Question Mark ?


*I often sit watching the clouds change into different shapes. I wrote this poem this morning after a few minutes of meditation.

 

I looked up at the sky this morning

mindful of its enormity

yet so serene

Breathed in and out

so gratefully.

 

Then  a white-grayish cloud framed in lavender

morphed into a question mark

so proudly

it spread across the sky

and asked me,

“When is it that all of you will learn to love each other?”

The cloud stretched

and stretched

until it became an endless line,

Now we need to fill in the blank.

Will we?

 

Here Lives a Teacher


In honor of all teachers

Melba Christie at Poemattic

“A teacher is an answer in search of a question.” – Anonymous

“Here lives a teacher”

is the message

on a small souvenir

I purchased last year.

I immediately put it on a small stand by my computer;

I guess to remind me

that I am a teacher first,

and to empower

is the goal.

My dedication to teaching

does not matter

to many folks:

to some becoming a teacher these days

is almost a joke.

Everyone will poke

you on the arm

and ask

what were you thinking

when you made such a

terrible decision

to change the lives of every youngster

who has been entrusted to you?

My respond is this:

if you know me well,

you will know,

that teaching makes me younger

it fills me with joy and wonder.

It motivates me to learn more

each day in order

to prepare

to make children think and…

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Happy Teacher’s Recognition Day!


The test of a good teacher is not how many questions he can ask his pupils that they will answer readily, but how many questions he inspires them to ask him which he finds it hard to answer.

-Alice Wellington Rollins

Thanks to all teachers who inspired me to think and question.  As an educator I tried to help students know the importance of asking questions. No question was ever diminished to be silly or dumb.

It is more important now than ever that youngsters know how to read and question. Skills like differentiating between fact and opinion are pivotal to gaining knowledge. Proposing the right question can lead to good research and to the development of ideas and concepts.

If you had a teacher who made you think and helped you be an active learner then please send her a note of thanks. They were the teachers who set you up for life.

 

What Will I Flaunt Today?


What Will I Flaunt Today?

I think I’ll flaunt my old 1929 Royal standard typewriter

I wanted to type this post on my beautiful black upright

but then, I would have to scan the page

and upload it on to my computer

and post it as media or picture to insert.

But then you may not be able to read the post.

Because sometimes the type is a little light.

However, I cannot describe the joy I feel

when I plunk down my fingers

on the keys

that make that unique snapping sound.

 

and the bell rings when the carriage returns

to let me know

There is something to flaunt about .

 

Daily Word Prompt: Flaunt

 

I HATE FAILURE!


Failure to achieve something in life can be devastating sometimes. I was thinking about failure. There are some things that we cannot help of course. Sometimes failure is inevitable. We have little control over nature; often it seems like it needs to fail us or disappoint us. We may not understand how someone can deceive and fail us when we most need support and compassion. As human beings we fail each other all the time. We fail our children many times. We fail to love each other unconditionally. We fail to forgive. We fail to open our hearts. We fail to think before we speak and hurt someone deeply. We fail to keep the peace.

The following is a poem I wrote about failure. I wrote it soon after my sister passed away from heart failure.

I Hate Failure!

The baby steps we made

toward peace

are now giant footprints

leading to mass destruction.

I Hate Failure!

 

CHILDREN

DIE

FROM

HUNGER,

STILL!

 

WHY?

 

We do not do more to help.

 

I Hate Failure!

 

We do not do enough,

 

to do enough,

 

to snuff out

 

HATE,

   BIGOTRY,

 

and all the BAD stuff there is to snuff.

 

Yet we know it’s up to us.

I Hate Failure!

 

The moon

forgot

to dance the rumba last night.

 

Someone forgot

to make her chuckle

one last time.

 

The stars failed to show up

when she made her last wish.

I          Hate          Failure!

 

She never knew

how precious she was

to all of us.

 

 I Hate Failure!

I Hate Failure!

I Hate Failure!