Getting Behind

I am getting behind.  Every day has been predictable full.  Shall I break them into bite sized poetic pieces, or shall I just go bonkers on one.  My blog seems to now have 39 followers which is thirty more than I boast about.  I am  no Mark Zuckerberg.  Many days I am no Joan Logghe.  But some days I am.

Last week was a biggie and I feel relieved it is over.  My car is in the shop getting new brakes.  Think metaphorically you 39 readers.  I, of course, originally wrote "new breaks" and maybe I need a break.

Countdown in My PL life included:

Saturday: Workshop for a group of psychotherapists and Dolores McCarthy. It turns out to be more fun than I thought.  When I read a poem and leave out one part (for length) the man asks, "And what did you leave out?"

Sunday, reading at high Mayhem Studio, the name says it all.  My kids and grandkids showed up looking stunning and surprised me.

Monday: Something happened, I am sure of it, but I forget what.

Tuesday:  Joan and the Giant Pencil" with Jeremy, see the poems written below.  I love the one about Mexico.

Wednesday: Tres Chicas Meeting to discuss vision for the press

Thursday: I recuse myself from PL committee since my friends are being considered.

Friday: Reading with Arthus Sze and Valerie Martinez, "Just Words Away," at the NM History Museum.

Saturday: Four hour workshop at Odes & Offerings.  

Sunday: New Mexico Literary Arts Poetry Gratitude Award at our house. 24 people.  Whew.

That was one fun week.  Siting on the porch I realize that I am in poetry heaven.  Now I am relieved to be back on earth. 

I just looked at my contract and I am technically ON until end of June.  Hmm, who is waiting in the wings to tote this barge, lift this pencil?

Here are the poems from Turquoise Train, Jeff Davis' fifth grade:

From: Joan Logghe [mailto:joanlogghe@gmail.com]
Sent: Monday, April 30, 2012 7:22 AM
To: JEFFREY DAVIS
Subject: Re: poems

You are so sweet to say this and to take times to type in the kids' work.

Do you think I can print on my blog and then on facebook?  I don't have last names,but don't want to

take advantage of these sweet guys.

Otherwise I will just put them in my personal scrapbook.  The poems are lovely.  I can see a little booklet of their work.

Thank you for being such a great teacher..... JL

On Mon, Apr 30, 2012 at 6:43 AM, JEFFREY DAVIS 

HI Joan

Here are the poems from that day you were in my class.

Thanks again for coming.  The kids really liked the show and the activity

You have been a GREAT PL!

You have raised the bar.

I hope subsequent PLs can measure up J

Jd

I…

I will wake up at midnight and go to my dad’s house …

Go outside and sit …

Sit with him on the steps.

The steps feel bumpy like a small rock.

The air…

Air smells like smores.  When I look around the house, it makes me feel safe …

Safe like you’re all by yourself in a warm room.

When I am on the stops with my dad,

It reminds  when I was little.

When we would sit on the s tops and he would sing to me.

I felt like I’m loved.

I’m loved.

I miss my dad …

I’m gonna go to my dad pretty soon.

I will be missed by my dad.

Dad …

Angelica

Indiana is my special place

Because it is where my grandpa is

And were mosquitoes and tree frogs grow.

Nathan

Love

Love, love dreams about becoming a wish.

Love wants to fly and be something that might come true,

Someday …

Someday love will have the power to be both.

Love…

Love is like a wish.

Love dreams to be a child’s wish that might come true.

How do you think about love dreaming to be a wish?

Someday his wish will come true

Angel

Truchas

The best part of New Mexico.

I see pheasant s fly over me.

I see mallards and wild turkey racing to the pond

Oh I can’t wait to go back

I wish I lived there

My dogs splashing across the pond

Oh how I wish for Truchas

Justin

My house inspires me because it has a lot of insects, dogs, trees, and wide open space.

The reason my house inspires me is because it is always calm outside

So I can write my poems.

I normally write about two poems every day

I go outside.

Fabian

What do clouds dream of?

Do they dream of playing in the sun?

Do they dream of being a human?

Do they dream of being red?

Oh, what do clouds dream of?

Fabian

Mountains

My special place is the mountains.

It is quiet

I listen to the animals

I love the wind in my hair

The water with the fishes

The rock going down the mountains

My mom comes to get me

I say good bye.

Justine

Dreams

I wonder if toys dream of kids

Playing with them.

Do trees dream of water every day?

Do ear rings wonder when

And where

They are going to be worn?

Does batman wonder why he is a super hero?

Do computers know when they are going to be used?

Stormie

I will arise and go now to Mexico.

I hear horses gallop

I hear chickens chirping

The bell of church rings

I see kids playing and running

Women making dinner

Husbands riding horses

The stores are closing

Kids ask parents for corimas to get ice cream

Elder men getting out of church.

I see my family relaxing

Oh how I love Mexico

I see lights go out in Arasichi

The sun sets while

The mountains cover it.

I like my horse outside

The wind blows my hair different directions.

I smell nothing but plants

I see people eating dinner

I close my eyes and think,

Oh Mexico,

How I love you

I open my eyes,

I’m on my bed

Laying down

It was only a dream.

I can’t wait to go back home to Mexico.

Amber

The forest things

I will go to the depths of the woods

The little birds will sing

The bears will try to climb all the trees

Wolves will howl

When the moon is full

And just listen to their moans will make you fear the night.

Izabella

Dreams of words

Words dream of being said

They want to be repeated

Over and over again

Wanting to be written on lined paper

Or be the name of a painting

The words dream day and night

For they are soon to be spoken.

Izabella

I will arise and go now

And go to Iowa

And see all the beautiful trees

And my only great grandma.

Others, I miss them all

So much I wish I was there now

I bet they miss me

I hardly ever see them

My other great grandparents watch over me

I miss them all.

Alena

Water dreams of being drunk

Swum in

Used to wash things

Used to keep fires away

Water dreams of being scared

Alena

I will go to Las Vegas, Nevada

To see all the lights

And casinos

I love  to go and just walk around

Go to all kinds of stores

Sleep in a nice hotel

See the sunset and

See the sunrise

The sky will be all kinds of colors

Like neon blue, neon pink, neon purple, neon green, neon orange

My car will be the same colors of the sky

The seats will be leather

With all the colors of the sky

My wells will be the same color – everything in my car will be the color of the kiy I will have to be rich

If I wanted that kind of car

Oh yeah, I want a camaro

I would love to go to different states

I would travel to all 49 states

That would my life and I would take my family and friends.

Makayla

Jeff Davis

Teacher, Turquoise Trail Charter School

Fellow, Yale National Initiative, 2007 - 2010

TTCS, 13A San Marcos Loop

Santa Fe,  NM  87508