Riding the roller coaster
insubstantial enough to walk
through yet still be lifted
the child squeals,
hands in the air,
salt caked on sun burnt cheeks
from having lost too many hours
at the ocean.
That is the poem I wrote “on demand” at my Intro to Poetry class last week. It was a small group, just four eager students, but we got some good work done and it was fun deconstructing Frost.
Saturday I’ll be teaching another class. This time I’ll be in Rolesville, North Carolina, with some middle schoolers talking about poetry on demand. I believe poetry on demand is a skill that can only be unlearned and, with a little luck, the kids will leave my session knowing when to properly employ ignorance.
that’s awesome! it’s great that you are teaching people! people often don’t want to be bothered to teach what they know. You are awesome!!
You flatter me but I don’t object.
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I was scared of the big waves till … a few years ago, frankly. :-)
That’s a reasonable fear. Waves don’t care about puny humans.