Writing With Abandon

Reflections and ramblings about life as an educator, writer, reader, knitter, and over-thinker. Trying to do the writing only I can do.

Tag: national poetry month

  • A Wordle Poem

    Inspired by Molly’s Wordle poems, I thought I’d try one after my 5-guess game yesterday. Generally I get a bit nervous if I still haven’t guessed the word by guess #5, but I was too distracted by the way the words came together. I think this poem wrote itself:

    The Trek
    She was going on a quest
    She didn’t yet know her destination.
    Tightening the straps of her pack,
    She stood stock-still on the precipice,
    Gazing out at the path before her.

    Happy Poetry Friday!

  • A List Poem

    Things on my mind:

    how many fungus gnats will be on the yellow sticky traps today

    why the copy machine on the 4th floor struggles so hard to print on card stock

    my lack of a plan for dinner tonight and how I’d better figure something out before Emily comes over

    why Phoebe insists on barking every time someone is in the hallway

    why my upstairs neighbor insists on playing his DJ music so loudly that it vibrates our ceiling and makes me feel like I’m “in da clurb”

    the overnight trip on Thursday and Friday

    making sure I’m fully packed for the overnight trip on Thursday and Friday

    feeling untethered

    but holding onto faith

    the students of mine who want to try a month without their phones or tablets

    the fact that I don’t know if I could survive a month without my phone or tablet

    the fact that it’s not that I don’t know if I could, it’s that our society is designed in such a way that if I went a month without my phone, I’d probably run into some trouble

    the vlogs that my students recorded this afternoon

    “What is UP, y’all?”

    “Hey guys, welcome back to my channel.”

    as though they’d been doing it forever

    our podcast and how we managed to record another episode in less than 10 minutes

    (“I couldn’t do this with anyone else,” Ana said, and I agreed)

    what the F is going on in Yellowjackets and how I just want to rot into the couch and binge watch it

    how I can’t just rot into the couch and binge watch it yet because I need to finish this slice and figure out dinner before Emily gets here

    the fact that I don’t know how to end a list poem

    but the other fact that this ending will have to do