Showing posts with label Bob Raczka. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bob Raczka. Show all posts

Thursday, April 20, 2017

NPM Day 20: The Letter R

My book spine poem for NPM 2017:

She walks in beauty
A jar of tiny stars
Awakening the heart
Opening a door
House of light 
Pass the poetry, please!

Continuing my alphabetic stroll
through National Poetry Month 
with a focus on two books 
and one poet.  

I've tried hard to use books from my own shelves this month.  On initial scanning of my shelves, Rain Song by Lezlie Evans was the only title I spotted that began with the letter R.  It's a wonderful rhythmic paean to what happens after the rain spoils the fun for two girls playing outside.  I picked it up at Half-Price Books more than a decade ago.  When you live in the Pacific NW and your weather  forecast looks like this . . .
you desperately need books that end on a cheerful note like this one does,  "How we love the song of rain!"  

And then I scanned my shelves again and spotted this favorite anthology, Reflections on a Gift of Watermelon Pickle . . . And Other Modern Verse.  This book of "modern verse" was published in 1966.   I used it in my student teaching during the 70s.  I continued to use it in my classroom when I returned to teaching middle school in the 21st century.  And modern students of today still love this book of poems! Multiple green sticky notes peeking out the top attest to the number of poems the last student who read this book loved and wanted to share with me.  If you've never read this anthology, request it from your library (hopefully, it hasn't been discarded).   Three of my favorites are "Summons" by Robert Francis, "Oz." by Eve Merriam, and "Crossing" by Philip Booth.  But there are many, many more to love in this delightful anthology.  

I scanned the bins of books I've checked out for Books, Brownies, and Beyond (our after school book club) and spotted Bob Raczka's, Guyku: A Year of Haiku for Boys.   It's perfect for active boys (and girls) who think they don't like poetry.  The short haiku, arranged by seasons and illustrated by Peter Reynolds, are the perfect length for students who want to get back to tree climbing and kite flying.  You may want to check out other poetry titles by Bob Raczka, especially the delightful wordplay in Lemonade and Other Things Squeezed from a Single Word

Friday, May 27, 2016

Poetry Friday: Concrete Poetry

Head over to The Drift Record
for today's round-up of poetic goodness!
Thanks, Julie, for hosting this week.

I'm still reading a few books of poetry that I checked out in April for National Poetry Month.  I've returned most of the books, but saved a few back that I hadn't read yet.  This week I explored Bob Raczka's new book, Wet Cement:  A Mix of Concrete Poems.  It's as delightful as his other books.  
It was difficult to choose my favorite poems since I loved all of them.  But I forced myself to choose three.  My favorite has to be "Dipper" with these exquisite words:  "...I'm a vessel of stars, my brim overflowing with the night."  I love the rhythm in "Dominoes,"  a perfect poem for teaching the importance of syllables in poetry.   The third poem I chose is "Lightning."  A perfect glimpse of "...a  bad mood sky," zigzagging its way down to the "...cloud tantrum."  I tried taking pictures of the poems, but they don't do justice to the creative images painted on the page by Bob.  

So I'll leave you with this page from the beginning of the book.  Be sure to read his last paragraph and invitation:  "I hope these poems make you smile.  I hope they make you look at words in a fresh way.  Most of all, I hope they make you want to play with words yourself."   
And now you simply must request this book from your local library or visit your indie bookstore to obtain your own copy so you can savor every single page.  It's sure to provide summer fun that will inspire poetic play.