Sunday, September 21, 2025

Classroom Exemplars

So, I'm teaching a creative writing class this fall for sixth through eighth graders. I am starting with structured poetry, and for our first two forms, I pulled examples from the Internet, but also one of my own poems to show the class. I have written several haiku and limericks and posted a few here - so that was easy. But I haven't really written cinquains of my own. So last week, as I was prepping for my creative writing class, I came across the above pic of my son's cat, Pearl.. I decided to use it for my cinquain exemplar. Here are the two poems I wrote to show this style of poetry to my students:

Murder Kitty

 Kitten

Soft, small, fluff ball

Sneaking, pouncing, nabbing

Stop bringing me your killed critters

Icky



Kitten -
backyard trickster
waiting to nab babies
newly hatched, not yet weened, thought unseen.
Not cute.

Friday, August 15, 2025

One Year

 



One Year

It’s been one year

           since everything changed and

           my family will never be the same.

It’s been one year

           full of unanswered questions and grief

           with no signs of any kind of relief.

It’s been one year

           fighting constant pinpricks of tears,

           forced to face my worst fears.

It’s been one year

           of reexamining long-held beliefs,

           requiring a full memory debrief.

It’s been one year

           of perpetual physical and emotional pain,

           though therapies create slow gains.

It’s been one year

           focused on incremental healing

           pursuing authentic processing.

Saturday, December 23, 2023

Twas the Week Before Break


 Twas the Week Before Break

Twas the week before break, and all through the halls

Students were excited and restless, bouncing off walls.

Bulletin board displays that had once been hung with care,

Were now all shredded and ripped practically bare;

As children ignored their teachers and leaned on the work,

Or perhaps moved slowly away with a quick shrug and a smirk.

 

We teachers had planned for absences, interruptions, and infusions of sugar,

But, alas, each classroom was rapidly becoming its own pressure cooker.

When over the intercom a loud, crackling announcement began,

Making me wonder what new intrusion would derail my lesson plan.

 

We were all dealt a huge blow, the result of continued snow fall,

“Recess will be held inside your classrooms,” came the ominous call.

But just when I thought my bladder would burst,

Supervision came from the school’s nurse.

 

Now Jasper! Now Casper, now Billy and Willy!

C’mon Tina and Gina, c’mon Sally and Susie!

Get off the bookshelf, get down from the table,

This is still a classroom, not a barnyard stable.

 

When at last the bell finally rang,

To our feet we all eagerly sprang.

Though we all knew tomorrow would bring more of the same,

But at the end of the week, we knew we'd exclaim:

"I’ll see you next year!" as we grinned from ear to ear.

Wednesday, July 19, 2023

Metal Leaves


 "My brain is made of metal leaves!"

came the lament as the meltdown commenced.

Strong emotions are nearly in control -

in mere moments reason will not exist.

                            Yet,

        I pause to admire the metaphor:

                What a wise way to say,

                            "I can't think today."

        My child is brilliant!

                A future poet or literary genius!

But for now rocking, shushing, and hugging

are the only language that will be understood.

Saturday, December 24, 2022

I'm Not Old, But I'm Not Young


I'm not old, but I'm not young...

gradually aging with

random rashes and hot flashes,

new pain and sudden weight gain.


I'm not old, but I'm not young...

my kids now adults with

graduations pending and

major life plans commencing.


I'm not old, but I'm not young...

my experience with

adulting is three decades strong

but wisdom comes slowly along.


I'm not old, but I'm not young...

friends have come and gone with

Facebook helping to ease distance

as others spring to existence.


I'm not old, but I'm not young...

happily aging with

the career I always wanted

and love that has not absconded.

Monday, February 21, 2022

Last Week in Haiku

 Atypical Week



Atypical week:

Monday was Valentine's Day.

Roses, candy, cards.


Then Tuesday arrived.

Too many meetings scheduled.

Migraine subtracts one.


Ran a Zoom break out room

then I pitched my friend's first book

One more task awaits.


Partner leaving soon

means it's time to interview

kids need a teacher.


One student's absent:

arachnid bite overnight;

spent day in ER.


Another sobs twice.

First unfriended IRL

and then felt dizzy.


Blast email to say

COVID case in grade.

Have I been exposed?


Now I am not sure

the name of the day of week

Is it Friday yet?


Yes! But wait, there's more!

Partner's last day: sad students.

We are now short staffed.


Friday also brought

a second interviewee,

deleting goodbyes.


The weekend is here!

Loving husband has a plan:

Go away to play.



Sunday, November 28, 2021

COVID Weight Gain

 

I wish I wasn't so fat.
Wait. I'm in control of that.
My stomach was never flat,
but it has grown as I've sat.

I should eat less and move more
to fit the clothes I once wore.
But it's easy to ignore
with foods and apps to explore.

Though the solution is clear,
can I successfully steer
through holiday meals and cheer
present at this time of year?

COVID caused routines to shift,
past good habits set adrift.
Excuses have become swift
when comfort food is sniffed.

I wish I wasn't so fat.
I know I can control that.
My stomach never was flat,
but it has grown as I have sat.