Make a haiku about what it is (or was) like to start DS106 either as an open participant or at a university
Add your response
Make a haiku about what it is (or was) like to start DS106 either as an open participant or at a university
Add your response
There are 18 written responses to this assignment.
Did not expect this
Week started with a slight sting,
In end fun was it.
With every step,
We value simple handrails,
Stumbling helps us learn.
dee-ess-one-oh-six
how many weeks per unit?
more than expected
A daily create
Digital storytelling
It’s open to all!
ds106
Noir is not a genre
noir is a tonehard work and learning
Forgetting all my passwords
what does noir mean?
This TDC was a walk down memory lane. I found a photo of my camp avatar and this poem written as I finished the course. Duh, do you ever finish DS 106? Nope, #4Life.
On top of Mt. MacGuffin
All covered with corn
I found my creativity
with which I’d been born.Cause creating a pleasure
though sometimes a chore
But when I am finished
I always want more.
Login, type, repeat.
What an overwhelming week!
Noir, such a dark treat!
I’ve been pondering
I have done the wondering
Now I Am Jumping
A creative classroom
Undoubtedly meant for me.
No boundaries here.
Eloquently put
By my virtual classmate,
“Adventures await.”
“With every step
We value handrails.
Stumbling helps us learn.”
https://tdc.ds106.us/writings/ds106-an-exhilarating-trip/
(DS106: An Exhilarating Trip – by @iamtalkytina – https://tdc.ds106.us/writings/ds106-an-exhilarating-trip/)
Thinking is easy,
being creative is not.
Help with writers block.
Each day something new
Ev’ry day be on the move
Not all droom and gloom
Keen return after
Uncreative interval:
Bathetic haikus
A haiku about starting #ds106 is #4life.
Overwhelming, Scary.
What did I get myself into?
Work hard, create daily, Noir!Follow me on Twitter: @SavannaTRMA
Blog: lifebysavanna.com
So many logins
now most of my top sites are
related to noir.
Two Years In the Garden of DS106
Orange-throated crocus
push through winter snow to bloom:
I believe in Spring!Last year’s decayed leaves
become compost for spring beauty.
Look! The rose has bloomed!The Gardener doesn’t see
underground where a river
of green is flowing.Every day she comes
to work the soil. The canny
Crow watches and laughs.August tomatoes
hang like little suns. Harvest
surprises me once more.
Was there once a time
when I had no knowledge of
DS106?
With every step,
We value simple handrails,
Stumbling helps us learn.