Autumn Poems Falling Here!

 Hello and Happy Poetry Friday! Be sure to visit Jama's Alphabet Soup for what's sure to be a delicious Roundup.

For today's ArtSpeak: FOLK ART, I've got an autumn poem. Friends, I have written MANY autumn poems! It's my most favorite season, maybe because it has so has many moods. . .

Grumpy: Today I'm Feeling Autumn

Sad: I Remember You in Autumn

Brave: Autumn Maple Haiku

Grateful: Autumn Prayer

Curious: Who Paints the Leaves in Fall?

Weary: Scarecrow's Wish

Fun: Three Black Cats

Dreamy: October Dreams

And today's poem is all about awe, gratitude, being in the present moment. The art is by Maggie Blanchett. Thank you so much for reading!

in autumn

the wild cathedral
doors swing wide

you remember
a hardwood forest

is built of stained
glass and sky

the air is so crisp,
reverent

even birds fold
their wings in prayer

you must kneel
before you step

into the river

- Irene Latham

p.s. if you'll be at NCTE-Boston, won't you please join us for a Poetry Peeps Meet-up? Friday, Nov. 22, 7-9 pm at the Crescendo in the Omni hotel lobby. Hope to see you there!

Birdhouse poem

 Hello and Happy Poetry Friday! Be sure to visit Tabatha at The Opposite of Indifference for Roundup.

I'm away from my desk, but happy to buzz in with a quick ArtSpeak: FOLK ART poem! Today's art is by Chris Lewallen.

One of my favorite things about our house on the lake is the bird-feeding station. Recently, thanks to Amy Tan's book, we switched to hot shelled sunflower seeds, and that has made a world of difference in terms of keeping the squirrels away! I also love having birdhouses perched everywhere, including the village of birdhouses pictured left. One thing I am working on is adding a birdbath to the yard. The one I have is too deep...so it needs a few rocks for the birds to perch upon....easy peasy! I do love watching birds play in puddles. Thanks so much for reading. And if you need a book-friend for this poem, grab one of my favorites: Every Day Birds by Amy Ludwig VanDerwater. 

Birdhouse

Heaven is a house
with four doors
forever open

inside: straw
feathers
a few eggs

front porch
fat with stars
and fireflies

sometimes silence;
sometimes singing

- Irene Latham

Just a Girl Who Makes MISTAKES

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Of course I want to share just a little about The Mistakes That Made Us: Confessions from Twenty Poets, selected by Irene Latham and Charles Waters, illus. by Mercè López (Carolrhoda/Lerner Publishing), as it releases next Tuesday, October 1! So many thanks to those who have shared about it already. :)

This poetry anthology is the first to hit the market, but it's actually the second one Charles and I have curated. It just got its second  ★ STARRED REVIEW... this time from Booklist. Thank you, Booklist!

Charming and insightful...A gentle reminder of the stepping stones making up the path to growth, discovery, and creativity."

We're super-excited about sharing it with all of you! I mean, what brave poets...I could go on and on about all of the poets and poems and how special I think this book is. Today I shall contain myself and share just two things:

1. Mercè López is pretty amazing. You may remember her gorgeous work on Lion of the Sky by Laura Purdie Salas. 

For this book, since the poems are autobiographical, she asked for reference photos of the poets as children. And then she included ALL of us on the cover! 

See below for a labeled (by first name) version of the cover. I've listed the full names of all the contributors below the photo so that you can match them up!

Contributors (clockwise, starting with wee me - just right of center, blondie with a chickadee on her shoulder) : Irene Latham, Linda Sue Park, Allan Wolf, David Elliott, Vikram Madan, Tabatha Yeatts, Naomi Shihab Nye, Lacresha Berry, Jaime Adoff, Jorge Argueta, Matt Esenwine (upside down!), Darren Sardelli, George Ella Lyon, Jane Yolen, Douglas Florian, Margarita Engle, Kim Rogers, JaNay Brown-Wood, Charles Waters, April Halprin Wayland (with whom I am enjoying a lovely conversation -- friends, this is true in real life, and Mercè had no way of knowing it...kismet)! 

 2. The only poem cut from the collection was mine.

Charles and I divided the book into four categories of mistakes:

OOPSIE-DAISY! - those embarrassing public mistakes 

STUFF HAPPENS - mistakes that hurt ourselves

BLESSINGS IN DISGUISE - mistakes with silver linings

WHAT HAVE I DONE - mistakes that hurt other people

 

I could have written multiple poems for every section! But what I felt most called to write about was a mistake that hurt someone else. The poem that appears in the book is called “Shattered” and I hope you will read it! But today I'd like to share the poem I wrote for our proposal, but it ended up being cut from the book.

 

Cuts are always hard…and this topic of what to leave in/what to cull from a poetry collection deserves its own post! 

Building an anthology is kind of like building a banana split. You want a mix of flavors. You need savory AND sweet. Smooth creamy ribbons of flavor…and also some crunch. Don't forget the whipped cream and perky little cherry on top!

In this case, a poem came in from Margarita Engle that was quite similar to my own, in that it involved scissors and the cutting of hair…we didn't want to cut (ha!) Margarita's beautiful poem, so I got to write a new poem (with a new flavor)! 

 

Here's the poem that was cut. 

 

STOLEN

reference photo of me with
my siblings (l-r): Ken, Stan,
Lynn, Irene, MicaJon

by Irene Latham

 

My brother Ken

wore his hair long

in back—a rat tail

perfect for tugging.

I didn't dare do that.

He was bigger

than me, and meaner.

Yet somehow

every girl I ever

brought home

fell in love with him.

I hated him

for stealing my friends.

So one night

Mercè's art on "Shattered"
by Irene Latham page

I snuck into his room,

heart full

of fireworks,

scissors scalding

my hand.

Snip! Snip!

Rat tail gone.

I slipped that long

silky hair into my pocket

where I stroked it

all night long—

first gleeful,

then frightened—

finally sorry.

 

 

This event happened when I was 11 or 12 (and Ken was 12 or 13). My brother was heartbroken (and livid!) when he woke to discover his missing rat tail—and I was filled with shame and regret. I apologized, and was grounded by our parents. Eventually Ken forgave me. It took even longer for me to forgive myself.

 

Interestingly, the poem that replaced this one, titled “Shattered,” also involves my brother Ken…and ALL my siblings, actually. I'm super-grateful for having had siblings and am super-aware of how much I've learned from them about life and relationships.

And now I'm excited to share my latest ArtSpeak: FOLK ART poem. It's a tricube inspired by a piece by Georgia artist Cornbread. I've left a few process notes below the poem. Thanks so much for reading.

Poem Found in a Ditch at Dusk

Little fawn

made of twigs

and moonspots

you haven't 

yet learned to

twitch or flee—

nearby, masked

by trees, your 

mother waits.

-Irene Latham

Some process notes: I was short on time writing this poem, so I chose my stress-response form: tricube! I mean three stanzas of three lines with three syllables per line...how hard can it be? HA! 

I was cruising along through the first two stanzas, but then I really struggled with the final stanza. 

Because the second stanza brings up the issue of innocence and safety -- and we all know a fawn alone isn't safe at all! -- but how could I leave children with that potentially ominous conclusion? I couldn't. 

So I tried all sorts of moves in the final stanza. I played with wonder, awe, and play. I brought the poem back to me, the human. But none of it worked. 

At which point my son Eric who's visiting walked into the room. I read him the first two stanzas, and he said, "well, the fawn is not really alone, is it?"

 Indeed! With those words I was off and running, feeling tremendous relief for this little fawn, and I knew I needed to give child-readers the fawn's moment of freedom/innocence/curiosity but with a watchful mother, too. xo

Rectangles of Light...and a Question!

Beautiful breakfast
prepared by Dudly!

 Hello and Happy Poetry Friday! Be sure to visit Linda at TeacherDance for Roundup. (Next week Roundup is HERE. Yay!)

Last week I was in Camden, Alabama doing some research. I met new friends (Hi Betty and Tony!) and hung out with some long-dear ones: Kristin Law and Sulynn Cresswell at Blackbelt Treasures, which is my favorite place to shop in the universe! I spent some time perusing the art, and yes, I found some new subjects for my ArtSpeak: FOLK ART project! Yay! (See below.) 

I stayed with other long-dear ones at my favorite B&B in the universe, Liberty Hall, which is owned and operated by Julia Ann and Dudly Handly and some very friendly hummingbirds. Good times!

Y'all, I have Ludelphia to thank for these relationships. In the nearly fifteen (!) years since Leaving Gee's Bend (which is set in 1932 Gee's Bend and Camden) was released, I have had the opportunity to visit many times. And now I have a new Alabama Black Belt story brewing!!

Speaking of story-brewing...I wanted to share a few take-aways from the 2024 SCBWI summer (virtual) conference. I watched almost every video, starting at the end: Kate DiCamillo's closing keynote. This was not Kate's first time to give this particular talk, and goodness, I hope she gives it a thousand times, because it is THAT good.

 Among other things she said we can use our own heartbreak to create a rectangle of light (a book!) for someone else. She talked about all the wonderful things that have happened to her as an author and asked herself the question: "What if I'd stopped?"

What if I'd stopped writing Leaving Gee's Bend? Oh, I wanted to! I DID stop. And restarted. Again and again...what if I'd stopped? I wouldn't be writing this post, that's for sure. And SO MANY other things. All this to say to all of you out their writing and stopping and sometimes feeling hopeless: KEEP GOING.

Erin Lee talked about creating Instagram reels (which I will likely never do myself) asked this question: Who are you, IN ONE WORD? Now that's a question to ponder! I know what my word is....(see the end of this post!)  Do you know what your word is? How can this word inform your writing, your days, your lifetime?

Felicita Sala, illustrator, reminded us that the word "wonder" means "to leave space."

Eddie Gammara talked about how picture books become TV/film. Basically, scouts are looking at the cover and title of a picture book, at what emotional response is generated, what images come to mind. That's it! Only the cover and title to convey something irresistible! The example he shared was Boss Baby by Marla Frazee.

Torrey Sharp, who is a book cover and book designer reminded us that branding=identity + reputation. (What is reputation? What people remember and SHARE about you.)

Tameka Fryer Brown talked about lyrical picture books, about refrains and codas. And about punctuation! (I would love to teach about punctuation as a tool in poetry!)  She will often use STET (which means "leave it the way I have it") to maintain the "flow" of text when dealing with copyeditors who insist on grammatical correctness.

The panel on Early Readers made me (again) want to write for this audience! I have since read all their books. Check out Valerie Bolling's Rainbow Days; Melissa Iwai's Gigi and Ojiji; Kelly Starling Lyons' Ty's Travels; and Emma Otheguy's Reina Ramos in Queens.

Alison Weiss talked about graphic novels, and I learned about the "blushing shoujo moment." The way I understand it, this is the moment when the (blushing) hero reveals her feelings. So, a pretty big emotional moment! And something for all of us to be thinking about, whether we are writing manga or whatever other genre.

Alyza Liu talked about picture book biographies. She reminded us to ask ourselves: what would KIDS be interested in? Not what they should know, but what they WANT to know. And go for emotion, not an encyclopedia entry.

Andrea Wang (author of the lovely Watercress) talked about memoirs in picture books. She said instead of write what you know...write what you REMEMBER. I love that!

And I will close with the talk I have thought about the most since hearing it: Martha Brockenbrough on raising the stakes in our writing. She gave some great examples, even in picture books! Check out The Yellow Áo Dài by Minnie Phan and Hanh Bui.

And now for this week's ArtSpeak: FOLK ART poem. I selected a clothesline painted by Carol Bandy Carson (found at Blackbelt Treasures)!

 I've actually written another poem about a clothesline (in 2015!), called "Clothesline Season," which features a city clothesline. 

And earlier this year I wrote one called "Airing the Quilts." 

Thanks so much for reading!

Clothesline

What is a clothesline

but a bedsheet's beach?

A place to loosen

and laze,

to sunbathe

and dive into sky's tides—

rustling leaves,

chirring birds,

the occasional mooooo—

A chance to snap

and flutter about

those new bloomers

hung out for the first time,

how they flap and flirt

with the wind,

pretending to be

flamboyant,

unruffled—

which everyone knows

they're not.

- Irene Latham

Finally: Back to that question posed by Erin Lee: Who am I in one word? 

POET. 

What about you? Please share in comments!

Another question, if you've read this far: What's your favorite Kate DiCamillo book?? (MIne is The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane.)

If I Could Choose a Best Day (it would be a night spent roasting marshmallows)

 Hello and Happy Poetry Friday! Be sure to visit Heidi at my juicy little universe for Roundup.

Today I've got book news! And not one, but TWO poems!

1. The Mistakes That Made Us: Confessions from Twenty Poets edited by Irene Latham and Charles Waters, illus. by Mercè López (Carolrhoda/ Lerner Publishing) will release Oct. 1. Publisher's Weekly gave it a STARRED review. Woohoo!

2. Earlier this week, we shared the cover of our March 2025 anthology If I Could Choose a Best Day: Poems of Possibility, poems selected by Irene Latham and Charles Waters, illus. by Olivia Sua (Candlewick). So many Poetry Friday friends have poems in this book! YAY! So much gratitude to these poets. Something cool about this collection is that all the poems in the book start with the word "if."

  Here's the list of contributors:

Lacresha Berry, Robyn Hood Black, JaNay Brown-Wood, Joseph Bruchac, Sy Cedering, Emily Dickinson, Rebecca Kai Dotlich, Nikki Grimes, Jolene Gutiérrez, Georgia Heard, Anna Grossnickle Hines, Irene Latham,  Renée M. LaTulippe, Nancy Tupper Ling, Sylvia Liu, Rebekah Lowell, Vikram Madan, Guadalupe Garcia McCall, Lilian Moore, Eric Ode, Bob Raczka, Lisa Rogers, Sydell Rosenberg, Laura Purdie Salas, Janice Scully, Teresa Owens Smith, Gabi Snyder, Sarah Grace Tuttle, Amy Ludwig VanDerwater, Charles Waters, Janet Wong

3. Today's ArtSpeak: FOLK ART poemS (it's a 2-fer Friday the 13th!) feature a Harvest Moon (coming September 17!) and children roasting marshmallows. The artist is Jessie LaVon. Thanks so much for reading!

harvest moon

children dip sticks into flame

marshmallows sing

- Irene Latham

How to Roast a Marshmallow

build a fire

a cozy, crackly fire

find a stick

a long, tapered stick

skewer a marshmallow

a plump, pillowy marshmallow

turn it slowly—

like a rotisserie—slowly

till the outside is crispy

golden and crispy

and the inside is gooey

fingertip sticky and ooey-gooey

pop it in your mouth

your wide-awake mouth

mmm

mmm

- Irene Latham

UP, UP, EVER UP! by Anita Yasuda and Yuko Shimizu

Hello and Happy Poetry Friday! Be sure to visit Buffy Silverman for Roundup.

It is my pleasure today to welcome Anita Yasuda and Yuko Shimizu, the creators behind a new beautiful picture book biography about Junko Tabei entitled  UP, UP, EVER UP! (Clarion, Sept. 24, 2024)

Here's the publisher's description: 

"Junko Tabei dreamed of a life climbing mountains. But men refused to climb with her. Sponsors told her to stay home. And gloves were not made to fit her hands. Junko, eager and unstoppable, wouldn’t let these obstacles get in her way.

Instead, she planned an expedition to summit Mount Everest with an all-women team. Battling icy peaks, deep crevasses, and even an avalanche, Junko refused to give up. She climbed step by step . . . up, up, ever up!

After summiting the world’s tallest peak, Junko took on a new challenge: protecting the wild spaces she loved for future generations.

This gorgeously illustrated celebration of a trailblazing climber who shattered gender stereotypes invites us to dare to reach our dreams—no matter how big."

Readers, I've known Yuko since we worked together on THE CAT MAN OF ALEPPO, which was awarded a Caldecott Honor! And it was Yuko who introduced me to Anita. I'm so grateful! And I LOVE this book. It's for dreamers and do-ers. So inspiring!

Before I share their lovely interview with you, I invite you to visit Smack Dab in the Middle where I talk about going deeper in our writing...and offer a worksheet for creating an Artist's Declaration, or mission statement. Enjoy!

 Also, you'll find my latest ArtSpeak: FOLK ART poem at the end of the post. In honor of Junko (and Yuko and Anita!), I've selected a piece by Japanese folk art, also called "mingei." The piece in particular is Childbirth by Shiko Munakata, Woodcut Reworked with Brush and Black Sumi Ink, 1959, Cincinnati Art Museum.

Now, please welcome Anita and Yuko!

FRESH

Anita Yasuda

Anita: I had the idea to work on a picture book about Junko Tabei while discussing hiking with one of my closest friends, whom I walked with daily when my family lived in California. My friend was planning a climbing trek in Nepal and training hard. While I was not going to be training for such an endeavor, the wheels in my mind had already started planning a fresh picture book, which became Up, up. The picture book then took shape during these walks and a year later when I returned to Canada.

I am lucky to live in southern Ontario, where I can access miles of looping trails, boardwalks around beaver ponds, and rugged lookouts. I write best in the early mornings. As I walk, I inhale the fresh air. With that air comes fresh ideas and ways to work through story problems step by step, like the subject of this picture book biography, Junko Tabei.

DELICIOUS

Anita: During the research process, I found ideas that were sweeter than Nepalese fried dough dipped in sugar syrup. The joy of investigating new projects is like the thrill of discovering a new trail. It's a journey of curiosity and excitement.

Both journeys begin with curiosity. What will I discover? What is waiting for me along the route? When I dove into stacks of books, newspaper articles, and online interviews of Junko Tabei, I was thrilled when I came across a list of team members from the 1975 Everest climb. It felt like I was holding a day pass for a hike.

I then set out to contact each person on that list. I assumed correctly that some would still be involved in climbing clubs. Though there were many tough dead ends and moments when I questioned my approach, it also became easier. As publication day approaches, the most rewarding part of this journey is the joy of meeting many new people and hearing their stories, all because of this picture book, Up, up.

DIFFICULT

Yuko Shimizu,
photo by Matt Dutile

Yuko: The most difficult part of each book illustration process is the beginning. I usually don’t know anything about the subject I will be illustrating. So, before going into the initial idea stages, I have to learn. I was never an athletic child, and my knowledge of mountaineering was very minimal. 

I usually start my process by reading many books and learning the subject, initially more of just reading, then moving onto books with photos. (followed by watching some films, and then finally photo research.) I bought and read 10+ books, many were by Junko, some are about Junko, and others about Himalayas, Mt. Everest, and the Sherpa people. I honestly have no idea how illustrators worked before the internet. But thanks to internet, and mainly Abe Books, I was able to find a lot of obscure vintage books about Mt. Everest, and I visited Japanese bookstore sites to get books by and about Junko (lucky Japanese is my first language). 

Illustrators need to accurately draw and paint, especially when it’s a historical and bio book. But photos of Junko's 1970's Mt. Everest trip were mostly missing from internet. This created a huge headache in my early stage of reference research. Eventually I found online a photo book released in the 1970s in Japan. I searched and searched until I found a copy of a used copy on a Japanese marketplace. That was like hitting a jackpot. I don’t know what I would have done without it. I used it so much the book fell apart by the time I finished illustrating all the pages. 

ANYTHING ELSE

Yuko: Because I am a research nerd, by the time I was starting to actually draw the final art, I was fully equipped to “climb Mt. Everest.” (in a metaphorical way, of course). 

When you look at the the spread of the the tent in the night,  those mountains and nature you see (and what the readers encounter) are not some random gibberish of the mountain drawings.  They are pretty accurate to what they must have seen. I know these are the details probably almost nobody would notice, but it makes me feel good to try to be as accurate as possible. It's my job as a picture book illustrator to take kids there with me, to the mountains, through the pictures. And as a mountain guide, a pictorial-sherpa, I think these small details are what make the world believable, regardless if anyone notices or not. 

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So many thanks to Anita and Yuko!

And now, here's my latest ArtSpeak: FOLK ART poem. It's a haiku for childbirth. What a miraculous time (she says, as her eldest turns 30 this month!!). Thanks so much for reading.

all the water in

the world cannot stop you

welcome, little one

- Irene Latham

one blue note, two poems, and a thousand boxes

 Hello and Happy Poetry Friday! Be sure to visit Susan at Chicken Spaghetti for Roundup.

For this week's ArtSpeak: FOLK ART, I've got not one but two poems for you today! In honor of my orchestra weekend, I selected a music-themed piece of art created by Clarke Coe. 

The cello is, in essence, a box with strings and a couple of holes. That got me thinking about other boxes-that-aren't-boxes I have loved....and that became a poem!

Boxes

I've slept in a van—
box with four wheels

I've flown a Piper—
box swaddled by infinite sky

I've cuddled a cello—
box where a thousand
nightingales nest

- Irene Latham

The weekend was amazing, but I did get some sad news of an extended family member's passing. She lived a long life, and was a bright light...and a poet too! So I ended up writing a death haiku. Thanks so much for reading.

blue note
held in the arms of rhythm
death comes softly

- Irene Latham

51 Robins poem

 Hello and Happy Poetry Friday! Be sure and visit Rose at Imagine the Possibilities for Roundup.

I am celloing with my amateur orchestra friends at the University of Alabama this weekend. Fun!

Be sure and check out the latest offerings from Georgia Heard at The Poet's Studio. Among other fabulous sessions (shape poems! memoir writing! revision!), she invited me and Joyce Sidman as guests for "The Art of Nonfiction Poetry" (January 9th & 14, 2025). We'd love for you to join us!

Today's ArtSpeak: FOLK ART poem is based on a piece entitled "51 Robins" by Florida folk artist Margot Warren, whom I discovered in this book. 

Don't you love that title?! And guess what? There actually are 51 robins in the painting! And also a lone blue jay... of course my poem had to include him! Thanks so much for reading.

51 Robins

51 robins
flock the spring lawn.

They hop,
flutter
         splash,
mutter—

wake up, worms!

1 blue jay stays
still, silent—

not like a blue jay at all.

He'd hoped for a quick dabble,
a dip and paddle.

why oh why
did those robins
start their party today?

51 raucous robins.
1 bemused bluejay.

- Irene Latham

That Darn Dog poem

 Hello and Happy Poetry Friday! Be sure to visit Janice at Salt City Verse for Roundup.

I've been reading Grace Notes: Poems about Families by Naomi Shihab Nye. It's a deep dive into Naomi's relationship with her mother—rich and powerful and relatable! Here's a smattering of lines that landed in my notebook:

Silence wider / than all mistakes.

If you know someone well /enough you don't / ever have to miss them.

The space around the poem / is best.

Today a field of gossamer full moons.

The cat's tail sweeps me up.

If we spend more time with the dirt / everything will hurt less.

I told the boy / I had a bad dream. / He said, have a new one.

Today's ArtSpeak: FOLK ART poem features a dog! A while back I ordered a book about Florida's self-taught artists, and this week I pulled it off the shelf. The artist I've selected, Rodney Hardee, is from Lakeland, where I once lived...and in the area I will soon be traveling when I drive my mom to her 60 year high school reunion. A cat piece of Rodney's is currently on sale at Ebay. Maybe you know the dog I've written about. :)

That Darn Dog

our neighbor's dog barks
all night

what is he saying?

lake laps its usual music
garden goes on unfurling
moon makes no answer

we hear you, Dog,
I say inside my head

go to sleep now
I'll bring you doggie treats
in my dreams

for a moment
the night is still, serene

but it never lasts

our neighbor's dog barks
all night

- Irene Latham

I Can Fly poem

 Hello and Happy Poetry Friday! Be sure to visit lovely Molly for a dose of joy over at Nix the Comfort Zone for Roundup.

I've been writing A LOT this week. Yay! Over at Smack Dab I posted about being an "Embodied Writer," if you'd like to check it out. I've also been reading...of course!

In poetry collection reading, I discovered A Planet is a Poem by by Amanda West Lewis, illus. by Oliver Averill. Inside the book we learn that A Poem is a Planet. Cool, yes? This book travels through the solar system and has these fun fold-out pages with more facts and notes about the poetry forms used. Pair with The Day the Universe Exploded My Head by Allan Wolf, and perhaps my own The Museum on the Moon, and you've got a lovely little journey into space-poetry!

Also—and this totally made my day!— inside the book was a note from one of my long-time librarian friends, Katie Jane. See below. Isn't she awesome?!

This week's ArtSpeak: FOLK ART is simple and joyful and based upon a piece by Anchorage, Alaska artist Barbara Lavalee. 

Aside: In my "Alaska" reading this week I met A Wolf Called Romeo by Nick Jans. It's a true story about a friendly wolf in Juneau, AK. Isn't there something so special about wild animal encounters? I also read John Muir's Travels in Alaska.

Back to my poem! I adore this art. I mean, how JOYFUL?? And we were just talking with our youngest son about going-back-to-school time, and how glad he is to be past that stage of life...he recalled soul-crushing school rules, like "don't touch the walls." I mean, he's got a point. He's a solo dancer for sure! Thanks so much for reading.

Solo

when no one

is around

to tell me hush

 no

         don't

I kick my feet

swing my arms

  so high!

        I CAN FLY

- Irene Latham

Train Songs

 Hello and Happy Poetry Friday! Be sure to visit Laura at Poems for Teachers for Roundup.

I've got a couple more books for you!

In and Out the Window by the incomparable Jane Yolen, illus. by Cathrin Peterslund. This collection features more than a hundred poems, across several sections "At Home," "School," "Animals," "After School"...and each section is divided into "In" poems (inside) and "Out" poems (outside). 

One I really like is "Hook in the Water," which is an invitation... "Come, little fishes..." Another one called "The Poem in Your Heart' starts "The poem in your heart / is beating." Yes!

The Color of Sound by Emily Barth Isler. About a girl who has synesthesia and is struggling to figure out who SHE is, apart from her parents' expectations. I love this quote:

"The library smells like a symphony. Every imaginable word housed in the building's books mingles in my head to create something full and rich. It's not a song I recognize, but it's using every instrument.

The automatic doors whoosh purple..."

Yes! That's a library!

And here's a winning picture book about something I still love to do: swinging! Touch the Sky by Stephanie V.W. Lucianovic, illus. by Chris Park. A beautiful read for anyone trying to learn any new skill.

Today's ArtSpeak: FOLK ART poem features a train painted by George Voronovsky (same Florida Highwaymen artist as last week!). 

What kid at some point doesn't love a train? I remember fondly the Thomas the Tank Engine days with our oldest son in particular... so sweet! Poetry, too, has been known to host a few trains. Perhaps you know "Song of the Train" by David McCord? Or Clackety Track by Skila Brown, illus. by Jamey Christoph (Candlewick, 2019).

Also, here's a song I am in love with that features a different kind of train: "Land of Hope and Dreams" by Bruce Springsteen. (We saw Bruce in concert last year and all night I waited for him to sing this song, but he didn't. Boo!)

Earlier this summer I wrote a poem playing with a metaphor for summer: "Summer is an Aligator Eating an Ice Cream Cone." That was a lot of fun! So today I decided to try "train" as a metaphor for summer. Thanks so much for reading.

Here comes Summer!

Toot-toot!

Instead of track

this train rides

a sunny satin ribbon

Instead of smoke

this train puffs

a kaleidoscope

of bubbles

instead of graffiti-

stained boxcars,

this train pulls

flower boxes

in blooming colors

instead of chugga

chugga

choo choo

this train sings

la-de-dah!

- Irene Latham