Ms. Mordhorst:
"This morning we're going to do something new called Weekend Snapshot. A snapshot is an old-fashioned name for a camera picture. Put your camera up, close your eyes and look at your weekend. What did you play this weekend? What did you eat this weekend? Where did you go? When you find one important picture, press the button and take a snapshot. Now draw and write it on this paper."
[some minutes later, empty paper]
"Soren, what important little thing are you going to draw?"
Soren:
"I don't know."
[looooong pause]
"I don't know when was the weekend."
Perhaps you, too, occasionally lose track of whole chunks of time.....Leave your poetic response in the comments.
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Lost Time
I found a piece of lost time
in the grass today,
gleaming silver like a coin.
It's in my pocket, round
as an old turnip-shaped watch.
Who knows when I'll need it?
I could use it when I'm late
for school, use it when I'm not
quite finished with my homework
or the last six pages of a book
and my mom stands there saying
"Time for bed." The thing ticks
softly, like a friend talking
just a bit too quietly to hear.
Maybe I will keep it instead.
—Kate Coombs, 2011, all rights reserved
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I am not a watch.
I hate sucky ticks
And pushy tocks!
And second hands that push me with a bang!
Hurry furry thing!
To the finish line.
I'd rather stop
Than hop
To someone else's beat.
Lose the time.
Cruise the line that's fine.
Mine.
-Jeanne Poland
2011, all rights reserved
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Kate, I like the sound of "a piece of lost time" ticking softly in your pocket. Coins don't usually make that kind of noise!
Jeanne, your vision of a watch as a "Hurry furry thing!" is also striking.
Thank you both for stopping by. Here's mine...
The Past
Remember that time
just now
when you sneezed and it sounded like
an elephant?
Yeah, that was so funny!
Remember that time
five minutes ago
when we built that pyramid
and then a tornado knocked it down?
I remember that, I think.
Remember that time
this morning
when I forgot my lunch on the bus
and I had to order grilled cheese?
You did?
Remember that time
at the weekend
when you did something really special
at that place with those people?
I don’t know when was the weekend.
Do you?
~ Heidi Mordhorst 2011
DRAFT all rights reserved
How fun, Heidi! And what a great line...
ReplyDeleteLost Time
I found a piece of lost time
in the grass today,
gleaming silver like a coin.
It's in my pocket, round
as an old turnip-shaped watch.
Who knows when I'll need it?
I could use it when I'm late
for school, use it when I'm not
quite finished with my homework
or the last six pages of a book
and my mom stands there saying
"Time for bed." The thing ticks
softly, like a friend talking
just a bit too quietly to hear.
Maybe I will keep it instead.
—Kate Coombs, 2011, all rights reserved
I am not a watch.
ReplyDeleteI hate sucky ticks
And pushy tocks!
And second hands that push me with a bang!
Hurry furry thing!
To the finish line.
I'd rather stop
Than hop
To someone else's beat.
Lose the time.
Cruise the line that's fine.
Mine.
-Jeanne Poland
2011, all rights reserved
Kate, I like the sound of "a piece of lost time" ticking softly in your pocket. Coins don't usually make that kind of noise!
ReplyDeleteJeanne, your vision of a watch as a "Hurry furry thing!" is also striking.
Thank you both for stopping by. Here's mine...
The Past
Remember that time
just now
when you sneezed and it sounded like
an elephant?
Yeah, that was so funny!
Remember that time
five minutes ago
when we built that pyramid
and then a tornado knocked it down?
I remember that, I think.
Remember that time
this morning
when I forgot my lunch on the bus
and I had to order grilled cheese?
You did?
Remember that time
at the weekend
when you did something really special
at that place with those people?
I don’t know when was the weekend.
Do you?
Heidi Mordhorst DRAFT 2011