Cardinal at the window feeder
Two days of steady rain
Moving the plants that can't
Handle the frost indoors
Seeing you in a half dream
Wearing a made up face
With music behind you
From the island of Crete
You are always bearing living gifts
That the people turn down
They would rather drape themselves
In the corpse flesh of culture
You with your star eyes focused
Can achieve the inconceivable
Like lifting hot heavy stones
With the wind of your breath
You are a living verb while
They are noun-things in a herd
You are slow to come and
Slow to go while they hurry hurry
This evening cold and damp
Daring you to come out
Rain keeps quitting then starting
Again while cardinal feeds un-phased.
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
My New Teaching Strategy
If I find myself automatically rejecting a child's way of using certain materials because it doesn't fit with my agenda for the day, then I make myself figure out a way to turn whatever the child was doing into one of tomorrow's activities.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Markings
A relic unclaimed, no name
Left on the art table today
Blob of white glue and something
Looking like the iris of an eye
Black marker scratchings, cut up
Orange paper pieces placed but not
Pasted on the red rectangular page
The remains of a free form session
With scissors and creation like
The shed skin of a snake or
Wind markings in sand dunes.
Left on the art table today
Blob of white glue and something
Looking like the iris of an eye
Black marker scratchings, cut up
Orange paper pieces placed but not
Pasted on the red rectangular page
The remains of a free form session
With scissors and creation like
The shed skin of a snake or
Wind markings in sand dunes.
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