What Poetry Can Mean

As we continue to celebrate National Poetry Month at TIS, I would like to share with you a wonderful tidbit from TIS Facilities Manager Frank Bojanowski:

Poetry has always been part of our household. When they were young, my daughters enjoyed silly nonsensical verse as well as more serious works like "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner" (read in nightly installments over many days). They would listen, enjoying the texture and rhythm of the words interrupting with "What's an albatross?, Why couldn't he drink the ocean water?, What's rime?. Each question was a teaching moment, a time to stop and talk about birds, water, oceans, cold and frost. The "Rime of the Ancient Mariner" was reread many times over the years with the conversations delving deeper into the meaning of self and life. Later it would be a shared poem read or written which would often bridge the generational gap.

Leaves, Litter and Alliteration

With the leaves
the litter blows


by a muttered wind
heard though the elms

it goes

to sing a swan song
at clouded gutter
or crystal pond.

by Frank Bojanowski
(First poem as a high school freshman)