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  • Time is short these days now that I am in grad school full time, teaching, and being a mom to my four wonderful kids. When a school assignment rolls around that is "Cowbird Worthy", I want to try to post it. Our first assignment in my "Learners in Context Class" was to write a poem with the prompt of "I Am". That was all that was given. Oh, my.


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    I Am...

    I am a galaxy of color.

    I am deep diving into an intense blue aquasphere
    of emotions and experience.

    I am buttering up the full moon
    with classical optimism.

    I am inviting the mythical violet of motherhood
    to cascade through me.

    I am the clean green thumb
    of my great-grandfather’s garden.

    I am wearing the bolero of my red obsessions
    which tease me forward into pages and words of unheard glory.

    I am the gingery cavernous expression of solitude
    which sings lullabies of release.

    I am white light shattering into an epiphany of color.
    I am the gathering in of all matter turning gibralatarous black.


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    PS The photo that you see is a science experiment that my daughter brought home from school and whipped up as her contribution to my homework! Yeah, she's just awesome like that. Here's the recipe: You mix 2% milk then add four different colors of food dye (two drops apiece), and two tiny drops of Dawn dish detergent at the very end. Viola!

    My homework is becoming a family affair.
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