The Art of Going Offline

 

 The Art of Going Offline -    a poetry and deep ecology project

The spring / summer edition:

I see trees

I hear kids yelling

I smell chalk

I taste hand sanitizer

I touch grass

I feel something crawling on me

Szymon Skonieczny, 7b

The autumn / winter edition:

 

I saw flowers because my mum has a lot of them in our garden.

I heard rain dripping on the ground.

I smelt mud because it was raining.

I touched nothing because it was cold outside and wet.

The thing that touched me was rain.

I felt cold and a bit wet when I got back home.

Michał Pobłocki, 7b

 I saw a bird flying between trees.

I heard wind blowing heavily.

I smelt smog because we are in Poland.

I touched stone, it was so cold.

Bushes touched me.

I felt good when I got back home.

Jan Adamik, 7a

 

 

i saw green grass

i heard dogs barking

i smelt nothing cos it’s cold

i touched nothing cos i like feeling my fingers

cold air touched me

i felt warmer when i got back home

i’ll never go outside again

Jędrzej Kwiatkowski, 8b

 

 

I saw hedgehog family and sleeping trees.

 

I heard my dog barking

 

I smelt winter air and smoke from the chimneys.

 

I touched cold and wet grass.

 

...... touched me... my dog!

 

I felt good when I got back home.

 

When I sat down in front of the screen again i felt so much better.

 

                                                                                          Nadia Semblewska, 7a

 

I saw a bit of snow, some birds and my neighbors.

I heard singing birds and a very loud wind.

I smelt wet grass and this specific winter air.

I touched some branches on trees and cold snow.

My friend’s dog touched me when I went with her and her dog

for a walk.

I felt very relaxed and peaceful when I got back home.

 

After sitting at home for a long time, all of us need to go outside,

take a break and see how beautiful the world is :).

Klaudia Przespolewska, 8a

 

I saw snow, cars, trees, plants

and kids.

I heard cars, chirping birds

and screams of children.

I smelt clean air.

I touched snow.

Snow touched me.

I felt more oxygenated when I

got back home.

                                               Kinga Lehmann, 8a

 

I saw a dark lake and beautiful sky

with flying ducks.

I heard ducks flying on “my” sky.

I smelt rain and forest when I was walking

with my dog.

I touched my Christmas tree, and it was wet

and the rain touched my face.

I felt good when I got back home.

I had a lot of air in my chest.

I like every weather, rain on my skin

and on my face.

Jagoda Klińska, 8a

When I was outside with my dog, it was raining. I like this weather when it’s raining because I like to hear drops of the rain on my windows. My dog wasn’t as happy as I but Rysia is very small so I can carry her.

I live next to the lake so I keep going for walks to the lake. My mom usually swims in it,  and Rysia and I go to cheer her.

It’s very good to live in a village.

Jagoda Klińska, 8b

 

                                                                         Wiktor Ożóg, 8b

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The Art of Going Offline (the autumn / winter edition)

 

Having closed my laptop and stepping outside

I found a secret passage to a real world

 I saw

               a bunch of fir twigs in a water jug

               squatting on my balcony since Christmas,

               a pot filled with pebbles brought from holidays, a small 

               round table, resembling ones on sale 

               at buzzing markets in the Middle East, ready 

               for coffee when winter is gone.

it all reminded me of life living itself  

at every corner of the world, 

in all the circumstances possible 

and unimagined.  

                                  I heard droplets landing 

on windowsills, the snow busy melting

-     at the still vague and shy presence 

of of spring. A nearby ring road

carrying cars, with people and their stuff inside them,

became a waterfall

in my imagination: I could hear the roars

of water cascades, could hear the laughs 

of streams pouring down, the pebbles

tickling their watery

soles

 

I smelt freshness: the former severity of frost 

yielding to a touch of unexpected kindness.

 

A gathering of crows moving from one roof

to another at a random order

touched me with its feathers' black: a happiness

for no particular reason. The sun warmth

landed on my cheek.

 

With my eyes I touched the blue

of the sky. How come that eyes

are able to embrace such vastness,

and feel fine?

 

When I got home, I found inside me readiness

for some forgotten promise to be delivered, 

                                unpacked,

fulfilled.

  

The Art of Going Offline (the spring / summer edition)

                       An Open Window 

I see the endless blue of the cloudless sky

I hear the absent silence beneath kids' present screams 

        ~~ the heat is almost unbearable ~~

                   even if the shadow

                  of the classroom

                         saves us

                  from full exposure

           

I smell the green of the juicy grass

            just mowed and thus just gone

In my mind I touch a grasshopper, gone as the grass

is gone, 

                some trees gone, too, 

from where they used to grow

before the kids' yellings

       were born, or even conceived

                            and sadness fills me

like a sudden ocean

this is mid June, a Friday morning,  

classroom 15, class 7B,  a threshold

of summer 2021

the world at large 

pokes at me

from a close perspective:

the school ground, these students 

and I, together in the classroom, the spider

crawling on Simon, Maciek collecting it

from Simon's desk 

to let the spider - and Simon - free, this

open window

I feel touched by a newly arrived thought 

as it perches on some invisible branch

inside me, of how fine

it all is, after all

while the grass

keeps growing

and the grasshopper's hopes

are cared for

Joanna Kania

teacher of English