This week’s entry will be predominantly written in verse, as I tell the story of how I have transformed the manner in which I kick off my Poetry Unit. If you’re not a fan of poetry, I challenge you to open your mind and give it a try. If you’re a poetic fanatic, I hope you enjoy my ramblings.
I found, teaching the fine art of
poetry can be formidable,
as if it is a complex
algebraic expression written in
Latin or Roman Numerals because
our students wear their academic pasts
like weighted blankets or capes,
depending on the emotional tags
that litter them.
Some students enter the world
of fifth grade with a fixed mindset
regarding poetry:
They see it as a strange language
or obtuse form of writing
that is so far removed from reality
that they can’t possibly wrap
they minds or hands around it.
To some students, poetry is
a different language that must end in
rhymes and focus on the topics
of love and flowers,
like an episode of the Care Bears cartoon.
While I love Share Bear and all that
the delightfully cuddly Care Bears represent,
Poetry isn’t like some puzzle
that only fits together one way.
Poetry is like a tectonic plate floating
on the molten rock of creativity
and possibilities: Mystic Mountains
of raw emotion could be formed
if words are placed together
just so, but
valleys and rivers of tranquil peace
and harmony could also transpire
if words are sewn together in
a different, unique manner.
Poetry is a form of art and expression
filled with what ifs and whys,
unlike a math equation that has
but one correct answer.
The possibilities and limits transcend
our conscious understanding
of what is and what could be.
Poetry is anything and everything
wrapped up in enigma of
mental scabs and used cotton swabs.
This year, I decided to swim
against the current of my
previous poetry curriculum
and take a risk–
So, I strapped on a shark fin of curiosity
and scuba suit of wonder and fun
to try and change how my students
see poetry.
I kicked off my unit on poetry
without ever uttering that Scarlet Word.
Instead, my students and I
examined the Power of Words,
as if observing the slide of a
paramecium under a microscope.
We confabulated on how some words
possess power in both positive
and negative ways,
like both ends of a battery.
We debated words and how their
etymologies have evolved
over time like viruses and bacterium.
We dug deep into the history and origins
of the English language.
My students learned to see
words as having possibilities and
opportunities.
Our final activity before
I removed the veil
and began to utter that powerful P word,
had students playing with words
as if they were in a sandbox
creating some magical castle
that had never been imagined or seen
before.
The students had various
words or phrases written on magnets
that they attempted to use
in fresh, new ways,
as if they were language
inventors creating new images
or phrases.
They combined these words
in different ways,
challenging the conventions
of English and rules of grammar.
They pushed the line
of what we think we know
and comprehend to craft
some absolutely brilliant
new images and phrases.
They laughed and sat in awe
of their new creations.
My students enjoyed playing
with words as if that is what
speaking and our language
is all about.
They started to think of
words and language like
malleable pieces of tin foil
or clay that could be manipulated
in a multitude of ways
to construct something new,
something different.
They were word artists,
and their canvases were their
laptops as they typed these
new creations.
Here are some examples of the word creations they built during our Playing with Words activity:
- “You can keep it. (My two cents, not your cake)”
- “Night devils”
- “Monkeys tear porcelain”
- “They drink poison like chicken between life”
- “Lights fire all over time”
- “The bottom line cut out for no winner”
- “Above time almost no life”
- “Global air tried to kill cat”
After we reveled in the
beauty and magic of their word
creations, we debriefed this
activity and the meaning that
could be gleaned from it,
as if it was some sort of crystal
ball that held the secrets of
the universe and what comes next.
Students realized that words
should and could be played with
when we change the way
we perceive and see the world
and our place in it.
When we accept that anything can
happen, that everything is permitted,
than risks will be taken and
new creations can be crafted.
In that moment, I then used
that once dreaded word;
because now the minds of my students
were plastic and open,
ready to swallow anything
thrown into them.
“Welcome to our new unit on…
Poetry,” I said as shouts of joy
rang out as if I’d just shared
that they had all won some
lovely lottery where candy and recess
were the prizes.
For once, they seemed excited when
I uttered the word Poetry.
They seemed elated to keep
testing the boundaries of possibility
while playing with words in
different and special ways.
We discussed the nucleus of poetry
without confining it to
a stranglehold of rules and rhymes,
before I handed out their
Poetic Licenses,
which gave them the ability and
permission to break the rules of
English grammar, spelling, and
punctuation in pursuit of the unknown,
the new and innovative.
My students seemed thrilled,
like they were strapped into
some epic roller coaster
that was about to blast off on some
amazing trip. They couldn’t wait
to test out their licenses and
try new things. They were excited to
write lines and stanzas of poetry.
They didn’t feel restricted or
fixed in how they viewed this
art form of writing;
instead, they seemed energized
and empowered to be the next
Shel Silverstein or Emily Dickinson.
I rode this wave of positivity and
possibility into the sunrise as we
then learned about the numerous
ways we can explore language figuratively:
We played with alliteration, hyperbole,
metaphors, similes, idioms, and personification
as they viewed the world through the lens
of what could be and what never was.
They gave clouds legs and frogs fancy
clothing as they explored the realm of
poetry and verse.
I felt like a magnificent wizard
waving my lyrical wand
as the students made words dance upon
the page and screen.
They were so excited to share
their Free Verse poems with me
last week because they
pushed themselves beyond
the limits of what they used
to see as possible and
discovered a whole world of
new words, phrases, and emotions.
I could not, would not
be more proud of my
fifth grade poets than
I was in the moment we
started crafting unique
poems. They no longer see
poetry in the way they may have
been introduced to this form
of writing in years gone by.
They now look at poetry
as a portal to the unknown
that is filled with giggles,
sadness, and beauty.
They see themselves as
crafters of advice, inspiration,
and stories that do more
than simply tell tales.
They became poets on the first
day of our poetry unit
because they weren’t
limited by the chains of their
poetic pasts. They utilized
a new, poetic mindset
to see what is possible
when you play with words
in fun, new, and innovative ways.
Here are some lines from the Free Verse poems my students crafted in class this past week:
Example 1
“When I look back
what I see hasn’t walked
the sun more than twice.”
Example 2
“The yolk of the egg was
like ashes of heat and scars
that hurt like bullet holes
on their own wind.”
Example 3
“The wind hammered at the window
it ran away with the leaves
it ripped the power lines.”
Example 4
“When the rain starts falling
you can hear the old dog calling.”
Example 5
“The writing that you don’t know
opens up your mind
and lets it go.”
Because I changed the way that I introduced my Poetry Unit without ever talking about poetry for the first several lessons, I do believe that I was able to help my students keep their minds open to the possibility and wonder of poetry. They seemed excited when writing their first poems, unlike in previous years when it felt as if they were simply going through the motions and writing poems because that was the assignment. This year feels different. This year my students seem to view poetry as some sort of special prize they’ve won. We even crafted a class poem during Thursday’s Morning Meeting activity. They are liking that they can break rules and try new things when writing poems. They seem to view poetry as playing with words.
Although our Poetry Unit has just begun, I am already seeing a difference in the mindset of my students and what they are crafting during our writing periods. They seem happy to write lines and stanzas full of imagery and emotion. One student even crafted a poem about how her family’s pet goat had passed away a few days prior. She poured her emotion and feelings into the piece. It was both heartbreaking and beautiful all at once.
My goal was to allow my students to see poetry as possibility, and I do now feel that they do. They no longer see poetry as some foreign language or restrictive type of writing. They see poetry as fun and magical. I can’t wait to see what amazing poetry my students create next as they flex their poetic and creative muscles.