Congratulations! We have shared this virtual space for 30 days — 30 days of words, phrases, images, and lines borrowed from lives lived and imagined.
Inspiration
Patched poems borrow lines from our community of poems to create something new while honoring the lines that have stirred our hearts and minds this month.
Today, we’d like to encourage you to select a day from our 30 days on ethicalela.com and reread the poems looking for lines you can borrow/celebrate to make a new poem, a poem that honors and celebrates other poets who’ve shared their lives with us this past month. After your poem (or after each line) indicate the poets/poems you’ve borrowed as a thank you to the poets who inspired your verse.
Process
- Pick a day and select lines form several poems to make something new — a found poem. For example, if you enjoyed the pantoum day, go back to poem sixteen and find lines from a few poems to make your own. You can blend some of their lines with yours.
- Choose a poem from #verselove2019 that you loved or found intriguing and try to answer someone else’s poem with a poem of your own.
- Choose a line from a #verselove2019 poet that you especially appreciated. You might pull out one of their lines to make your own.
- Respond to someone’s poem with a new point of view. For example, I wrote a poem on day twenty-eight about our magnolia tree; you might write a similar poem in response from the magnolia’s point of view or perhaps the tree from your poem wants to speak to mine.
- Or, return to our list poem inspiration from day 3, and write a list of what you know to be true about writing poetry!
Sarah’s Poem
*I will add my Patched Poem later today, but here is my thank you note for being with us this month.
“Gratitude”
I am sitting in my big, comfy chair with my coffee
as I have at this time for the last thirty days, and
I am thinking about all the different ways
we have poem-ed together.
I hear you. I feel you. I thank you.
And there are other hearts out there who may have not shared
but who have, nonetheless, heard you express and feel blessed
to have read your verse and the rest.
I am just so thankful to you all
for sharing this virtual – no actual- space,
for being vulnerable, honorable, adorable, and invincible,
for your beautiful words on the page, some we just could not say in our days,
and for witnessing lives lived in this-
way.
I love that we are all equals in this space — not the same (thank goodness),
but here — there is no shame -ing or blame-ing.
There are no grades made, no cutting blades of apprais-al.
There are no requirements or performance.
This has been a place to express, collect, reflect, and even experiment.
If you are new to verse, you have likely discovered,
uncovered poetry’s gift of therapy —
its power to assuage souls, stir inspiration, and bring joy.
When you share your poem with us, it goes from yours to ours, and,
well, thank you.
Thank you for being with us this month as a reader, as a poet, as a poetry lover! Here is an overview with links to every day’s inspiration and poems. We invite you to look back at the way our poem-ing has invited inquiry into fissures of our lives, nurturing empathy and respect for all who have visited this virtual space. We would love to hear about your experience and gather suggestions for next year. Please take this survey.
What a fun prompt! My lucky number is 9, so I took a line from everyone’s Day 9 poem. I didn’t see this poem coming, but I love it. I’d like to thank all of you for such a wonderful experience this month! It was so inspiring.
One day (Amy R)
A wallflower in a green floral Home Ec dress (Glenda F)
Eyes scanning (Melinda B)
Plan, observing (Sarah D)
Flight, Paris (Michelle H)
Adrenaline surging (Steve Z)
Breath gasping (Ryan B)
His world gets tilted (Kim)
That night—continuously, one (Gail S)
Truth and guilt and a broken trapdoor (Susie)
Evidence of my amorous existence (Tiffany M)
Me slipping away (Mo D)
But we’re out of reach (Anna S)
I’m impressed by how you created a story from the collected lines. I get just enough of the details but am left with a mystery too. What fun!
I’m not gonna lie— I felt kind of scandalous writing this! ?
I see why you love this! I do too! I think tomorrow I’m gong to do some more quilting poems on my own. I’m already thinking of repeating the process of each motivation, but I’m so going to miss reading all of these wonderful poems each day!
Thank you, Mo, for poem #9. I am number 9 in my family, so this is a lovely tribute to the number and the beautiful language that has permeated this blog all month long. I love seeing our words patched together to make something new of our new connections with one another.
Too funny, Sarah. I’m the ninth in my family, too!
Mo, your poetic tribute to day 9 brings me joy in the realization we’re all so much more together than we are as one. ?
I have been in awe of the poets in this group. You are such deep-thinking wordsmiths, and you have both inspired and challenged me this month. Thanks to all. This poem is a patchwork of lines from Susie, Mo, Glenda, Steve Z, Kim, Sarah, and Anna.
Our Journey
A journey stretched before us:
pure possibility. (Steve Z)
We got to the business of (Susie)
turning a verse.
We kept on writing. (Anna)
We learned to play, (Jackie)
to try on selves (Sarah)
and be teller[s] of truth. (Glenda)
We learned that sharing ourselves
with others
makes us stronger. (Kim)
Which, in retrospect,
May have been [the] goal all along. (Mo)
Oh, this is dandy, Gail! You’re wonderful! Susie
Gail, I love this poem and am happy to Journey and play w/ all the fine folks in this community. It’s sure nice to “play” and not be the last one picked, my fate in every team sport! Ha. Keep piling words into poems.
I love writing about writing. Well done, Gail!
Oh, Gail! This really makes perfect sense and is so appropriate for our final day of poem-ing. Of course it makes sense, but you were really able to pull lines from so many poems to articulate the joy and, really, nurturing that poetry has offered our hearts and minds this month. Stunning.
WORD BY WORD
In just thirty days,
more like “about four minutes,”
we’ve,
word by word
sewn lines around a family
“stitched over time,”
despite “rope twists around our [sic] feet,”
and past “the fog of uncertainty”
that we would want to become
this collection
of poets, teachers, lovers.
Yet, word by word,
we drew our common lines across the sands,
we “swung away, threw wild,” [sic] and
though “the tide [of our lives] erases [our] sandcastles,”
we are left with
a humane connection,
the tie that makes us forever
the courageous poets of
April
2019.
by Susie Morice
[Special thanks to Sarah, Jackie, Glenda, Andy, Kim, whose words I borrowed for today, but also to each member of this family who made this the unique experience it has been. Susie Morice]
Susie, as with every poem you’ve penned this month, I love the imagery, the repetition ( word by word), the way you’ve woven our lines through the poem. You have inspired and pushed me. The first 58 years of my life I wrote fewer than a dozen poems total. After writing a poem about my father’s blindness during SOL18, I committed to writing a poem a day during National Poetry Month 2018. You and others have been so kind and generous in your comments. I would not have made it through this month had you not been here, too. ‘Preciate you. ?
Susie, your closing line expresses my feelings exactly….as have many of your poems this month. Because you and others here have been both open and supportive, I’ve been able tap into memories I didn’t know I had and experiences I’d intentionally buried.
When I dug deep to write poems and discovered those memories, I felt it was okay to share them here because you, too, had shared some pretty private thoughts, that turned out to be similar to what others had been expressing. So…thanks!
Susie-Your closing lines sum up this experience so nicely: the tie that makes us forever/the courageous poets of/April/2019. It did take courage some days to write and post. Thank you for the “real” aspect that you brought to this group! Gail
I love your patchwork blending of thoughts and hearts!
Susie- This is just amazing and a powerful tribute to our time together. “Humane connection” in this world of troubling fracturing among peoples. It is okay to use brackets to show what is mine and what is yours as long as we can make meaning together. I love how the quotes reveal the voices communicating and the commas uniting ideas! Thank you!
Sarah, I’m taking a little poetic license, here, to share my thanks in poetry.
P – Passion on paper
O – Opening my heart
E – Enlightening and engaging, but not from the start
T – Trying to impress, wanting to look my best, then
R- Resolved to be true, so decided to give pride a rest
and it’s all because of
Y – YOU!
I’m proud of the work you’ve drawn out of us and for the community of writers you’ve nurtured here. Wishing you well as you continue to lead by example!
Oh, Anna, thank you for this kind poem. I have so appreciated your guidance and engagement as one of our author-inspirers and fellow #verselove2019 poet! Pure joy!
A lovely expressive way to say thanks through an acrostic!
Anna – This is so sweet. “Resolved to be true…” perfect. Thanks so much, Susie
Anna, like Sarah, you are a giver. I appreciate you and love the honesty in your poetic tribute. ?
Anna-I, too, struggled with trying to impress. Some days that was my biggest obstacle to starting the process of getting words on paper! I have enjoyed this journey with you. Gail
I so appreciate the encouragement to write (even though I wasn’t able to contribute every day!)
Patched Poem from Day 2: The Best of Us
Lo mejor de mi (Zacarias Rivera):
belly laugh(s) hourly (Andrea Smolin),
holds you close while I read to you (Judy Shafer),
strong, quiet (not always), thoughtful (Tricia),
shines brighter with my heart’s companion (Tracy Vogelgesang),
lives in my sons (Amy Rasmussen),
walks my horse like a dog (Melinda Buchanan).
I’ll see your imagination and raise a curiosity (Jackie J):
the best part of me has always been there (Michelle Hubbard)–
in those language moments of synaptic stupor (steve z),
the quippy kids (Tiffany Mum).
Seems plain to see (Susie)
behind a paper thin bark (Andy Schoenborn)
like a nest in a tree (Christina Frierman)
camouflage(d) vulnerability (Glenda Funk).
Happy
being me…relentlessly (Kim Johnson),
hearing my mother’s laughter come out of me (Heather Martin),
searching for understanding (Mo Daley).
I will wear my smile (Gail Saathoff) and
gladly bring you (Sarah)
lo mejor de mi.
I’m already missing the group’s poetry tomorrow morning. What a brilliant way to end – the patchwork pieces of all of our best writing! Thank you for giving us all an opportunity and an audience and helping us find our voices! Hope to see you at NCTE in November!
Sarah, Love the way you bookended this poem with “Li mejor de mi.” And reading these wonderful lines illuminates the brilliance of this community you birthed this month. ?
Grrrrrrr! “Lo” not “Li.” Stupid autocorrect.
Sarah-“The best of me”. Thank you for encouraging this each day. This has been a great experience. Gail
“In a Poem”
I met myself in a poem
Wiggled into a life like mine
Cast a line into a river of words
Shared hors-d’oeuvres from lines of verse.
Poems spark empathetic imaginations
Walk through aching silhouettes shadowing
The living & the dead unable to speak.
Their poems “writing of wounded” hearts.
I traveled through distant states in poems
Across the gray straight lines of undulating lyrics and
Drank a thousand sensuous syllables
Blended, aged, poured into poetry.
Under the influence of poetry
I measured my life in mirrors reflecting
Worlds I could and could not see and
Found a little more of me.
*I’d like to pay homage to more folks, but papers await grading, books await reading, my teaching life awaits the willing away of keepsakes. Thank you, Sarah, and a special thanks to those who shared a poem every day and to those who provided inspiration. It’s been fun getting to know you through your words.
Inspiration for my final poem:
Day 25
Writing of wounded (Kim)
Day 25
A mirror reflecting all I could not see (Sarah)
Day 27
Across gray lines, undulating, lyrics (Susie)
Glenda,
Every line in this is beautiful. The first line makes my heart soar and then dive into the next lines to swim in your verse, universe as you “cast a line into a river of words.” It has been lovely to get to know you in this way and to see, witness how you engaged with us, fellow poets, teachers, human beings. You are incredibly compassionate.
Absolutely beautiful! I love how you maintained your own creative thought while weaving in the ideas of others. I’m going to miss this group – it will be like turning off a water faucet of nourishment!
Glenda–This is another collection of beautiful images. I have loved your pieces…just so inspiring. I’d write more here, but my right hand is in a brace—ripped a ligament. Know that I love this. Susie
Glenda-I like the idea of being “under the influence of poetry”. That aptly sums up this month. Thank you for you wonderful contributions each day. Gail
Some of my favorite lines from some of my favorite poems, in anacrostic tribute to Susie M.
My daily dose of caffeine, yog(urt), and routine Tracy Vogelgesang
You all must know I’ve had a good life Anna Roseboro
Flourish melodic Steve Z
An oasis for intellectuals Tiffany Mumm
Vows were made and vows were muttered Jackie J
Oh, and sometimes an apple Sarah Donovan
Return home is…better than the latest goodbye Andy Schoenborn
I lift my voice in protest, I lift my voice in praise Zacarias Rivera
Travel triumph tantalize Glenda Funk
Endless possibilities Gail Saathoff
Compassionate and consistent Amy Rasmussen
One for me, one for you Susie Morice
Unexpected Joy Deb Matero
Stoic glance that moves you to tears Travis Crowder
I was blessed to be born to readers Kim
Never a dull moment with you in our lives Mo Daley
The original structure of this anacrostic was spaced to include poet names at the right-hand side. When I hit the Submit button, everything got squished together. Maybe you can at least read the “secret” phrase at the beginning of each line. Sheesh. Sorry.
What the heck. Now that I read it all “squished together”, it is kind of fun. Ha, who’da thunk?
Ultra creative, and thoughtful. I love this tribute to your favorite cousin, and the lines are meaningful.
Jackie – I love you, Cuz. XXOOSooze
Jackie, You and Susie are cousins? I am jealous of you both. There is not one person in my family—immediate or extended—who get this need to write thang. My husband indulges me because he loves me. Your poem feels like a giant, squishy hug. ?
Glenda, yes! I am so lucky to have Susie and all the memories of family time she writes about. This “writing thang” is in the genes — several of The Cousins (13 of us) are gifted and the remainder are jealous, ha! BTW, I have thoroughly enjoyed your contributions here! Can we adopt you as an honorary cousin?
Thanks for using this line from my poem. I appreciate it.
Thank YOU, ZR. It was the perfect line to describe Susie, the subject of this “love letter”. One day she is praising a student teacher for his ingenuity and effort. The next day she is at a protest march downtown carrying a placard so clever it is filmed for the evening news! Passionate!
Facing May Without My Fellow Poets
Today, somehow I knew
A cloud has rolled in
Its teeth like bones that landed wrong
There is a WAR going on
The wind howls
In a brazen blizzard
Waves approaching
Unfocused
Adrift
Reality of this world’s daily strife
Let me go!
Take this burden
Shut the drapes
Pull down the shades
Fading in the rearview are the dusty roads
Joy lives in the noticing
-Kim Johnson
Day 10 Lines – A Patchwork Poem – special thanks to Melinda Buchanan, Susie Morice, Gail Saathoff, Alex, Michelle Hubbard, Amy Rasmussen, Steve Z, Ambre Lee, Glenda Funk, Anna Roseboro, Deb Matero, and Sarah Donovan for your quilt-squares
Kim – I’m going to miss your poems! You’ve been inspiring. Susie
Kim, I feel like I’m moving away from good friends. The weather and pulled shades are images of foreboding. Thank you for this inspiring poem and for pushing me to be a better poet. Love this final poem. ?
Kim–It does seem a little odd to be facing the month ahead without poems to write. I have truly enjoyed reading your poems this month. Gail
Thank You, Sarah. This focus on the poetry of my life has blessed me. While I haven’t kept up with the writing, or the commenting on others, I have kept up with reading the inspiration each day, and most importantly, the thinking it’s prompted. Poetry is therapy. And my soul feels the power –and love — of these 30 days. Thank you everyone!!
I missed you when you dropped off the grid. See you on Twitter—and at NCTE in November.
Agreed! Thank you, Sarah. I, too, have been blessed.
Well said, Amy! Poetry is therapy.