Welcome to Day 16 of Wallow in Wonder! For my 2016 National Poetry Month project, I will celebrate learning and writing from learning, writing poems from each daily Wonder at Wonderopolis. As I did with my Dictionary Hike in 2012, I am looking to surprise myself with new inspiration daily. This year, such inspiration will show up in my inbox each morning. I will print it and carry each Wonderopolis Wonder around all day...and in the afternoon or evening, I will write and post the poem for the next day.
I invite anyone who wishes to take this challenge too. Just read today's wonder over at Wonderopolis, and write a poem inspired by it for tomorrow. Share it tomorrow at your own site, and if you wish to link in my comments for others to find (or share your poem there), please feel free to do so tomorrow, the day after the Wonder is published at Wonderopolis. If you would like to share any ways you have used Wallow in Wonder or your own site (safe for children only please), please link to the #WallowInWonder padlet.
My April Poems Thus Far
April 1 - So Suddenly - a poem inspired by Wonder #1659
April 2 - Thankful Journal - a poem inspired by Wonder #1660
April 3 - The Storm Chaser - a poem inspired by Wonder #779
April 4 - A Jar of Glitter - a poem inspired by Wonder #641
April 5 - To Make Compost - a poem inspired by Wonder #1661
April 6 - Deciding Now - a poem inspired by Wonder #1662
April 7 - Hummingbird's Secret - a poem inspired by Wonder #1663
April 8 - Limits - a poem inspired by Wonder #1664
April 9 - Sundogs - a poem inspired by Wonder #1665
April 10 - Perspective - a poem inspired by Wonder #128
April 11 - At the History Museum - a poem inspired by Wonder #115
April 12 - Seventy-Five Years Ago Today - a poem inspired by Wonder #1666
April 13 - Homer's Poem - a poem inspired by Wonder #1667
April 14 - The Right - a poem inspired by Wonder #1668
April 15 - 5:00 am - a poem inspired by Wonder #1669
And now for Day 16!
Handwritten
by Amy LV
Students - Yesterday's Wonder at Wonderopolis was about inkjet printers and how they make so many different colors. This made me reflect on how much I love typing quickly at my computer and how much I enjoy sharing my writing easily with you through this blog. Too, I love revising with a keystroke and having the ability to save so many documents in one small laptop.
However...
Typing and keyboards and computers and the Internet and printed docs do not offer exactly the same feel as a handwritten letter or poem or note. I wrote about this once before too, in 2010, in a poem titled Mail. That poem poses a question.
It is fun to write many many poems, to go back through them, and to realize the themes of one's life. You may have noticed, as have I, that there are certain topics that I come back to again and again. In this way, writing helps me know who I am and who I wish to be.
Today's poem is a sonnet, the third of this National Poetry Month. April 1 (So Suddenly) and April 9 (Sundogs) also featured English - or Shakespearean - sonnets. Simple ones. I like the form.
It's also a poem of comparison. You might want to try this sometime. Take two things that are somewhat alike...but not exactly...and write a poem comparing them.
This month I am grateful to host middle school teacher and librarian Stefanie Cole and her students from Ontario, Canada at Sharing Our Notebooks all month long. This is a fantastic post full of notebook inspiration, a video clip, and a great book giveaway from Stefan
Happy Day 16 of National Poetry Month 2016!
Please share a comment below if you wish.
Your poem about wanting a handwritten note is precious. Those are few and far between these days right? Still enjoying your wonderful wallowing. I had to stop for a few days as my dad fell ill. Sorry for missing out on the fun.
ReplyDeleteAs usual I love this post and your poem. I have a beautiful NB filled with all the lines I tried for my first Progressive Poem in 2013.....I somehow felt like a "real" writer" with my extra fine black Sharpie-style pen and my handwritten crafting.....but I adore the speed of typing (love your onomatopoeia words!) and the ease of revision with the computer....torn....your poem gets to the heart. Time for both in our future I hope. You just helped me recall my visits to the 1964 World's Fair....homes of the future would have screens on the wall where you could touch and order groceries delivered to your door and you simply gave voice commands and things happened ie washing machine turned on or stove or heat!!! The future always (we pray) comes but the past has beauty and wisdom....gains and losses, too. (Think benefits of active lives versus sedentary for starters.)
ReplyDeleteAmen for the slow. And if it weren't for handwritten notes (and ancestors who were inveterate savers), I wouldn't have all the photo postcards that were sent to my grandmother!
ReplyDeleteI love this. I love that though i the end you want slow and handwritten, you acknowledge the great things about using a computer too. It is fun to change the font and size and color, after you've figured out what you want to say.
ReplyDeleteAmy, life moves at a clip but sometimes I just love to linger in the nondigital world. Thanks for noting the different worlds we can live in when writing.
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