Sunday, September 17, 2006

The First Week

by the second day
we were writing poems

drawing a red
heart
in the center
of the first clean
notebook page
mining our topics

no rhyme
not yet

our dreams and fears
our memories
our sadness

this is our beginning
our trying to become
a family of sorts

we'll celebrate
the victories
and get on each
other's last nerve

our year is newly
cracked open
pale and white
stretching out
like a year
waiting for the
prose
of the days
to follow

6 Comments:

Anonymous chiefbiscuit said...

Have fun with your new class- hope a great year is in store with lots of victories and successes.

5:46 AM  
Blogger Kathleen said...

i love the heart-mapping.
a certain girl read me her "crush" poem...

sigh.

they are growing up.

6:31 PM  
Anonymous jorge said...

I can't wait to see what develops this year...what a great way to begin the new year...and how lucky are those kids to have someone who seeks to mine for the gold that lies within!

7:45 PM  
Blogger twitches said...

wow - it doesn't seem like you have nearly as much summer as I do. How long are you off before school starts up again?

6:39 AM  
Anonymous January said...

Welcome back! I've missed coming to your blog because I always feel better after stopping by. (Love the last stanza.)

Good luck with the new class. Can't wait to read about it!

9:03 AM  
Anonymous susanna said...

So hopeful! This poem brings memories to mind of new binders and crisp white, lined paper, the smell of new erasers...

10:39 AM  

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