I have a confession: I haven’t been writing much. Life has gotten in the way. I miss the moments with my keyboard and miss mulling over my word choice and letting inspiration flow through me. I miss the community of writers that were doing the same. I feel like a dundering dope sitting here now wondering what to write about. I have 4 drafts sitting there, none of which I remotely like. There is no flow. My river has run dry.
So I’m going back into my notebook and finding some poems my students inspired me to write during our poetry unit. I felt that community of writers when we were sitting side by side, poet to poet, writing, giving, taking, reveling.
Spidery Tulips
There they sit
in the vase
so unassuming
so red
with bits of yellow
I lean in
to inhale
their tulipy scent
And I shrink back
in surprise
For inside my tulips
so red, with bits of yellow
A spider!
** We had tulips in our room and a student commented on how the insides looked like big, black spiders. And a poem was born.
Dear Birds
I try to sleep,
a cocoon in my bed.
Morning starts
creeping in.
It’s lovely…
until you arrive
My silence,
my solitude,
so rudely interrupted
your chirping,
your singing,
your caterwauling,
your incessant noise
You bring the end
to my slumber
And I do NOT appreciate it
* The kids wanted to write a poem to something they didn’t like. I don’t like birds.
So, pieces valuable to me as a writer because they remind me of feeling like a part of a community of writers. Hopefully, I can find myself polishing some pieces and finding my motivation one day soon…