Students - It rained all last night here, and oh did I love it! The sound of rain is one of my favorite sounds (along with crunching leaves and the bump of a rock kicked down the road). Right before dinner yesterday, I planted a few more plants, hoping that Mother Rain would swoop in overnight...tucking each basil and pea and nasturtium plant into their big earthen bed. And she did! In fact, it is still raining now in the morning as I write on the front porch. It sounds just like a lullaby.
Today's poem is a small one, yet I wrote many notebook pages about rain before I arrived here. Somehow the simplicity of the rain, the purity of the water droplets, the gentle drumming felt so...so...so...opposite of much of the online world. This opposite place is important for my humanity. For all of our humanity.
The few lines above are a list poem, beginning with a list of the things NOT happening, and twisting at the end to the one thing that IS happening. List poems are not difficult to write, and they can allow us to contrast two things.
This week - this summer - this life - I encourage you to unplug from everything and allow thoughts to arrive in your mind in the quiet. Allow non-tech sounds to tap on your heart. Write with no devices nearby. If you make this a practice, such times will become a good, solid friend to you. This is one of my own summer goals, and should you join me, I would love to hear about it.
I would like to extend my respect and gratitude to the fourth, fifth, and sixth grade members of the TRA (Tioughnioga Riverside Academy) Writing Club in Whitney Point, NY for our time together this week. I so appreciated joining your club virtually for one day and admire how you meet weekly and explore different writing topics and techniques in community. I wish you all a beautiful writing summer. Thank you, too, to your teacher leaders including Laura Farwell who connected us, who have built this important place for thinking and creation.
Buffy is hosting this week's Poetry Friday roundup over at Buffy Silverman with a spotlight on two new lyrical STEM picture books. Each Friday, all are invited to share poems, poem books, poetry ideas, and friendship in this open and welcoming poetry community.
May you be soothed by raindrops and other nature goodnesses.
xo,
Amy
Ah..the sound of rain tapping on your heart...love it.
ReplyDeleteCoincidentally it is raining as I write this comment. Summer rain helps to cool the heat down south. I love “tapping on my heart” and the simple presence of your poem.
ReplyDeleteThose two perfect words, 'not now.' Lovely.
ReplyDeleteThree cheers for unplugging, listening, looking, being.
ReplyDeleteToday's morning rain has deferred to the sun, glistening the raindrops. You inspired me to go write some poetry. Thanks, Amy!
ReplyDelete"morning rain/tapping on my heart."
ReplyDeleteHappy sigh. Happy, peaceful, electronics-free sigh.
I live in the pacific northwest, where rain is a regular visitor, and the sound of raindrops is a familiar melody!
ReplyDeleteAmy, raindrops and other nature goodnesses do fill my heart with gentle sounds.I have been intrigues by the drops hugging my new car when I was driving. The rain splashed and at times there was a hailstone-like noise that caught my attention. Perhaps, I shall write a poem about this. Thank you for the incentive.
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