tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067112966724673321.post6880236672727421265..comments2023-08-27T05:50:10.321-07:00Comments on My Laureate's Lasso: Renga JournalsKathryn Stripling Byerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17867152753841610044noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067112966724673321.post-83763647351017308342009-01-16T13:19:00.000-08:002009-01-16T13:19:00.000-08:00Nancy P, thanks for your renga, and Nancy S. it's ...Nancy P, thanks for your renga, and Nancy S. it's always good to find you in the comment section! I'll be posting these sometime next week. With photos.Kathryn Stripling Byerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17867152753841610044noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067112966724673321.post-25429636129611957222009-01-13T15:53:00.000-08:002009-01-13T15:53:00.000-08:00Hi Kay, I enjoyed the Renga Journals post and all ...Hi Kay, I enjoyed the Renga Journals post and all the comments. It inspired me.Nancy Simpsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06468975663711270696noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067112966724673321.post-6559297603533116012009-01-13T10:22:00.000-08:002009-01-13T10:22:00.000-08:00Mother of the bridewaits alone in her front seat,t...Mother of the bride<BR/>waits alone in her front seat,<BR/>tissue in her sleeve.<BR/><BR/>She sits all alone,<BR/>stands at her cue to look back,<BR/>and catches her breath:<BR/><BR/>The two she loves most<BR/>walk arm-in-arm down the aisle,<BR/>their smiles glazed by tears.<BR/><BR/>Nancy PoseyNancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12624871760177836653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067112966724673321.post-51017337805027091962009-01-12T16:29:00.000-08:002009-01-12T16:29:00.000-08:00Oh my goodness, Chihuahua Grande, what a treasure ...Oh my goodness, Chihuahua Grande, what a treasure trove, what a spirit lifter as the winter night settles in.! Your 8th students can fill up all my comment space, as far as I'm concerned. Tell me how to reach you. See second comment, and I'll send your students some little handmade journals. I'm going to post all of these, ok? Yes, it sounds like they had fun with this! And taking liberties is fine. Go with the flow....of a poem!Kathryn Stripling Byerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17867152753841610044noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067112966724673321.post-5432842615652518012009-01-12T14:43:00.000-08:002009-01-12T14:43:00.000-08:00I did an activity based on this with my small grou...I did an activity based on this with my small group of 8th grade language arts students. I won't fill up your comments space with all of them, but I promised them that I would share a couple. They took some liberties with the number of lines and whatnot, but I figured that was okay. :) They had a lot of fun with this...thank you for sharing.<BR/><BR/>Poem #1<BR/>I feel the heat of the temperature<BR/>Rising up in the air.<BR/>Losing my life to death.<BR/><BR/>It's burning hot.<BR/>I feel like my skin is at the point of turning crispy.<BR/><BR/>The heat is about to kill me.<BR/><BR/>I'm dying.<BR/>It's an emergency - someone call for help.<BR/>I do not feel well at all.<BR/><BR/>My skin is turning red.<BR/><BR/>And I'm starting to look like one of those little, red devils<BR/>With a forked tail.<BR/><BR/><BR/>Poem #2<BR/>The heat has come on and interrupted<BR/>All of the students in this room<BR/>Who are trying to think.<BR/><BR/>And disrupting thinking<BR/>Forfeits thoughts of doing.<BR/><BR/>They have lots of thoughts,<BR/>But people walking down the hallway,<BR/><BR/>Talking always,<BR/>Giggles, jokes, thoughts and ideas.<BR/><BR/>Thinking is hard.<BR/>Thinking makes your brain explode.<BR/><BR/>Remembering things would<BR/>Break my break-y brain.<BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/>Poem #3<BR/>Sitting in a room<BR/>So cold<BR/>Like it's snowing.<BR/><BR/>My chair is so cold<BR/>That I can't feel my bottom.<BR/><BR/>My chair is so hard<BR/>Like a rock!<BR/><BR/>My desk is frozen solid<BR/>Like an ice sculpture.<BR/><BR/>I wish I had a shaking chair.<BR/>Then it wouldn't feel so cold.<BR/><BR/>And it's so cold, I can't feel my bones.<BR/><BR/>I vibrate out of control.<BR/>I break into a pile of bones.<BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/>(Please note that it really was not that hot or that cold in the classroom...I am not trying to cook or freeze our youth.)Chihuahua Grandehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12014023291989832067noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067112966724673321.post-67525813209266571822009-01-12T07:00:00.000-08:002009-01-12T07:00:00.000-08:00James, what a powerful little poem. Thank you for...James, what a powerful little poem. Thank you for it, and for the commentary, which is moviing indeed.<BR/>love, KKathryn Stripling Byerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17867152753841610044noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067112966724673321.post-46155068627253976172009-01-12T06:16:00.000-08:002009-01-12T06:16:00.000-08:00The boy at the altarreceived blessingsfrom the chu...The boy at the altar<BR/>received blessings<BR/>from the church.<BR/><BR/>He leaves tomorrow<BR/>for war.<BR/><BR/>Tomorrow he rides<BR/>open waves,<BR/>blown by God's breath<BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/>=============<BR/>It's junior high, it's going off to war, but here is another image I've been getting from biblical inspiration. Yesterday's homily focused on how the original Hebrew of Genesis could be reinterpreted into today's language, and the line that struck me most was how the wind over the ocean was God's breath, how God breathed life into the waters. <BR/><BR/>That image took me to an old country church I'd once been to, where the only 18 year old boy in the congregation was being prayed over by the church elders as he prepared to leave for Iraq. It was breathtaking in so many ways.<BR/><BR/>So, still in the pew, I started fusing those images, and thank goodness you had a little poetry assignment for me this morning. I needed to start letting that out. I'm hoping there's still room to work more...James D. Hoganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11803818692719733274noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067112966724673321.post-79603123521634888082009-01-11T06:11:00.000-08:002009-01-11T06:11:00.000-08:00Mindy, thank you, thank you. I like your blog a l...Mindy, thank you, thank you. I like your blog a lot, too, and plan to add it to my list. As with Karen, could you email me your address so I can send you a little book?<BR/> The line Full moon, lost...haunts me. I'll look for more of your poems. KKathryn Stripling Byerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17867152753841610044noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067112966724673321.post-68347534689250261342009-01-11T02:48:00.000-08:002009-01-11T02:48:00.000-08:00Thanks Kathryn. Will send you my address.Regarding...Thanks Kathryn. Will send you my address.<BR/><BR/>Regarding my little renga above: I had jotted down the first 6 lines in my notes a long time ago and thought them too trite to include in a "real" poem. So it was kind of fun using them like this and adding the last 2 lines off the top of my head last night.<BR/><BR/>I can see how this form could be a nice warm up for getting the juices flowing! Maybe I can turn some of my other random notes into little rengas. Thanks for the idea, Kathryn.karenhhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03547218457294196281noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067112966724673321.post-56040292997882295532009-01-10T19:29:00.000-08:002009-01-10T19:29:00.000-08:00Deep clouds hover Over mountaintops.Full moon, los...Deep clouds hover <BR/>Over mountaintops.<BR/>Full moon, lost.<BR/><BR/>I miss your anxious lips,<BR/>Your eyes.<BR/><BR/>Dim lit world, <BR/>A cool darkness <BR/>Settles in my bones. <BR/><BR/><BR/>I really enjoyed writing this, it is much harder than I thought.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067112966724673321.post-44485438092731338372009-01-10T18:24:00.000-08:002009-01-10T18:24:00.000-08:00Karen, thank you. Wonderful. Where can I send ...Karen, thank you. Wonderful. Where can I send you the little notebooks? (nclaureate@ao.com)? I especially love fog or clouds, not sure which, and the last three lines. K.Kathryn Stripling Byerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17867152753841610044noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067112966724673321.post-71232845382697343692009-01-10T17:53:00.000-08:002009-01-10T17:53:00.000-08:00RengaMist rises from the lakelike a mysteryin fron...Renga<BR/><BR/>Mist rises from the lake<BR/>like a mystery<BR/>in front of me.<BR/><BR/>mountains disappear<BR/>mystically.<BR/><BR/>in fog or clouds, not sure which …<BR/>now the sun shines them<BR/>from obscurity.karenhhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03547218457294196281noreply@blogger.com