Chalk-A-Bration 3

While I was at the All Write Conference last week I bought a book by Carole Boston Weatherford, Sidewalk Chalk: Poems of the City. I couldn't believe my luck; this was a great find. Fun poems of city life and one titled Sidewalk Chalk. It didn't take long for me to buy this one! 
Here is an excerpt from the poem:

Sidewalk Chalk

Big and bold now, write your name.
Draw an arrow, then take aim
at a puff heart: "Kim loves Kyle."
Doodling's sure to bring a smile.

(Find the rest here).

My poetic celebration is about summer and popsicles. Two things we have been loving at my house a whole lot recently.

We will be taking a trip to West Virginia soon for some camping and family time. We can't wait to see some mountains, lakes, waterfalls and all that nature has to offer, as well as bask in the downtime that camping offers. I hope if you don't get a chance to chalk today you find some time soon to write your words for the world to see. We recently saw some of our chalk on Google Earth. Pretty neat!
Link below and check out the other chalkers!

Wordle Inspires Poetry--Thanks Mary Lee

Fill your poetic well with poems today at PaperTigers.

I start with a thank you to Mary Lee! I too am participating in the Teachers Write camp this summer and saw yesterday's prompt--pasting some of your own text into Wordle to discover common themes. I never thought to use poetry but Mary Lee did!  Today, I am taking her suggestion to paste some original poems into Wordle and then create a new poem using the words presented. If you haven't already, go see her's here, (brilliant)!

First Wordle
I love the words that were bolded. Clearly I love them since they apparently appear the most frequently in the writing I pasted together. (That is what Wordle does, takes your most used words and makes them stand out).

Second Wordle: Sames words but a different arrangement.

For extra fun, I picked apart a few sets of words that clumped themselves together, I love these.

Pine 

snow

 feeds 

branches

Alone

 babble 

berries

 balance

Fight 

ahead

colors

flee

So, this was fun, tricky and took a bit of back and forth writing for me. Here is the poem I discovered waiting in the word piles.



Though carefully
I watch

young

made brave.

Delicate eyes fall
exhale
wait.

Never alone
miles hope
journey
unafraid.

I watch
though carefully

wonder
wait.


I had several images swirling as I tried to write this. First it was my daughter during her tonsillectomy recently, where I watched  a very little girl approach uncertainty in a very brave exterior. Then I thought of it as the way I scaffold young writers, the uncertainty there, the waiting and waiting and wonder that circulates in a school year. Then I thought of seedlings growing, probably because the word grow was staring at me and I couldn't find a way to use it, (ironic I thought). And so, it could probably mean many things, and will probably mean something else tomorrow.


Hey...still here? If you have some chalk and a little extra time on your hands tomorrow, or even if you don't, find a moment or two and chalk some poetry! Come back here and check out what others powder up on the driveways and sidewalks of our world. Want to know what the heck I'm talking about, click here!