera carries
a memory card
full
of different
points of view
unnoticed
unappreciated
you color our world
with green emotions
green thoughts
green words
It might be true
that green doesn’t have
the warm
wicked
beautiful flare
of a sunset
or the deep
inkblots
of a blue sea
not even
the fireworks
of color
in fields of flowers
green is the sock hidden in the shoe
the matting in the picture frame
the sidewalk beneath the chalk
but however silent
green gives
when other colors receive
*****
Plop.
Rain drips
Down from
The canopy of
Leaves that
Block the sky from
Sight to those
Below,
Soaking
My head
With a
Single drop.
Plop.
I see
A drop of
Water
Fall through the air
Ahead of me.
Plop.
It soaks the
Ground where
I was going
To step.
Plop.
I avoid the
Area,
Trying to not fall over.
Plop.
Rain
Makes the
World
Seem much
More
Tolerable.
Plop.
-Calypso
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To The Sun by Julian M.
With your large yellow body
You keep us warm
On those cold days
With your large yellow body
You give us light
Every single day
With your large yellow body
You help crops grow
To grow our food
With your large yellow body
You hold up your part
In all of our lives
-Julian
To the Backyard Fence
You stand so still
White and dirty
Carefully following the hill
Leaning though very sturdy
You keep my dog at bay
Keep her safe
Both night and day
Branches fall
And leaves nest
But you stand tall
Birds sing and stand
And my sister looks over you
to see if the bluejay will land
And chalk has marked you blue
And pink and purple, yellow too
-Liv D.
When I’m alone
Perhaps lying in my bed
I think deeply
About bread.
I think about loaves
Baguettes
Challah
Ciabatta
And then
My cat jumps on to me
And I think, bread.
And then I know
That nothing will be the same again.
I walk down to an old, old, building.
It says that it’s for sale.
And I see my cat again
Her slender, snaking, tail.
And I know that I need
That old, old building
Two days later it was true.
I could turn the place
Into a bakery anew.
Two days later, it was true.
Now I had a bakery,
But what to make?
I had known from the beginning.
–Julia W.
Down the street,
Young children are standing
In the full sun.
The sun,
While good at heating,
Is not
The best for
Standing in for
Extended periods of
Time.
The shade is
A much
Better place to be.
Under a tree,
Specks of light
Shining through,
Constantly moving In the wind.
-Calypso