This month’s playlist embodies both the cheerful, feel-good sound of Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros to the soulful croon of Bill Withers. We’ve got lots of tunes for you to listen to and dance along with (in your socks) in that space you call home.
Home. It’s the place where we would like to find the most comfort. A safe haven and a corner of the globe where we can be ourselves, surrounded in warmth by those we love. New or old, home can be a constant amid an ever-changing world. Writer Amy Tan once described what the future might hold for her hundred-year-old island dwelling:
Every night, before sleep, I admire the water, the indigo island against an India ink sky. In a hundred years someone else will stand before this window. She will notice how the water looks different every day, how it is also the same. She will wonder if anyone ever lived on the island. She will write the answer in poetry.
If, many years from now someone were to live in your home, what would you want them to know about it? What does house and home mean to you? Talk about its comforts and your favorite spaces. What might be different? What will always remain the same? Write your answer in poetry.
Thanks to everyone who participated in last week’s poetry prompt. Here’s a poem from Andrew we enjoyed:
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How to Write a Poem uses images like the buzz, the switch, the wave—from the Billy Collins poem “Introduction to Poetry”—to guide writers into new ways of writing poems. Excellent teaching tool. Anthology and prompts included.
“How to Write a Poem is a classroom must-have.”
—Callie Feyen, English Teacher, Maryland
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Friends came to houses in days past,
‘Tis said in hushed and sombre tones
That carries well along the lines
Connecting all our phones.
And in the gardens, children played
With hoop and ball, in season’s Fall
Or in its summer time of joy.
Where now do their shrill voices call?
Granted, all was not well, but in the cold
A family shared a space of red
Before the fireplace, all together
Before the slumbers of their bed.
Old songs and secret rhymes
Of holly, mistletoe and wine
Were staples of the day.
Why, then, could they not stay?
Now when the Christmas dinner’s done
The children crowd for presents earned
For good behaviour. A phone, a laptop, books
Printed on screens and never learned.
And I, the hypocrite, with phone in hand
Write down the thin and drawn out lines
Of one who now relies upon a screen
And not the craft of older times.