Poetry Friday: The Cat by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

Poetry Friday is hosted by Carol Varsalona @  beyondliteracylink

The world out there is kind of terrifying at the moment, and I seem to be spending more time than is healthy ranting and railing against the tide.  I can’t bring myself to turn on the news, and when I do I instantly regret it.  It truly is a world turned upside down.  This evening, fighting the flu and waves of panic about yet more bad news on account of this mad man President, I turned to find comfort in our cat.

Blissfully unaware of anything but his needs and comforts, he saunters around the house, intent on warm spots to sleep, nice things to eat, and the occasional bird flying past a window for excitement.  Oh, to be a house cat in these troubled times!


The Cat   by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

                The cat
licks its paw and
lies down in
the bookshelf nook
can lie in a
sphinx position
without moving for so
many hours
and then turn her head
to me and
rise and stretch
and turn
her back to me and
lick her paw again as if
no real time had passed
It hasn’t
and she is the sphinx with
all the time in the world
in the desert of her time
The cat
knows where flies die
sees ghosts in motes of air
and shadows in sunbeams
She hears
the music of the spheres and
the hum in the wires of houses
and the hum of the universe
in interstellar spaces
prefers domestic places
and the hum of the heater

Slice of Life Tuesday:Whew! Another multi genre writing celebration to celebrate!

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Monday morning. My students charge into our classroom, intent on setting up their writing museums: sports and sailing paraphernalia jockey with posters of DNA helixes and NJ Transit schedules. There is an air of excitement as my kiddos cast one last glance over their writing pieces ( each student wrote four genres of their choice on topics of their choice), adjusting their displays and checking for missed typos.

Students responsible for greeting parents and putting up our invitational posters scurry around and get into position.  It’s show time: our multi genre writing celebration!


Parents begin to file in, and my kiddos attend to their “meet and greets”, settling parent into their seats and then beginning their presentations: what did writing workshop look like this year? what genres did we study? what did it feel like to be a sixth grade writer? I watched as each student made their presentation, marveling at their confidence and humor – but, especially, at the message that came through each time: we are writers, and today is all about celebrating that.  Soon, parents were invited to read, as our favorite jazz music played in the background (the soundtrack of our writing lives this past month):

And, just like that, another writing year came to a joyous close.


My teaching life take aways:

Choice matters: My kids wrote about topics that were close to their hearts.  Sometimes, this meant a leap of faith for me  – is a sixth grader capable of writing knowledgeably about DNA? or meaningfully about chewing gum? The answer is a resounding “yes!”…with a bit of direction, some reorientation, and a lot of faith.

“Teach the writer not the writing”: If memory serves me, this was a Lucy Calkins bit of wisdom, and it is so very true.  Each of my 41 students presented themselves as individual writers with unique needs. Each had their own take on memoir or poetry or anything else, and I had to find a way to teach the genre without losing each kiddos voice.  It’s hard work, inexact, sometimes fraught with frustration, but worth it – my kids now see themselves as writers. That’s the aim of writing workshop, after all.

Audience matters: There is always something special about inviting parents to read the work of a class.  I believe parents need to see what writing workshop is all about, we teachers need their buy in about the importance of daily writing, and learning the habits of the writing process – there is so much about the workshop model that seems invisible and unknowable to outsiders. The writing process, with its many multi layered steps, needs to be made visible in order for parents to understand its complexity, its worthiness of time and effort.  Most of all, my kids were primed for an audience beyond just their classmates, they had worked all year towards this public forum: parents other than their own reading their work.  The bar was set higher, but they were ready.  They were, actually, excited about sharing their writing.

It was a glorious day!  All that work was so very worth it!