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    The Spring 2010 Young Authors Group Focus is on Poetry
    Georgia Heard's Doors of Poetry
    Despair
    not knowing what is to come
    fear througnt your bones
    in a corner shivering in fear
    hopping this can not be
    sourounded by shadows in the night
    clinging on to dear life
    despair is horrible as horrible can be
    kylie

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Sunday, March 7

  1. page Doors of Poetry edited Georgia Heard writes in her book, Awakening the Heart, there are 5 "doors" that can be op…
    Georgia Heard writes in her book, Awakening the Heart, there are 5 "doors" that can be opened to find poetry.
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    The Heart Door
    Georgia Heard quotes the former poet laureate Rita Dove as saying, “I would like to remind people that we have an interior life- even if we don’t talk about it because it’s not expedient, because it’s not cool, because it’s potentially embarrassing- and without that interior life, we are shells, we are nothing (Awakening the Heart, p. 52).”
    ...
    I slide a pillow behind her head,
    wrap the old blue blanket around her,
    ...
    off, Grandma.
    The

    The
    Observation Door
    Poetry can be found in what we see around us. We can write about what amazes us or what we feel is beautiful. Poetry helps us to see the world in a new way so that we might come to understand it with greater clarity.
    Orange
    ...
    Jane Yolen
    I

    I
    want to
    ...
    a bite
    out

    out
    of that sunset sky,
    letting

    letting
    the juices
    run

    run
    down my chin,
    spitting

    spitting
    out the pulp
    onto the rocks below.
    The Concerns about the World Door
    Poetry can be inspired by what is going on in the world like what we see on the news. Poetry can be about war and natural disasters, not just what we think is beautiful.
    Litter
    ...
    Ralph Fletcher
    What

    What
    geniuses left this trash?
    I

    I
    walk past abandoned tires,
    beer

    beer
    bottles, one read sneaker,
    not

    not
    to mention
    ...
    other stuff.
    Tree

    Tree
    never clean up their
    leavesleavesleavesleaves…
    And

    leavesleavesleavesleaves…
    And
    all these rocks! Blame
    the

    the
    glacier for scattering
    this litter of stone.
    ...
    p. 55)
    One

    One
    day the
    ...
    to disappear
    and

    and
    everyone would
    ...
    have recycled.
    Anyone

    Anyone
    would rather
    ...
    of gold,
    than

    than
    a rainforest,
    later anyone would rather see a rainforest.
    The Wonder Door
    Poetry can be found in the questions we have about the world.
    beetle
    ...
    Ralph Fletcher
    Who

    Who
    knows the
    ...
    VW Bug
    white

    white
    and well-rusted,
    Utterly

    Utterly
    abandoned
    to

    to
    a meadow of weeds
    and

    and
    wild blackberries?
    Who

    Who
    knows how
    ...
    its back
    Tires

    Tires
    pointed up
    like

    like
    an unlucky beetle
    who

    who
    never learned to
    turn

    turn
    back over.
    The

    The
    Memory Door
    We

    We
    can find
    ...
    our memories.
    The Grandma poem by Ralph Fletcher could be considered a memory poem.
    Ma
    ...
    Ralph Fletcher
    Salmon

    Salmon
    hatch in a stream,
    swim

    swim
    out to the ocean,
    but

    but
    they always return
    to

    to
    the stream
    ...
    their birth.
    Today

    Today
    I said: “Bye, Ma,”
    and

    and
    I got
    ...
    funny feeling.
    Then

    Then
    it hit me:
    Ma

    Ma
    was my first word.
    As

    As
    if the
    ...
    swam back
    to where it all began.
    Bedtime
    ...
    Ralph Fletcher
    Sometimes

    Sometimes
    I remember
    the

    the
    good old days
    sitting

    sitting
    on the kitchen floor
    at

    at
    night with my brother
    each

    each
    on our own squares
    of

    of
    cold linoleum.
    I’m

    I’m
    fresh from the bath,
    wearing

    wearing
    baseball pajamas.
    Outside

    Outside
    the screen door
    summer

    summer
    breezes stir.
    Mom

    Mom
    gives us
    ...
    two cookies,
    a

    a
    cup of
    ...
    kiss good-night.
    I

    I
    still can’t
    ...
    than that.
    The

    The
    Infinite Poetry Door
    Topics for poems sometimes do not fit in neat categories and new doors can be created.
    Where does poetry hide for you?
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  3. page Doors of Poetry edited ... The Heart Door Georgia Heard quotes the former poet laureate Rita Dove as saying, “I would l…
    ...
    The Heart Door
    Georgia Heard quotes the former poet laureate Rita Dove as saying, “I would like to remind people that we have an interior life- even if we don’t talk about it because it’s not expedient, because it’s not cool, because it’s potentially embarrassing- and without that interior life, we are shells, we are nothing (Awakening the Heart, p. 52).”
    Better
    by

    by
    Langston Hughes
    Better

    Better
    in the quiet night
    To

    To
    sit and cry alone
    Than

    Than
    rest my
    ...
    another’s shoulder
    After

    After
    you have gone.
    Better,

    Better,
    in the brilliant day,
    Filled

    Filled
    with sun and noise,
    To

    To
    listen to
    ...
    at all
    Than to hear another voice.
    Grandma
    By

    By
    Ralph Fletcher
    My

    My
    Grandma loves
    ...
    cook Italian:
    manicotti,

    manicotti,
    veal cutlet parmesan,
    crusty

    crusty
    bread like
    ...
    never had.
    Over

    Over
    the years
    ...
    much garlic
    the

    the
    smell is soaked forever
    into

    into
    her warped cutting board.
    Now

    Now
    she’s losing her memory.
    But

    But
    she still remembers
    the

    the
    summer I was three.
    “You

    “You
    loved to
    ...
    garden hose
    but

    but
    you kept
    ...
    to say:
    DON’T

    DON’T
    SHUT IT OFF, GRANDMA!”
    She

    She
    nods off
    ...
    we’re talking,
    the

    the
    skin on
    ...
    so white
    it

    it
    could almost
    ...
    from clouds.
    I

    I
    slide a
    ...
    her head,
    wrap

    wrap
    the old
    ...
    around her,
    whisper: Don’t shut it off, Grandma.
    ...
    Observation Door
    The

    Poetry can be found in what we see around us. We can write about what amazes us or what we feel is beautiful. Poetry helps us to see the world in a new way so that we might come to understand it with greater clarity.
    Orange
    By Jane Yolen
    I want to take a bite
    out of that sunset sky,
    letting the juices
    run down my chin,
    spitting out the pulp
    onto the rocks below.
    The
    Concerns Aboutabout the World Door
    The

    Poetry can be inspired by what is going on in the world like what we see on the news. Poetry can be about war and natural disasters, not just what we think is beautiful.
    Litter
    By Ralph Fletcher
    What geniuses left this trash?
    I walk past abandoned tires,
    beer bottles, one read sneaker,
    not to mention the other stuff.
    Tree never clean up their
    leavesleavesleavesleaves…
    And all these rocks! Blame
    the glacier for scattering
    this litter of stone.
    Pollution (Awakening the Heart, p. 55)
    One day the trees are going to disappear
    and everyone would say I should have recycled.
    Anyone would rather have a pile of gold,
    than a rainforest,
    later anyone would rather see a rainforest.
    The
    Wonder Door
    The

    Poetry can be found in the questions we have about the world.
    beetle
    by Ralph Fletcher
    Who knows the story behind the VW Bug
    white and well-rusted,
    Utterly abandoned
    to a meadow of weeds
    and wild blackberries?
    Who knows how it got turned on its back
    Tires pointed up
    like an unlucky beetle
    who never learned to
    turn back over.
    The
    Memory Door
    Infinite

    We can find poetry in our minds, within our memories.
    The Grandma poem by Ralph Fletcher could be considered a memory poem.
    Ma
    by Ralph Fletcher
    Salmon hatch in a stream,
    swim out to the ocean,
    but they always return
    to the stream of their birth.
    Today I said: “Bye, Ma,”
    and I got a funny feeling.
    Then it hit me:
    Ma was my first word.
    As if the word swam back
    to where it all began.
    Bedtime
    by Ralph Fletcher
    Sometimes I remember
    the good old days
    sitting on the kitchen floor
    at night with my brother
    each on our own squares
    of cold linoleum.
    I’m fresh from the bath,
    wearing baseball pajamas.
    Outside the screen door
    summer breezes stir.
    Mom gives us each two cookies,
    a cup of milk, a kiss good-night.
    I still can’t imagine anything better than that.
    The Infinite
    Poetry DoorsDoor
    Topics for poems sometimes do not fit in neat categories and new doors can be created.

    Where does poetry hide for you?
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    5:38 pm
  4. page Doors of Poetry edited Georgia Heard writes in her book, Awakening the Heart, there are 5 "doors" that can be op…
    Georgia Heard writes in her book, Awakening the Heart, there are 5 "doors" that can be opened to find poetry.
    ...
    Heart Door
    Georgia Heard quotes the former poet laureate Rita Dove as saying, “I would like to remind people that we have an interior life- even if we don’t talk about it because it’s not expedient, because it’s not cool, because it’s potentially embarrassing- and without that interior life, we are shells, we are nothing (Awakening the Heart, p. 52).”
    Better
    by Langston Hughes
    Better in the quiet night
    To sit and cry alone
    Than rest my head on another’s shoulder
    After you have gone.
    Better, in the brilliant day,
    Filled with sun and noise,
    To listen to no song at all
    Than to hear another voice.
    Grandma
    By Ralph Fletcher
    My Grandma loves to cook Italian:
    manicotti, veal cutlet parmesan,
    crusty bread like you’ve never had.
    Over the years she’s cut so much garlic
    the smell is soaked forever
    into her warped cutting board.
    Now she’s losing her memory.
    But she still remembers
    the summer I was three.
    “You loved to play with the garden hose
    but you kept turning around to say:
    DON’T SHUT IT OFF, GRANDMA!”
    She nods off while we’re talking,
    the skin on her hands so white
    it could almost be made from clouds.
    I slide a pillow behind her head,
    wrap the old blue blanket around her,
    whisper: Don’t shut it off, Grandma.

    The Observation Door
    The Concerns About World Door
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    5:37 pm

Saturday, March 6

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    Georgia Heard writes in her book, Awakening the Heart, there are 5 "doors" that can be opened to find poetry.
    The Heart Door
    The Observation Door
    The Concerns About World Door
    The Wonder Door
    The Memory Door
    Infinite Poetry Doors
    Where does poetry hide for you?

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    Writing Tools
    Writing Teasers
    Poetry
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    The Spring 2010 Young Authors Group Focus is on Poetry
    Georgia Heard's Doors of Poetry

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