Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Back to School


It is that time of year again. Children in your area have headed back to school recently or are gearing up to start very soon.

Nearly everyone can relate to what it feels like to be inside a classroom and, of course, we all have memories of preparing for this very special time, we remember the feel in the air, the excitement and anxiety, the new clothes and supplies.

For some of us, going back to school is associated with family or national rituals such as the Schultüte (a cone filled with goodies) in Germany, the new uniform in the UK and countries where the British influence can still be felt.

So this week, I'd like you to write about going back to school.

Think about what the first day of school evokes for you. Do you have sweet or bitter memories? Does one particular year stand out? Why? Are your children or grandchildren going back soon? What is or was it like to accompany them on their very first day?

First Day At School

A millionbillionwillion miles from home 
Waiting for the bell to go. (To go where?) 
Why are they all so big, other children? 
So noisy? So much at home they 
Must have been born in uniform 
Lived all their lives in playgrounds 
Spent the years inventing games 
That don't let me in. Games 
That are rough, that swallow you up. 

And the railings. 
All around, the railings. 
Are they to keep out wolves and monsters? 
Things that carry off and eat children? 
Things you don't take sweets from? 
Perhaps they're to stop us getting out 
Running away from the lessins. Lessin. 
What does a lessin look like? 
Sounds small and slimy. 
They keep them in the glassrooms. 
Whole rooms made out of glass. Imagine. 

I wish I could remember my name 
Mummy said it would come in useful. 
Like wellies. When there's puddles. 
Yellowwellies. I wish she was here. 
I think my name is sewn on somewhere 
Perhaps the teacher will read it for me. 
Tea-cher. The one who makes the tea.

(Roger McGough)

Introducing a New ME!

There’s a new ME this year,
An on-time ME,
A clean-desk ME,
A first-to-hand-in-assignments ME,
A listens-in-class-to-the-teacher ME,
A teacher’s-pet-for-the-first-time-in-my-life ME,
An-always-willing-to-be-good-and help-out ME,
A dead-serious-get-the-work-done-and-hand-it-in Before-it’s-due ME.
The problem is The new ME Is not like ME At all.

(Kalli Dakos)

After writing your poem, post your link below. And in the spirit of community, visit others as well.

Tuesday, August 19, 2014



Delicate Pathway To Horizon Wall  ( image source here)
 A path is a way marked out for people to walk. It may also be made by continual treading. To quote Ralph Waldo Emerson: Do not go where the path may lead go instead where there is no path and leave a trail…….

So path is a way of life too. We either make it for others to follow, break it to open up new possibilities or simply follow it where it leads to. It may be long, short, straight, winding steeply upwards or without any destination. Only we have to be careful about choosing the right one for us.

Our gracious Mother Earth has laid down so many paths for her each and every child to suit them. Food availability, habitat and weather compel some birds to take to their wings for regular seasonal journey. Strangely enough they never lose their track. Fish also migrate because of diet or reproductive needs and come back home safely. Even dragonflies, beetles, butterflies and moths have in them the same spirit of adventure for a better life and enjoy those moments of bliss before they make their return journey following the marked out path.

From an electron to the huge heavenly bodies all follow their own trajectory. No chaos is allowed.

Humans are a bit different though, always interested to transcend boundaries. While some would prefer familiar paths others would carry their own Cross, die on it to save fellow human beings and leave a trail. They believe in small steps as well as in giant leaps.

Our prompt for the week is Path. Let’s begin our journey.

  A couple of poems on the theme:

image source here
The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth; 

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day! 
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. 

 Robert Frost

Peaceful Pathway - T Ellis Fine Art (image source here)

The Path That Leads Nowhere

In a meadow that I know, 
There's a path that leads to nowhere
Where an indian river rises
And the stream is still and slow;
There it wanders under willows
And beneath the silvery moon
Of the birches silent shadows
Where the early violets bloom.

Other pathways lead to somewhere,
But the one I love so well
Had no end and no beginning,
Just the beauty of the dell;
There I find my fair oasis,
And with carefree feet I tread,
For the pathway leads to nowhere
And the blue is overhead!

All the ways that lead to somewhere
Echo with the hurrying feet
Of the struggling and the striving,
But the way I find so sweet
Bids me dream and bids me linger,
Joy and Beauty are its goal;
On the path that leads to nowhere
I have sometimes found my soul! 
Corinne Roosevelt Robinson

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Tuesday, August 12, 2014


Dear All, I hope we are all enjoying a wonderful summer, here in England the temperatures have been blissful.

This week I want you all to have a poetic journey and think about the humble Almond.
What comes to mind when Almond’s are mentioned is it:-
·         Christmas day and sucking on sweet sugared almonds
·         Is it the taste of Almond in cakes and marzipan?
·         The amazing nectar of Amaretto
·         The impossible shell that is so difficult to crack

The Almond Tree in Biblical times was quite significant as it was first to blossom but last to bear fruit. It stood for perseverance, patience and waiting for the promise to be fulfilled.
As Henry Reed once wrote – “They call it easing the Spring: it is perfectly easy If you have any strength in your thumb: like the bolt, And the breech, and the cocking-piece, and the point of balance, Which in our case we have not got; and the almond-blossom Silent in all of th” “
Also does it hide mysterious qualities that can be developed into different paths?  “Training is everything. The peach was once a bitter almond; cauliflower is nothing but cabbage with a college education.” – Mark Twain
“God gives almonds to those who have no teeth” – in the Spanish  Proverb, so life becomes a matter of time and patience.
So take a moment, picture a beautiful Almond Tree with its lovely pink flowers, blossoming in winter and producing its Almonds in the following summer,
Beautiful things take time to flourish.