One who does not
Sleeps life away
Dreams the pages of books
Waits for one who does
One who does keeps going
Gets knocked down, And
Gets up again
Embracing best self bs
One does not want
One has needs
Buddha tells us to leave them
To sit, to breathe, to be
One loves through time
One loves with money
One loves with physical affection
Christ tells us to love all
I’m not sure what inspired me today, but my poetry students have started their big project. For three weeks, they write and write and write. While it’s admittedly cool to see a poem spring forth fully formed and almost perfect, it is not the reality we (writers) face. Today, I got to see one of my students as she worked hard on a poem–ideas, snatches of phrases and images, attempt after attempt to get four perfect lines. When she showed me those four lines, I got chills.
I love teaching people to think, to communicate in different ways–I love seeing the lightbulb go off above their heads.
I could come up with a list of excuses, some of them reasonable (most of them not). Anyone who takes the time to look back through my archive can see my spotty history with posting. I’m not sure if I can successfully make a habit out of it, but every time I fail is another chance to try again. After all, I’ll never get better at writing if I don’t do it regularly and push myself to get better at communication.
We are in week two of the new semester and I’m teaching poetry again. I love poetry.
I can admit that last semester was not by best by a wide margin. And, again, I could come up with a list of valid reasons that would just end up being excuses. I don’t want to excuse myself—I just need to do better.
Towards that end has come my challenge to my poetry students. I am asking them to write every day for fifteen minutes outside of school. There are no points for this. However, I know the stability and growth that will come to the ones who do it (and I’m doing it with them). The rules are easy:
- Find a place to write
- Try to stick to the same time of day
- Set a timer for fifteen minutes
- Write about whatever in whatever format
It’s going to take awhile to get back into a rhythm. Although, that holds true for most of the things I’d like to focus on for the next few months.