p.o.w
April 7, 2011
i wait…
as april’s fool
to see if her showers
may, bring poetic flowers.
your memory
holds my poetry hostage.
[prisoner of words]
but
poetry
has a way
of breaking
free.
~Sarahí Yajaira, 2011 ©
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this is my write of passage...i am writing. not the act of writing but the art of writing. i am words. words that heal. words that speak my truth.
i've been in love with the art of writing since i was five-years-old, when my aunt gave me a journal and said, "express yourself creatively. find words to say what you are feeling."
this blog has one purpose: to tell my story. we all have a story to tell and these are some of mine.
i write in lower case letters because i want my words to speak softly.
leave a comment. share your thoughts, ideas, suggestions, reactions... let's have a dialogue.
it is in the light of our honest selves that we can begin to move in the direction of understanding.
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April 8, 2011 at 12:05 pm
I’ve started a poetry unit with my 4th graders (wait until you see some of what they’ve done so far!) and I’m going to share this!
xoxo