So, I'm following EthicalELA's #VerseLove poetry prompts and I was especially intrigued by Tuesday's prompt by teacher Margaret Simon. She challenged writers to write a "World Trying to Deal" poem, in which she offers websites to find photographs from the past year to prompt a free-verse poem. As a good student, I looked through the pictures, but I kept hearing music from West Side Story in my head, because Dr. Alice Hays and I had recently shared how Pride of Cincinnati responded to the pandemic. It's not a still photo, but a performance (like a still photo in movement), carrying on the WGI tradition as only they do - expanding the possibilities of artistry and sport in a video to highlight their mastery of the genre.
Here's the video they released from the past year...their performance. It is, similar to the still photos shared by Margaret Simon, a piece of art that immediately sparked me to say, "Today's poem is for Alice." Well, that was yesterday, but I'm posting today (Dr. Sarah Donovan...like I said, "You have no idea." So thankful for Ethical ELA)(unintended rhyme here). I think poetically, but never find enough time to scribe poetically. The focus of the website has given me the daily challenge. I wake up, sip coffee, and begin to put scissors to the paper snowflake...she what design results.
So, after watching the video, I drafted the following for Alice. I think if you click on the image, the fogginess of the lettering goes away. If not, scroll below and I will post it in Blogger text.
Because there’s a story here, Alice,
…a place for us…
& I doubt many understand the movement
of how a teacher finesses every dry-erased moment
with toes and fingers just so…
…but hat’s how I picture you, Alice,
somewhere in California
twirling possibilities with your daughters
as you plan another graduate course
Peace and quiet and open air wait for us -
You, tossing language
behind your back,
& artfully leaping
across another YA novel
such mindfulness and finesse…
…time together with time to spare…
this repertoire, designed with excellence,
& equipped with exquisite choreography.
hold my hand and we’re halfway there
That’s the poem, Alice…
this appeal of you
& how you know silk weaves
such narratives together
with precision,
your colors as weapons
to combat the dreary days of winter.
That’s the story, Alice. The art.
Somehow, someday, somewhere
finding news ways for living…
forgiving the year that just was with this poem.
Happy Humpback Day! You'll find me on screen doing PD for 60+ teachers today!
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