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:firstname.lastname@example.org] 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
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
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.
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 miss my dad …
I’m gonna go to my dad pretty soon.
I will be missed by my dad.
Indiana is my special place
Because it is where my grandpa is
And were mosquitoes and tree frogs grow.
Love, love dreams about becoming a wish.
Love wants to fly and be something that might come true,
Someday love will have the power to be both.
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
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
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.
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?
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.
I wonder if toys dream of kids
Playing with them.
Do trees dream of water every day?
Do ear rings wonder when
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?
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,
How I love you
I open my eyes,
I’m on my bed
It was only a dream.
I can’t wait to go back home to Mexico.
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.