First, a poem I wrote a while ago and shared with my class this fall as we began our poetry unit in writing:
Poetry is...
a release for the soul.
A tiny hole in the heart
where feelings seep out
and nothing will ever be
the same
It's really how I feel about poetry - poems are an expression of me - they reflect what I'm feeling and thinking at that moment in time, and sometimes, they aren't something I want to share, just something I need to put into words. But, without further ado, here is January's poem:
Thinking of You
I think of you
When the snow blows down the street
When wind drops temperatures
When sidewalks get slick
I think of you
I think of you
When my day goes badly
When the best-laid plans fall through
When no one will listen
I think of you
I think of you
When I’m feeling tired
When none of my clothes seem to fit right
When I drink too much
I think of you
I think of you
When things get confusing
When I’m not sure where to turn
When I feel helpless to make any progress
I think of you
I think of you
And my day gets a little brighter
And problems don’t seem so big anymore
And I know everything will work out just fine
I think of you
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