Jimi in my ears
each beat makes my iPod smile
his guitar so good
vibrating through my body
laughs and whispers, calls my name
Definitely one of the better days of the last two weeks. At last! I don’t think I’m fully out of the woods, but I’m closer.
Today was the dreaded geometry portion of the math workshop series … and I got through it with only one brief moment of panic. I have to say it again, Steve is the most outstanding teacher. It shouldn’t be possible for someone to make me do geometry and not leave me scarred. And yet there I was … Amazing.
In yesterday’s morning class and tonight’s evening class I tried out the first of Steve’s lessons with my students. Fabulous. My students had so much fun. They really got into it, and I had such a good time with them. Can’t wait to continue the lesson next week.
It’s hard to believe there’s only a week left of this month. Harder, still, to believe I have actually managed to write a poem a day this month … and that they’ve all been tanka! I’ll admit that I’m pretty impressed with myself. Maybe it’s time for me to stop saying how I’m not a poet. I may not be a great poet, but I’m clearly capable of writing poems. (My mother is shaking her head right now, thinking, “Does she forget that she used to write poems all the time?” No, I haven’t forgotten, but — and you really have to admit this is true — those poems were mostly pretty painfully bad. The ones I write now are a bit better, and some of these tanka may even be pretty good!)
So, for this last week of April, Stacey and Ruth are hosting a poem-a-day challenge, and a handful of intrepid souls have jumped in. Last year I doubted I could do a whole week. This year I’ve already done three weeks … and there have been a few days when I’ve written more than one! This is as amazing to me as having had fun in geometry class this afternoon. One of the first things I read when I started checking out the tanka form was about keeping a tanka diary, writing tanka to capture the dominant emotion of each day. So maybe I’ll keep this us for a while, see just how far I can push myself, see if I can break through that wall between ‘ok’ and ‘good.’