April is National Poetry Month. I need to confess something here: this.is.NOT.my.favorite reading celebration. In fact, I've never even drawn attention to it before. I'm not hatin'; it's just really not my thing.
I've tried to like poetry. I tried in third grade when I was required to keep a poetry notebook of all the poems I memorized and recited in class. I tried in seventh grade with "Casey at the Bat," which...honestly...I did enjoy...somewhat...but it's too dang disappointing every time Mighty Casey strikes out. I must have also been somewhat impressed with this quirkiness because I still remember it 23 years later:
One dark day
In the middle of the night
Two dead men got up to fight.
Back to back, they faced each other
Drew their swords and shot each other.
I don't remember much about poetry in high school other than studying meter, which is sure to snuff out any spark of enjoyment that might have abounded. I finally drew the "I'm out!" line in college where as an English major, I was determined to conquer my beef with the writing form and took an American poetry class. When the professor's interpretation of Whitman's "Song of Myself" did not, would not, could not EVER...in a box with a fox even...align with mine, I cashed it in for a British short story class and haven't looked back since...
UNTIL NOW...
The Cube at CHS is encouraging our students to...
Each folded pocket (origami instructions here) contains a poem--some long, some short, some classic, some modern, some funny, some sad. The idea is for our patrons to pick a poem, read it, and share reflections or thoughts via #CHSLionReads or #CHS_Lions.
If you'd like to join in the Poem for your Pocket festivities, you can find tons of ideas here, here, and here.
In the mean time, enjoy a few more pics from our pocket wall!
