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Friday, February 16, 2007

Poetry Friday.."Heart"

Well, I poured out my heart in a poem for Valentine's Day but I'll do a quick Cinquain format. This is a 5 line poem following this pattern:

Line 1: one word naming the subject

Line 2: two words which describe it (adjectives)

Line 3: three "ing" words describing its action

Line 4: a phrase with any idea about it

Line 5: repeat line 1

heart
strong vital
contracting pumping circulating
the rhythm of life
heart
This type of poem was a great way to teach adjectives and verbs. We brainstormed lists of words they could use to describe the topic and its action. Of course, you would have kids print this on a heart shape or whatever shape that related to the subject. I've done many about snow on snowflakes!
Try one!

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25 Comments:

Blogger gary rith said...

Most perfect, mother of.

Friday, February 16, 2007

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hi MoI, girlfriend -

what a great exercise.....and who knows what gem might just pop up from your subconcious.......I'll have to try it, because frankly, I've lost my muse.......if you find her, blog her back to me!!

rdkitty
xxx

Friday, February 16, 2007

 
Blogger Lynnea said...

Ever the teacher. these are fun, we did this in grade school too. I liked it a lot, but forgot about it. Thanks for the memory.

Friday, February 16, 2007

 
Blogger Bob said...

heart
malformed, irregular
struggling, murmuring, stressing
failing me in my hour of need
heart


bastard!

Friday, February 16, 2007

 
Blogger Mystic Rose said...

hey..this is nice! and i like ur lines.

i will try..lets see what i come up with.

Friday, February 16, 2007

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm a poetry ignoramus, but last summer I discovered pantoums. Very cool. Here's my first Cinquain. Thanks for introducing it to me;

heart

vulnerable pure

breaking bursting loving

can't live without it

heart

Friday, February 16, 2007

 
Blogger GEWELS said...

Can't get past the music. I'm sitting here crying my eyes out. I'm a mess.
Thanks for the song.
I'll try the cinquain.

Friday, February 16, 2007

 
Blogger Mystic Rose said...

Dear Mother of invention,
you are so right! the answer lies outside of our limited capacities, in much the same way as the painter is beyond the painting..the painting fills us with impressions, and we can think and analyse all we want...but that wont lead us to the painter.

As it says, that we were made in His image, I beleive, that the desire to seek Him leads us within.hence, prayer, meditation...and yes, the divine nature is revealed (or not) not by our efforts but His Grace. Its a matter of absorbing in silence, and not so much analysing.

thank you for that comment, took me in a little deeper :),..and I am so glad you tried again, becos the first one, i guess was indeed lost(comment monster at work again :P)..nice i was leaving a comment on yours at the saem time, i guess we connected in a different realm :))

Friday, February 16, 2007

 
Blogger TorAa said...

While reading and listning to your wondeful song and voice, I tryed to do a poem, with these rules, in my native language. But, I must write down the rules and do it without listning to you singing. It blows off my brain. I'm just into the virtual world from the soul within.

Have a great time this weekend.

=^.^=

Friday, February 16, 2007

 
Blogger Old Lady said...

I like that idea, especially for teaching.

Friday, February 16, 2007

 
Blogger Barbara said...

Retirement
Soon ready
Energizing appealing challenging
It's starting to sound good
Retirement

Friday, February 16, 2007

 
Blogger Mother of Invention said...

Gr: Thanks, Pottery-Man!

RDG: Thanks...it'll come back to you! You could write about a doorknob!

Maggie: Yeah, can't help it! I never did these till I taught!

Bob: Wow! I love yours...applies to me too. I love the extra one word ending!

Mystic: Yeah! Thanks.I'm so glad I went back and attempted the comment again. We were definitely on the same plane!! So much comes from the soul within...like the happiness in my song!

David: Hey! Excellent first poem! You're a natural!

Gewels: Thanks...here's some Kleenex! Neat that Annelisa got that to play each time!

Toraa: Hey, thanks! I'm not sure I'm glad to blow off anyone's brain!!! HA! HA! I'm sure it might not sound the same in your language...or if it was translated..but try it!

Old Lady: I always loved that lesson...I used it for witches, leaves, Santa, candy canes,...endless topics!

Barbara: Yah! Exactly what I was saying to you!

Friday, February 16, 2007

 
Blogger Bob said...

no heart attack for me - but I do have a congenital heart condition. IHSS - idiosyncratic hypertrophic sub-aortic stenosis. in plain terms, I have a heart-wall that is thicker than normal, just below where the aorta attaches. It causes the flow of blood out of my heart into the aorta to be disturbed, resulting in a murmur. I am on a calcium-channel blocker that keeps my heart from contracting as hard, thus slowing the flow of blood into the aorta, thus causing less disturbance in the flow. It won't ever get better (without surgery) and it might get worse if the heart wall gets any thicker. Thus it is failing me, I won't be running in any marathons (as if that's a danger!) and I have problems if it is over stressed.

I'm so glad you liked it.

Friday, February 16, 2007

 
Blogger RennyBA said...

What a lovely way to play with words and learn about adjectives and verbs for children. Wish I had a teacher like you when I was in school. But then again; never to late to learn and play.
Wishing you a lovely end to your week:-)

Saturday, February 17, 2007

 
Blogger Mother of Invention said...

Bob: Thanks for the explanation. Hope nothing more ever has to be done. Believe me, I know how scary heart stuff is.

Renny: Thanks so much! You would have been one of my favourite students for sure!

Saturday, February 17, 2007

 
Blogger TopChamp said...

Hello - Quite want to try but all I can think of is wine... and you prob already have me down as an alchy!

So I'll just be off out now.... Popped by to say: Rugby player husband? He sounds ok!!

Saturday, February 17, 2007

 
Blogger TopChamp said...

(not sure alchy has an h in it... oops)

Saturday, February 17, 2007

 
Blogger brooksba said...

Back in high school, I had a class where we wrote these types of poems. I did enjoy the format. I like your poem about Heart.

Saturday, February 17, 2007

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I would love to see the poems of kids doing this. Their creativity always impresses me.

Sunday, February 18, 2007

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Love
warm kisses
giving receiving uniting
makes the world go round
Love

xo

Sunday, February 18, 2007

 
Blogger Mother of Invention said...

Topchamp: Yah Rugby! I've seen a few hundred games! They were all alchy at the beer-ups!

Brooksba: Thanks! Takes you back, eh? I never learned these until I taught.

Coll: They always amazed me too. Should have kept some!

Colleen: Yeah! I knew you'd do a good one!

Sunday, February 18, 2007

 
Blogger Annelisa said...

Hey! What happened to my comment from the other day?

It wasn't much, but it said that I really like this way of writing a poem... and such a good way of getting ideas to flow... as well as being a perfect topic so near valentines :-)

Bet your heart was thumping when you were woken and told about the fire in your garage!! :-S

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

 
Blogger Mother of Invention said...

Annelisa:

Getting the blood to "flow" as well as the ideas through the heart, eh?!!! Good one, AL!

You got that right! The adrenalin was working overtime!!!

Thursday, February 22, 2007

 
Blogger Annelisa said...

You got right to the heart of the matter, MOI! :-)

Thursday, February 22, 2007

 
Blogger Mother of Invention said...

AL: Ha! Saw my life measured out in a few beats more!

Thursday, February 22, 2007

 

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