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National Poetry Month -- Haiku 30
Today I got to talk to my daughter's 2nd grade class about reading poetry aloud.
Because tomorrow, they're hosting a Poetry Reading (capital P, capital R) in the library -- the culmination of National Poetry Month.

Small One tells me she's reading her Free Verse (which still sounds like Fwee Vewse, even though she's in speech therapy) and her Diamante (which I guess is about Dumbledore and He Who Must Not Be Named).

I really think I'd rather go this poetry reading than see The Rolling Stones.
For real.

So, we talked about speaking loudly, slowly, clearly.
And about how you can look at the top of your audience members' heads and it'll seem like you're making eye contact.
And about how important it is to really know the piece you're reading and, at the same time, to remember that your audience doesn't know it at all.

Then, some of these smart, funny, rascally, eight-year-olds volunteered to practice and they brought down the house.
We all nodded and laughed and mm-hmmed at appropriate times and then sent up a roar of finger-snapping at the end.
And this was just the rehearsal.
I've got to go set my alarm right now...

But first, I have to say, as we close out National Poetry Month and put April to bed for another year, I love poetry.
I love it for children and I love it for beauty and I love it for grief.
I love it for meaning and for humor and for relief.
I love it for it's roundness in a linear and chronological life and for it's sensuality in a technological age.
I love poetry.

And, specifically, right now, I really love haiku.
I'll admit that I set out to write one haiku a day this month because haiku are short and I figured I could handle it.
Really. I admit it.

But I didn't realize how much more than that the practice would become.

So, here's the deal.
I cannot stop.

I am not making any promises right this minute because, instead, I want to see what I feel like doing.
But I will say that even though April's over, my haikuing days aren't.

Thank you for joining me this month.

Haiku 30

cat, do you need oil,
wailing like an old screen door?
in or out, my friend?

-- Liz Garton Scanlon

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wailing like an old screen door - perfect description!

And like you, I am haiku hungry for more. I want to revise what I have and I want to keep working on more, not quite so limited by the garden.

i have really enjoyed reading your daily haikus. I also like haiku a lot:) Enjoying poetry is something that I have acquired as I got older. I have even written a few haiku myself:)
I look forward to reading any future ones you write and share too.

Tanita Says :)

Going through this daily exercise with you and the Princesses really made me love poetry all over again. I will gladly continue to play along.

And I SO want to read the He Who Must Not Be Named Diamente. I'd MUCH rather hear this than the Stones. For sure.

You'd better not stop, especially not after that knock-out. Really. Every word is perfect, and it sticks with you as vividly as a wailing screen door, opening and closing parts of the reader's mind, just like a haiku should.

I'm so happy at the prospect of seeing more haiku from you. What a joyous, lovely April it's been with all your reflections.

Wish I could go to that P.R.!

What I love about poetry is how my friend liz inspires me to read it and enjoy it. I'm growing a new appreciation through your eyes and your writing.

i'm feeling overflowishly luck-worthy and kind of giddy to have you, your haiku, your classroom visits, your running feet padding along next to me.
i'll be reading....

"I really think I'd rather go this poetry reading than see The Rolling Stones.

For real."

Oh I just love you.


Maybe someday we'll be able to hold a slim volume of your spot-on haiku and read them with our students and remember where and when they started...

...I'm just sayin'...

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