For National Poetry Month 2021, I’m posting an equation poem each day. Maybe with an image, maybe without. I needed something very accessible and doable this year! Maybe you feel the same way? I’d love for you to join me, and here are several options for sharing your own or your students’ equation poems:
- in the comments below
- on social media with #EquationPoem–and be sure to tag me, please! (@LauraPSalas on Twitter, Instagram, and Facebook)
- on the Padlet on my bookpage here
Here’s today’s equation poem, inspired by a celebratory dinner at Benihana last night. This one’s pretty much straight science–well, except for the result, I guess :>)
And if you love equation poems, check out my Snowman-Cold=Puddle: Spring Equations, published by Charlesbridge and with gorgeous art by Micha Archer.
Happy poeming!
P.S. Click here if you want to see all of this month’s equation poems!
P.P.S. If you like these, you might also love This Plus That, by Amy Krouse Rosenthal and Jen Corace, and Mathematickles, by Betsy Franco and Steve Salerno.
3 Responses
A poem for today. My friend is suffering from the sudden loss of her companion. I have been trying to be the best friend I know how. I have read so much of what someone says you should or should not say, and I admit I can’t keep that straight enough. What I do know is that you do what you can and hope you are hitting the mark. And that you let the grieving friend know if you are not getting it close to right, you are willing to at least try to do better.
griever + listener = real friendship
Janet, I am sorry for the loss of your friend’s companion. Your poem is beautiful and powerful. I’m sure you friend must love it. I think you’re right about listening and being there for your friend.
Laura, I didn’t know you could use an onion for a volcano. Your poem reminds me of when our oldest daughter took an enrichment class in science and they made volcanos. I remember them using vinegar and baking soda and something else.
oozing orange lava + helicopter = amazement
Your poem made my mind wander to my husband’s and my honeymoon in Maui in 1994. One day we took a helicopter ride over the Big Island where there was an active volcano.