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Poetry Friday: Things to Do in 2018

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Things to Do in 2018

Flourish

Nourish

 

Thrive

Strive

 

Know

Grow

 

See

Be.

 

(Copyright Sally Murphy 2018)

As I mentioned earlier in the week, my focus word (or is it a guidance word?) for 2018, is Flourish. I want to flourish this year, and I want to help others flourish, and I want to do things with a flourish. So, what better way to start my Poetry Friday posts, than with a poem and a post about flourishing.

Interestingly, my first every Poetry Friday Post, three years ago was  a New Year post. Since I wrote that , I have been a regular part of Poetry Friday but not always consistent. Like many members, I have come and gone. Life has got in the way sometimes – so some of those periods of absence, I was busy flourishing, busy with career stuff. Other times, life was hard, and finding time for blogging took a back seat. But every time I got back to Friday posts, there were people there welcoming me back – commenting on my posts, or sharing wonderful things on their own blogs. And each time I’ve realised that I’m part of something big, a flourishing community of poets from around the world.

One special thing that the Poetry Friday community does is to organise poetry swaps. In these, participants are given a name (or two) and asked to send a poem to that person, via snail mail. My comings and goings have meant that I’ve never participated – I always seem to have missed the call outs.

Until the most recent two. At last, at the end of last year, I took part in the Winter Poem Swap. Of course, it isn’t winter in my part of the world, but that didn’t worry me. I duly sent a Christmas themed package off to my recipient, Keri, with a poem about the very fact that she was in cold and snow and I wasn’t, and some other goodies.  And then – hooray! – I received a package of my own, from the wonderful Irene Latham.

Here’s a picture of what was in the package:

The thought Irene had put into the package made me teary. She used my new profile picture as an inspiration for the poem:

Kaleidoscope Poem

(for Sally)

with a simple twist

of syllables

 

a new world

twirls into focus,

 

sets hearts a-whirl

in a blur

 

of ever-changing

light.

 

(Copyright Irene Latham)

 

Isn’t that awesome? The significance of the pouch is also special. Irene had read my posts about ‘old’ poems and poem-hoarding (which so many in the poetry Friday community related to), so she sent me a pocket in which to hoard my poems. I plan to fill it with tiny poems, starting with the poem-stone. I also plan to fill the notebook with poems, of course!

Thanks so much Irene. This is why I am part of the Poetry Friday community – not for the gifts, but for the friendships which flourish!  I have the gift on my desk and every time I see it, I am reminded of the magic way that poetry brings us together.

The second exchange which I’m participating in is the New Year Postcard exchange. This time, it’s a poetry postcard. I wrote my ten cards on New Year’s Day, and they’ve been sent off across the seas (or the skies, really, since that’s how they’ll travel), connecting me with ten other Poetry Friday members again through poetry.  And, as cards start to arrive in my mail box (I’m watching it eagerly!), I’ll be reminded again that friendships flourish through poetry.

So, I look forward to being a more regular contributor to Poetry Friday this year (I’ll even be hosting the round up for the first time in February). It’s become an important part of my identity as a children’s poet – and, though I’ve only ever met two of the other members in person (yes, there are two other Aussies!) – it’s the friendships that make it so special.

I hope you’ll flourish with me in 2018. Happy New Year!  For more Poetry goodness, check out the other Poetry Friday posts. This week’s round-up is at Reading to the Core, where, coincidentally, Irene’s new book is also featured.

 

 

 

 

Poetry Friday: The Jetty Three Ways

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Taking a break from my Christmassy poetry to  revisit as place which seems to be growing ever more a part of my life: the Busselton Jetty, a mile long jetty about half an hour from  where I live.

Anyway, I have lost count of the number of times I have walked on the jetty – either part way or the whole way, and last year I did it several times, and wrote this poem, which I’ve shared here before:

Earlier this year I met a long-term goal and, rather than walking along the jetty, I swam the whole way around it, in the annual Jetty Swim. And, yes, I posted about the experience here, too, with this poem:

The weather was grey

The ocean was choppy

It rolled and it swayed

But I’d planned for so long

For this one special day

When the starter said ‘go’

I was off and away.

AND
I did it I did it

I swam all the way

I did it I did it

So hip hip hooray!

I’m currently in training to do the swim again in February – though I am hoping it will be a slightly flatter sea.

Speaking of training, there is a third way to traverse the jetty: a little train which runs the length of the jetty. It’s slow, and although it looks fun, I’ve never done it before. But yesterday, I righted that wrong and finally travelled on the little red train, taking my mother with me As well as the train ride I had another new experience: under the jetty, at the end, is an observatory. It’s one of only a few underwater observatories in the world and is unique because it there are no captive or introduced fish. All the sea life you can see is there because it lives there.

SO, the thing is, although I’d walked along the jetty and I’d swum around the jetty, not only had I never ridden the train along the jetty, but I’d also never visited the observatory. I’d always intended to, but hadn’t got there – in part because I am a bit claustrophobic and wasn’t sure how I would feel. But my mum, who lives nearby , and had  visited once before when it was new, really wanted to go again. So we had a mother-daughter date, and we went and it was amazing. See – mums really do know best!

And, of course, there’s a poem:

Under the Sea

I’m under the sea

And I can see

Schools of fishes swimming by me.

 

I’m under the sea

And I can see

A lone diver waving at me!

 

I’m under the sea

And I can see

Both fish and diver are wetter than me!

(Poem Copyright Sally Murphy)

The diver was a bit of a surprise. And, when he realised we could see him, he put on a bit of a show for us.

I couldn’t figure out how to work the lovely coral and algae growing on the jetty pylons into the poem, but here’s a little peek. 

Have a great poetry Friday. The round up today is being hosted over at Random Noodling. Head over there for more poetry goodies.

Poetry Friday: An Aussie Christmas Song

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Another Aussie Christmas offering this week. There’s a few very Aussie words in this one, so it will be interesting to see if it’s understandable to my Northern hemisphere poetry friends. Let me know if there’s anything you don’t get!

A Christmas Song

We sing of jingle bells and snow,

of warm red suits and ho ho ho;

but none of this is quite the way

when it is Christmas here below.

Downunder in good old Aussieland

it’s time for sun and surf and sand.

It’s hot, not cold, it’s summertime

and summer treats are in demand.

Hard work for reindeer in this heat.

Hot roofs would burn their tender feet

and racing through the summer skies

would surely leave them feeling beat.

And as for Santa in fur and such:

he’d soon feel overdressed a touch.

Being snug and warm in blistering heat

is not going to impress him much.

He also needs roos for the job

of sleigh-pulling – an Aussie mob

to get him moving all around

from Sydney town to Iron Knob.

His suit, too, needs an overthrow:

a new outfit, from head to toe.

Some boardies, singlet and some thongs

would seem to be the way to go.

So let’s not sing of snow and ice,

instead I’ll give you this advice:

roos, utes and summer are the go

for Christmas songs that sound real nice.

So ripper, bonza, beudy, strewth!

Though you might think my song uncouth

it’s true blue and it’s ridgy didge

to sing a song that tells the truth.

(Poem copyright Sally Murphy)

This week’s Poetry Friday roundup is being hosted by Steps and Staircases. Head over there to see what other poetry goodness is on offer this week.

Also, if you are looking for a quick Christmas craft activity, you can help your children make a a pair of Christmas antlers just like those Sage Cookson wears on the copy of my latest book. You can find printable pages, and instructions here.

Poetry Friday: Christmas is Coming

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It’s Poetry Friday and it’s also December 1, which is both the first day of Advent, and the first day of summer here in Australia.

So, although I keep thinking it’s ages till Christmas, I guess it is now officially close. It’s also a sign that the school year (which runs from February to December) is coming to a close, and in classrooms across the country, kids and teachers alike are looking forward to school finishing. With all that in mind, here’s a little poem about December – and Christmas – in Australia.

Christmas is Coming

Christmas is coming.Aussie Christmas

We’ve stopped learning stuff at school

except how to sing Jingle Bells

whilst standing straight and tall

so the folks can get good piccies

at speech night;

and how to get glitter to stick

to a polystyrene ball

to hang on the Chrissie tree;

and how to make a gazillion cards

one for Mum

one for Dad

and two for the grandmas;

and how to carry home

all those scrapbooks

and artworks

and dead textas

and how to concentrate

on all this

even though it’s 40 degrees

and our classroom isn’t airconditioned

and all we really think about

as that Christmas is coming.

 

(Poem copyright Sally Murphy)

 

Today’s Poetry Friday roundup is at A Reading Year. Head over there for lots more poetry goodness.

Poetry Friday: Poetry Poor No More

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Who would have thought that sharing one of my older poems would turn into a series of posts? Two weeks ago I shared The Newspaper, and talked a little about how older poems might still resonate even though aspects of them might age. The comments on this post, and a delightful poem about Poetry Hoarding became the subject of last week’s post. Again, lots of discussion ensued, and a comment by Linda Mitchell wouldn’t leave me alone. Linda said, in her comment, that she grew up ‘poetry poor’.

Ooooh. That phrase!  It would not leave me alone. Such a poetic turn of phrase to describe a sad lack of poetry experiences in her early years. Luckily, she is now surrounded by poetry. So, Linda, here’s a poem for you, inspired by that phrase.

 

For Linda

 

She was poetry poor   

No rhyme nor reason

Nor a single metaphor

 

Now she’s poetry rich

With pace and rhyme and rhythm

In perfect, harmonic pitch

 

Now she’s poetry wealthy

Her simile’s superb

Her cadence always healthy

 

Now she’s poetry wise

With onomatopoeia

And alliteration in her eyes.

 

(Poem copyright Sally Murphy, 2017)

As always, I’d love to hear your thoughts on poetry in general, and on what we can do as educators, poets, parents, to ensure children don’t grow up poetry poor.

This week’s Poetry Friday roundup is hosted by Carol at Carol’s Corner. Pop over there for a wealth of poetry links.

Poetry Friday: The Poem Hoarder

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Last Friday, I posted my poem The Newspaper, and talked about  whether a poem can become dated or vene outdated. And I asked readers which ‘old’ poems they still connect with. I had such pleasure from the responses that I thought I’d share some of  them this week.

Starting with Tabatha Yeatts who pointed out that people like to read about other times in  the same way they like to read about other places. She shared the wonderful LP Hartley quote (from The Go-Between):

“The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there.

This quote itself could spark a whole new topic: that of wonderful opening lines. But I’ll try to stay on-topic here.

Michelle and Jama both agree that some poems, and poetic forms, do become dated but, Jama adds, “the truth in words of human experience, crafted with care and attention, are forever”.

Other commenters shared their favourite ‘old’ poems, from Little Orphant Annie (a favourite of Linda), to Chaucer (Kay‘s go-to). Brenda holds the “red wheel/ barrow” of William Carlos Williams close to her heart, and Michelle has always loved The Owl and  the Pussycat.  Donna, like me, was (and still is) a big fan of R.L. Stevenson, like me.

All of these posts and the surrounding discussion delighted me. But imagine my absolute joy when I learned that the post has inspired a brand new poem on the topic. here’s what Penny had to say:

.., I don’t want to let go of poems or much from the past in terms of literature. It may be outdated but it’s a part of me. And your post inspired a poem (below)! Thanks!

 Hoarder

I want to be a poem hoarder—
stacking them here and there
and there and here
in my mind.

For I never know when
a line
or a verse
or an entire poem
might bring joy or comfort

or remind me of a time
that I hold dear.

(Poem copyright Penny Parker Klostermann, 2017)

Thanks Penny both for responding in poetry and for allowing me to use your poem in a new poem.

And thanks to everyone who shared in the discussion.

This week’s poetry Friday roundup is on the Rain City Librarian blog, where Jane is hosting for the first time. Pop over there to check out more poetry goodness around the internet this beautiful Friday. Who knows, you might find a new poem to hoard.

 

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