Saturday, March 29, 2008
Poetry and Darkness
This week was Spring Break for us and it has just FLOWN by! Not for the usual, good, we-are-so-busy-having-fun-where-has-the-time-gone-? issues, but because Maia just can't seem to kick this nasty virus that seems to be plaguing nearly every human in Manatee county that I know... except for my husband. :) And that's great news, because viruses usually really like him!
This illness is a weird one that gets you and then goes away for a few days and then decides to kick into high gear again, just when you think you've got it licked. After watching movies with Maia until 2:30 a.m. this morning, since she couldn't lie down to sleep without coughing terribly, and then sleeping on the couch while she, poor baby, slept sitting up on the love seat, I decided a doctor visit was in order. Hopefully the antibiotics - which seem to be helping everyone else with this bug - will kick in soon and she'll be on the road to recovery.
Even when my children are sick, I can only sit by so long letting them play on their Gameboy or watching videos. We usually have a one-hour media limit each day unless there is something special we watch together as a family or they are sick. But still. So, looking for something that would interest her one evening, after she'd read the entire book I was going to assign her for school next week, I pulled out a box of Magnetic Poetry that was shoved in the back of the pen and pencil drawer in the desk. Score! :)
This is a great "game" that I've had for years even before I had children. It's gone in and out of hiding (back in when those tiny tiles all over the fridge start to drive me nuts!), but in the past, the girls mainly played with them as magnets and not as words to create poetry. We ended up having a really great time and easily spent an hour on the floor of the kitchen.
Just flipping the tiles was fun in and of itself. We talked about meanings of words and said them as we flipped them just to hear the strange order in which they would come out. Then the poetry-making session began.
Maia, age 11, wrote:
a gift as luscious as chocolate and as elaborate as diamonds is not as essential as a friend
we worship language for the symphony of pictures like a sweet, summer storm crush of rain
and shines beneath the sun in a languid, pink lake
Then Eve came in and joined us and of course she wanted to play too! At age 8, she wrote:
water star white winter wind blowing from the sky above
What I was trying to convey in my poem was the idea that language is so lovely and it is always thrilling to me to not only paint pictures with words, but to find just the right word to describe what you want to say.
It was great fun. If you have a set of magnetic words and haven't played with them in a while, it might be a treat to get it out again.
I would be remiss here at Golightly Place if I didn't mention the fact that Earth Hour is tonight - wherever you are - from 8 to 9 p.m your local time. It's just one hour folks. What a wonderful idea! We'll be lighting a candle tonight and hope you'll join us. You can read more about it here and here.