Recursive learning
circles of transformation in
Relation
Rigorous
Reaching to better teaching.
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a little Masters reflection today.
poem-art June 10, 2016
Art is artificial
when our artifacts
leave factual for artless artifice.
Draw artful parts;
articulate the artful into artillery
throbbing through the arteries:
bum, bum, bum.
Be the genuine article,
artisan.
Be
art.
.
.
(Reading John Dewey’s Art as Experience today. My head might explode.)
poem-light June 9, 2016
It is dark here.
We have dug a den,
a hole to hide in.
Safe, secure, one entrance to guard
with snarling, snapping lunges.
Beyond the border we guard,
light illuminates.
We squint at silhouettes,
afraid of what lies behind.
The dark we know,
but light lures.
poem-worlds beyond June 8, 2016
There are worlds beyond your doors
and opportunities reaching out to you.
“Future” is such a big word,
and so is “college” if no one has been before.
But you have just as much right
to take those chances, as any one else.
Don’t doubt the power of your ability.
If you choose to do it,
are willing to put in the work,
you can do it:
break down stereotypes,
forge new ground,
accomplish something beyond
what judgmental people
think is all you can be.
What’s your dream? Fight for it.
poem- circles June 7, 2016
Spinning circles
mother
daughter mother
daughter
father
son father
son.
.
Apples falling
from apple trees
.
Same old punches
Same old stories
Same old shouts
Same old glories
.
Grandmothers,
mothers, daughters
grandfathers,
fathers, sons
.
No one steps out of the centrifuge
Spinning in
generations.
poem-sorry? June 6, 2016
When he apologized
she thought
This time it will be better
but
“I’m sorry,”
never seems to mean,
“I won’t do it again.”
poem-body language June 5, 2016
What are you saying
when you walk into the room
without acknowledging her
when you stand beside her
without making eye contact
when you leave
without a farewell
What are you shouting
when you choose to live
with an invisible person
who doesn’t wish to be
so transparent?
poem-black nose June 4, 2016
Little black nose
Pink panting tongue
Sparkling black eyes
Two paws on my leg
invitations to puppy fun.
poem- leaps June 3, 2016
Fire raging behind and beside
………………………..A cliff before
………………………Nothing to do
……………………………………..but
.
.
………………………………………………leap.
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poem-risky June 2, 2016
Life is risky.
If we dare to try,
we may fail.
If we ride out onto new roads,
we may crash,
If we set sail on new waters,
we may drown,
but
If we hide beneath a rock,
we’re in danger of being crushed.
Moving is better,
than standing still.
Shawn L. Bird 