Congratulations!
We have shared this virtual space for 30 days — 30 days of words, phrases, images, and lines borrowed from lives lived and imagined.
We have drawn from the mentorship of our daily hosts and the poets and poetry that inspired them: Glenda Funk, Stacey Joy, K. A. Holt, Gayle Sands, Lauryl Bennington, Lizzy Mandrell, Jennifer Jacobson, Crag Hill, Kate Currie, Stefani Boutelier, Jordy Bowles, Naydeen Trujillo, Padma Venkatraman, Margaret Simon, Kim Johnson, Susan Ahlbrand, Allison Berryhill, Abigail Woods, Ann McClellan, Kaitlin Robison, Shaun Ingalls, Emily Yamasaki, Jennifer Guyor-Jowett, Anna J. Small Roseboro, Susie Morice, Jessica Garrison, and Kole Simon.
And, I hope, we are all transformed in some positive ways because of this experience. My deepest gratitude to our hosts and to all our teacher-poets sharing this space for 30 days and allowing us to bear witness to one another’s lives.
P.S. Today, maybe tomorrow you may feel relief having reached May first. Indeed, some days it was hard to write or to be okay with not reading and responding to everyone (though you wanted to). And sometimes you did not know if your comment to yesterday’s poem was received–this is part of the limitations of this space as all spaces do. I hope you learned to give yourself grace. Still, relief, yes? But you may begin to feel something akin to grief. (I already do.) Welcome this. Cry if need be. (I already have.) And then come back to this space when you are ready to write again, maybe May 16th.
Inspiration
Today, I simply ask that you approach this final day any way you need to. What do you have left to say, to write, to explore?
- Was there a poem from earlier this month that you want to go back to or answer to?
- Have you come to understand yourself as a writer in a new way — is there a poem in that?
- Is there a poem or topic that you want to “thank” in some way with a new poem or perspective?
- Is there a poem you wrote from your point of view that you’d like to try from another POV. Any of that will do today.
- Is there a form or topic that we did not explore that you want to uncover or introduce in your poem today?
- Or maybe you’d just like to write a congratulation poem to yourself. Why not?
If you need an idea or more direction for today, try borrow lines and verses! Revisit your favorite day of this celebration and “borrow” lines from other people’s poems to create something new while honoring the lines that have stirred our hearts and minds this month.
Process for Borrowed Lines
- Pick a day and select lines from several poems to make something new — a found poem. 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.
- Choose a poem from #verselove 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 #verselove poet that you especially appreciated. You might pull out one of their lines to begin a poem of your own.
- Respond to someone’s poem with a new point of view. For example, I wrote a poem on Tuesday about moving; you might write a similar poem about a day you moved.
Sarah’s Poem
*I will add my borrowed line 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! We would love to hear about your experience and gather suggestions for next year. Please take this survey.
We are, as human beings
Impossibly complicated
Ever changing and
Therefore difficult to express
Writing is a principle way we may
Express what we feel and
Who we are in
It’s entirety
And our growth
Here
Will help us grow as humans
The ability to write is ever changing
Twisting, turning,
The ability to write is ever growing
Like a plant, watered and bathed in knowledge
Nurturing your ability, your will, your passion
Only then will you bare fruit, enjoy the blossom of your effort
Wow, thank you. I was so sad to say goodbye and excited to share a thank you poem that I thought about it all day, and then slept. I thought the Blitz poem (Thank you, Glenda!) would be perfect to share my heart today.
Writing with #Verselove
Thank you, mentors
Thank God for writing
Writing poems
Writing hearts
Hearts of longing
Hearts of healing
Healing traumas
Healing brokenness
Brokenness once unspoken
Brokenness poured out in poetry
Poetry of triumph
Poetry of laughter
Laughter in knowing
Laughter in tears
Tears of renewal
Tears of cleansing
Cleaning from old hurts
Cleansing like therapy
Therapy of self-awareness
Therapy of celebration
Celebration of spoken words
Celebration of written words
Words like treasures
Words like flowers
Flowers of magic
Flowers of moods
Moods to relay
Moods to wander
Wander not aimlessly
Wander to ponder
Ponder hindrances
Ponder existence
Existence of whispers
Existence of universal truths
Truths to craft in form
Truths to craft freely
Freely speaking our hearts
Freely reading one another
Another day passed
Another poem written
Written in quiet
Written in embrace
Embrace our new friends
Embrace our sure future
Future of hope
Future of #verselove
#Verselove sustains
#Verselove restores
Restores
Sustains
And may I just add this poem I wrote earlier in the month. I still overuse my favorite superlatives, but your poems have touched me. I thank you for being a force in my growth this month. Many blessings to you all!
An Ode to #Verselove Poets
Wow!
Powerful!
Beautiful!
Lovely!
To my friends:
When I write these words it doesn’t mean
I don’t love your poems,
that I’m not truly touched.
I am.
To myself:
But come on, Denise,
that’s all you write.
You are 62 years old.
Learn some precise language
for speaking about what you mean.
How about using a thesaurus?
Try…
striking
compelling
convincing
aced spelling
revealing
healing
appealing
got me dealing with my own feelings
reflecting
connecting
respecting
collecting
wisdom from you, my mentors
exposing
imposing
disclosing
composing that closing
With your words
my soul you’re jabbing
my heart you’re stabbing
my mind you’re grabbing
my eyes I’m dabbing
Your poems are cathartic
for the arctic
sea in me
reminding me of open wounds
yet to be restored when
given your remedy
Denise,
This blitz hits on everything . . .
my favorite is “freely speaking our hearts.”
I appreciate the time you took to off positive comments to my poems.
Denise,
I’m so happy you chose a blitz poem to share. I love how we can pour our brokenness into poetry and how your poem honors #verselove. This community does sustain and restore. Thank you for being here every day this April. I hope you’re back in May.
—Glenda
Yay for blitz form! My favorite lines are: “written in quiet / written in embrace.” We all wrote alone from our homes, but somehow embracing each other along the way. I also love your second poem! Wow, the last stanza – the image of poetry healing the arctic sea in our souls is amazing. Thank you for sharing!!
Denise, both of these poems are so fabulous! The first words of the lines of the blitz poem are all so powerful and poignant on their own – writing, tears, brokenness, moods, another, ponder….I’m just highlighting a few, but thinking how they, in and of themselves, speak to the beauty of this 30 Days of writing. This was my first time participating…it was so special. Thank you for your poetry – always a treasure to read! “my eyes I’m dabbing”
The Last Day-April 30, 2020
Today, is the last day.
I still have so much more to say.
This experience has sparked my creative side;
Something so long ignored I thought it had died.
But, thanks to an invitation from my friend, Anna
I have enjoyed meditating, writing, reading and a
Lot of soul searching in the process of this time well spent;
Reading and getting to know others who have sent
In their poems and proses and anecdotes
From which for the future I will surely take notes
It’s been challenging and it’s been fun
I will continue to write until my masterpiece is done.
If, I don’t end this poem right now I think I’m going to cry,
So, “Adieu”, “Adios”, “Auf Wiedersehen”, “Goodbye”!
Donna,
Thank you for your sweet poem. I look forward to seeing you in the middle of May for more snippets of your masterpiece. It really was difficult for me to get to the end of #verselove and poetry month. It was my first time writing a poem a day. I have never written so many poems! I’m glad you stopped ignoring your creative side this month! Welcome back.
I was drawn to your use of rhythm and rhyming here in places–like Anna / and a. And it was effective where you did spent / sent and went to a new stanza. Just an aside, that I thought was nice today.
~Denise
Thanks so much! It has been fun but challenging! I didn’t sign up for the middle of May, this time, but will consider it next time. Good luck on your endeavors. I’m sure that masterpiece will come out, eventually. ?
“Poetry Month”
I’ve always wondered:
Who decides what days and months are?
Not, like,
24 hours or
somewhere between 28 and 31 days
(although that is mind-boggling
when you really think about it, right).
Independence Day:
the day a bunch of white dudes
signed a document
and now we celebrate
their unmitigated freedom.
Pi(e) day:
π=3.14
3.14=March 14
See–it’s math!
March is women’s month
because, get this,
women marched on a day in March
in 1857. Love some wordplay.
So, maybe that’s why it’s April?
We spend March revelling in the
unexpected joys that words generate,
and we want to spend thirty more doing the same.
Or, maybe it’s because a common lesson in rhyme
touts April’s nourishment
that leads to May’s prosperity.
If we stretch that writing muscle,
we’ll be spoiled with riches!
Or, as a quick Google search just informed me,
Having spent two months celebrating
the voices that need to be heard
(and for so long haven’t),
what better way to spend April
than a celebration of
humanity?
Laura, What a fun poem. The images, word play, and connections to the various months and moments we celebrate lead so cleverly to your final question! I agree, writing poetry this month has been a celebration of humanity! What an “unexpected joy” I found while reading your poem! Thank you!
Laura, what wonderful thoughts! Oh, my goodness. I love so many questions you open up. One that had me laughing, out of frustration and knowing, was the reference to Independence Day. “Now we celebrate / their unmitigated freedom” So powerful.
And yes, having spent giving February a token nod to black voices and March to women’s, we need some healing that comes from poetry. However, as you mention, who decides which month will do for each voice? More importantly, who decided that one month was enough? How about if we listen to those voices year-round?
I love the end of your poem! #verselove has been a “celebration of humanity,” at a time where we needed it most! Thank you!!
Laura,
I’ve often wondered about the seeming randomness of designated months for this and that, too, but what I love most about your poem is the smack down of “white dudes…and now we celebrate their unmitigated freedom.” That sure is the truth. Glad I circled back around this morning and found your poem. Thank you.
—Glenda
This is a fantastic look at naming and meaning. I love the way you describe this as “a celebration of humanity” because it certainly feels that way reading all of these wonderful poems.
Thankful
I wasn’t sure how I felt about this at first
I’ve honestly never been big on poetry
But I saw an opportunity to improve
During a point in history like this one,
I saw a chance to do something
And challenge myself
To stay on top of something
At least one thing
That keeps me out of the dark
I’ve found a lot of solidarity in putting your mind to something
When there aren’t a lot of reasons to
At the moment
And I’m thankful for that
Paige, I love your direct and honest voice throughout this poem. The challenge, and keeping on top of something is so relatable. I especially connected to “that keeps me out of the dark.” Lovely voice and poem. The end is sublime! Thank you!
Dear Paige,
Thank you for your heartfelt poem. I can relate so much to your thoughts here:
I’m glad it helped sustain you. I am very thankful for this #verselove community too, and how they welcomed newcomers with open arms.
~Denise
Paige,
Poetry does keep us out of the dark. It’s the one genre I’ve been able to focus on during the pandemic. I think poetry grows on us the more we read it. Too many people want to assign a specific meaning to a poem. As Billy Collins says, “they want to tie the poem to a chair to find out what it really means” when it’s do much better to let the poem wash over us and just absorb its essence. I’m glad you found light through poetry this month.
—Glenda
I did not find out about the Ethical ELA writing group until last June when the 5-day challenges began. I am walking like William Stafford now, after churning out something poemesque for 30 days straight! I’ve loved writing with all of you this month! I’ll sign off with a sonnet!
From April one to thirty, close of day
I wrote a verse according to the plan.
“Just do the verb to be the noun,” they say–
I think, I think, I think, I think I can.
The Little Engine could, and so could I.
With fuel of gentle comments for my words
My willingness to share was magnified.
I chugged and chugged because my thoughts were heard.
How can I recreate what happened here?
How can this vision turn into a plan?
How can I help my students face their fear?
My LIttle Engine chugs: “I think I can.”
I think, I think, I think, therefore I am.
This Little Engline celebrates: iamb.
Allison, your sonnet is perfection! I love the references to the little engine…your last line is truly divine! I can certainly connect and relate to “with fuel of gentle comments for my words”. I’ve enjoyed spending this month writing and reading your work. It’s been such a joy! Thanks!
Allison,
Fate must have drawn me to your sonnet so I could relive my love of “The Little Engine That Could” and discover that clever play on “iamb” at the end. Love the playful tone of this poem. I’m confident you’re already growing your students into poetry lovers. See you in May.
—Glenda
Wow! Iamb you did and are! I love how you are thinking of your students throughout this and how to transfer your learning to your students, “fuel of gentle comments” and how that translated to your willingness to share. Isn’t that the truth? This has been such a gift, and your poems were a big part of the gift I looked forward to unwrapping at the close of each Iowa day. Thank you, Allison.
Allison,
You sure nailed the sonnet here. And that rhyming couplet . . . clever and perfect!
My heart always perked when i would see a comment from you because I truly value your feedback.
Allison,
This is so fantastic! Now, I’m wishing I had tackled a sonnet last month (although, I often visit this form at some point during the school year, so I may have prickled at the though–but yours is inspiring!). I love, love, love your final word: we are poetry, poetry is us. Beautiful. Thank you!
Done
Today
Poetry
The Last Poem
Composing Was Hard
Daily Was More Brutal
I Am So Glad I Wrote Verse
I Proved To Myself I Can Write
Meaningful Lines and Eloquent Words
Poetry Didn’t Get The Best Of Me
Congratulations! You and I are both late-night poets.! “Daily was more brutal” is a great line. It reinforces for me the challenge of self-discipline.
Donnetta,
I love seeing an Etheree from you on this last day. It takes me back to Day 3 when I shared this form. Seeing folks return to a form feels validating. I love how this form builds from line to line the way writing poems daily builds a writing habit. Thank you.
—Glenda
I like this Etheree form, and look forward to using it with my students. It brings out new twists and vocabulary that we may not otherwise have used, doesn’t it? You did prove to yourself you can write “meaningful lines and eloquent words.” The last line is apropos for me too. I came into the month with trepidation, but I’m leaving with joy and triumph. 😉 Thanks, Donnetta!
~Denise
a month of writing poetry
I spent the month of April writing poetry
one a day, everyday a commitment fulfilled in a time of uncertainty
I sat down and committed words to the page
a time when it feels that little has been done
we have been patient
we had years to know the numbers of dead from Vietnam
we have had days to know greater numbers of dead from this virus
Jamie,
Thank you so much for your poetry this month, and particularly for this poem tonight. This line hit me hard: “every day a commitment fulfilled in a time of uncertainty
I sat down and committed words to the page”
After participating monthly in the 5-day challenge since last June, I was geared up for the 30-day April challenge. But who KNEW it would bring us together in such a surreal time of uncertainty and fear? Your poem helped me feel this question tonight.
Thank you also for the juxtaposition of Viet Nam and Covid. See you in May!
Jamie,
The first part of your poem reads like a congratulatory note, and I love its validation. The shift from nothing being done to the number of dead has haunted me, too. I posted those stats on my FB page yesterday. Yet the number seems not to resonate w/ many. I was in high school when the Vietnam war ended. I grew up thinking about it, seeing the caskets, watching young men go off to war. Anyway, I’m thinking about the feeling “that little has been done” juxtaposed w/ so many lost. Thank you.
—Glenda
Jamie,
Your poem speaks loudly about the thoughts and concerns of your heart and the soul of our nation this month. Thank you for sharing your uncertainty and concerns. In the midst, you “sat down and committed words to the page.” That was a coping device that many of us used this month, and it was healing and offered some peace and solace. Thank you for sharing your heart.
~Denise
Yes, #verselove has been a commitment fulfilled, a healing mechanism, something that gave me a feeling of accomplishment each day this month. Thanks for putting that feeling into words!
I like your line “a time when it feels that little has been done/we have been patient.” It’s a nice link between the progress, commitment, and work we’ve put in as writers and teachers and the lack of progress, commitment, and work our government has put in. The line confronts me with a challenge I run into daily: is it okay for me to celebrate my accomplishments (no matter how small or large) when we’re in the midst of a pandemic? Of course, the answer is yes–but it’s not a comfortable “yes.”
Pushing a stroller
In the aftermath of a rainy day
Paints a little portrait of the zeitgeist
The runners who
Curve onto the road
Keeping six feet distance
The angry bald man
With a mask hanging round his neck
(And black knee socks reaching to his shorts)
Yelling at a barking dog through somebody’s window
The park so beautiful and green
Dotted yellow with dandelions
Kids rapping while riding bikes
Making weird eye contact through windshields
Expressions masked
And we walk the loop round the perimeter
And there’s an old man smoking and eating a sandwich
There are people walking dogs
Couples holding hands
Before you know it, there’s actually some blue in the sky
Like Bob Ross just changed his mind about something
I watch Clem stretching in the stroller
It’s actually getting hot
I take off his hat
And push the stroller home
Alex, I just entered your experience powerfully through your words. This was wonderful.
First I had to look up “zeitgeist” and then realized why you had chosen this perfect word.
I love how you use “curve” as a verb.
“Expressions masked” was a striking play on words/reality.
I LOVED “Bob Ross changing his mind…”
and the image of Clem stretching in his stroller.
I was deep in every line of your poem. Thank you.
Alex,
I have an image of the stroller w/ little Clem in my mind. It’s a lovely image. “We Walk the loop” juxtaposed w/ the stroller image gives a circularity that’s satisfying as we see the sky imagery. This is my favorite part: “
Before you know it, there’s actually some blue in the sky
Like Bob Ross just changed his mind about something”
I love the word “zeitgeist,” too, and you capture thus time in these lovely images. Thank you.
—Glenda
Alex, such a beautiful poem, a snapshot of our times. I didn’t know what it was or how to use “zeitgeist” before, but here is a lovely example. And we are certainly in a chapter where the images in your poem show us the spirit of our times. Wow, just wow. While you pushed the stroller, you took mental notes, filled with detail, about what you were seeing and it paints a picture for us. Love the Bob Ross changing his mind image. It made me have to think twice, and then smile.
~Denise
I love the movement of this poem and “Like Bob Ross just changed his mind about something” – great imagery in this.
Alex,
I like how you’ve infused this everyday moment with glimmers of our current situation. I also like thinking that you (and hopefully all of us) are just living in a Bob Ross painting–so maybe happy little accidents.
Thank you, Sarah! I’ve enjoyed this forum and how it creates a creative quilt from so many wonderful minds.
My mama taught me the power of the thank you note, and I wish I could compose one that truly captures my appreciation and gratitude for this month, this space, this group. To Sarah: thank you for the invitation and the space to read, write, and talk about poetry. To the #verselove community: thank you for sharing your poems, sharing your observations, sharing your lives. My mama also taught me to love words; I believe in their power and their magic. Thank you for your words.
–Betsy
I wish I could remember who deserves the credit for this phrase I scribble in my journal, but I cannot. When I went back through to check for stolen words, this popped out at me. So, thank you to the originator of…
Filthy Grabbers
They can be found everywhere,
those filthy grabbers.
Stealing our satisfaction
Robbing our respect
Burgling our backbone.
They come from within,
Those filthy grabbers,
Wriggling up through whorls of knowledge
and years of experience to
hijack our happiness
and corrupt our confidence.
How do we fight
Those filthy grabbers?
We rise up from within,
pushing past our shoulds,
damping down our doubts
Overcoming those who have said we can’t
or that we shouldn’t.
Open the windows and let the sunlight stream in.
The breeze will blow away our hesitations.
Fresh air will dissolve our diffidence.
The world will see us for what we are and
what we are capable of
when we let our light shine.
And the filthy grabbers will shrivel
in the face of what we we know we are worth.
Gayle, I love the power of your poem. I especially love the line “Fresh air will dissolve our diffidence.” The wonderful message of letting our light shine is so inspiring. and empowering Yes, we need to “shrivel’ those “filthy grabbers.” I want you to know that I have truly appreciated reading your poetry this month. The comment you shared with me when I wrote about my son resides in my heart. Thank you for sharing your understanding and being so compassionate. Until our virtual words meet again, I hope you will encounter many blessings and not too many “filthy grabbers.”
Gayle — This is an anthem! I love the word “whorls” that follows the word whorls of alliteration in the previous stanza, and the shift that you offer readers with that rhetorical question leads us into your promise to not just observe or criticize but to offer advise, agency, steps to “shirvel” the filthy grabbers and celebrate our worth. Love this. Thank you so much for being with us this month, for your generosity, passion, and honest perspective.
Sarah
I am so sad that the month is over. See you on the 16th!
Gayle, I have so enjoyed your poems this month! I love the idea of “filthy grabbers,” and your very strong, assertive retort “We rise up from within,/pushing past our shoulds,/damping down our doubts.” This is the resilience we want to impart to our students! Thank you for this. I am already missing our writing together!
Gayle,
WOW! This poem is truth. And I love the smack down of “filthy grabbers.” Thank you.
—Glenda
Gayle,
Thank you for this. Yes, may all the filthy grabbing be shriveled up! I love how you introduced what filthy grabbers are in the first stanza, so it was clear. Your use of alliteration here is so powerful:
Thank you!
~Denise
Inspiration: The Conditional by Ada Limón
(the last stanza in italics are her words)
https://poets.org/poem/conditional
Say we never leave our house again
Say we continue to mask and sanitize and worry
Say we plan our shopping trips like conquering generals
Say the tightness in my chest isn’t panic
but a respiratory infection
Say the dining room table remains my office,
no longer a place for
full plates and
empty glasses
and shared stories
Say we keep making bread and slow-simmered sauce
Say we take afternoon walks and drinks on the porch
Say we sleep in and take naps and stay up too late
Say we never move to Birmingham,
never fix your family’s house
Say we forget our dreams of new lives
of old neighborhoods turned hip
of Venezuelan food trucks or Indian kabobs
of day drinking in Avondale
of winter mornings at the bookstore
Say we never meet our niece
Say we collect and share our milestones on Zoom and Facebook
Say we delay taking your dad to Greece (for yet another year)
Say we never watch a movie in a dark theater,
never watch a play or concert or comedy show
Say we never go back to the beach,
white sand and salt waves and sweaty beer cans gone
Say we watch the world end from our couch, from the end of our bed
not with a bang but with a whimper
Say we never buy a house, never root this nomadic half-life
Say we never have kids, never adopt or foster
Say we spend the next decade and the next one after that, just us
Say, It doesn’t matter. Say, That would be
enough. Say you’d still want this: us alive,
right here, feeling lucky.
Besty,
This pattern is so powerful, so welcoming of our imagination. It reminds of why science fiction is so important because the genre invites and allows the worst scenarios and then leaves it to humanity to figure out, because we created it and/or because we have the capacity to endure, overcome, make better.
Hugs,
Sarah
Betsy, Wow! I love your poem. I feel so conflicted by the sense of loss and yet of the love that pours out of this poem. All of the details shared about what may never occur again is striking. I especially connected to the line “of winter mornings at the bookstore” as it sounds so inviting and I miss the bookstores. I could also totally relate to your opening lines as I often fear that my runny nose might be something more; or that it’s more than anxiety that makes my throat feel like something is coming on. Thanks for sharing your mentor’s poem. The end is truly powerful and perfect for the details of your poem. I hope you are able to do all of these things in the very near future. In the meantime, Stay safe!
Oh, Betsy! You carried me through all the say-we’s and dumped me unceremoniously in that beautiful last stanza!!! I think that it will be enough for you…
Betsy,
Wowza! I love everything about your poem, the repetition of “say,” the reminders of all that has changed, the way you make me think about what if none of this isolation changes. I love the line from “The Hollow Men” and used it in a poem a few days ago. So glad I decided to circle back around before allowing this final day in April to end. Thank you.
—Glenda
Oh, Betsy, I would just say this is a beautiful sign of the times love poem. Say it isn’t so that April is finished and we won’t get to read poems like this daily? This was an amazing prompt for you, one that I will try myself.
This poem is chock-full of sweet descriptions of your life at this time, a beautiful historical document because yes, you two will be enough. It is hard to choose my favorite lines. “Say we forget our dreams of new lives / of old neighborhoods turned hip” and “Say we never go back to the beach, / white sand and salt waves and sweaty beer cans gone” — they are all beautiful! I’ve read your poem three times already.
~Denise
Wow, your poem was so powerful!! “Say we plan our shopping trips like conquering generals” made me laugh – I feel like this every time I go to the store! And “Say we watch the world end from our couch, from the end of our bed / not with a bang but with a whimper” gave me chills. Thank you for sharing!
Dear Poetry- Writing Friends,
Wow! This has been an incredible journey. I have laughed. I have cried. I have been moved to my core through all of your authentic voices. It has been such a blessing to find so many teachers who share a common love and passion for poetry and writing. I hope to continue in this community and on this journey with you. Your students are lucky to have you! Thank you!
Only the Beginning
Writing poetry with you
is even more thrilling
than opening
a new ribbon bedazzled gift each day,
more satisfying
than savoring decadent
chocolate cake,
layered with buttercream
frosting,
more therapeutic than
spritzing the room
in lavender spray
and dancing through the mist
because we have connected in this
space,
because we have shared our solitude
and isolation
together,
our joys and pain
through rhythm and rhyme
our syncopated lives have found
a common beat
because this is only the beginning …
which is why I’m telling you
thank you
for sharing the music
of your words,
thank you for
your poetry
Tammi,
I appreciated the metaphors you used throughout the piece about how writing means to you such as “more satisfying than savoring decadent chocolate cake, layered with buttercream frosting.” This tells me that you really love to write. While chocolate cake, opening presents and lavender spray are nice they are only an temporary feeling. Writing is permanent on how it makes an impact on you and others. I’m glad you had fun this month with writing. I know I did.
Thanks for sharing!
Oh, Tammi! I love all the comparisons in the beginning — apt and precious! And then you shift to reasons with the repetition of “because” in your observations of what this space has been to you, what you’ve noticed over time. And then, music. Yes, music! We have quite a melody and harmony happening here, and we even welcome dissonance because that is a sign of growth. Thank you for being a part of #verselove and for all your enthusiasm and support.
Peace,
Sarah
Tammi, your poem is so lovely and such a sweet celebration of the writing that has occurred this month. I love the image of you spritzing lavender spray and dancing through its mist. The music connection is also awesome! Your ending shares exactly how I feel! Thank you!
Oh, what a clever way to use the having a Coke with you prompt with Kim. It made me want to keep reading it over and over. I loved all the images your compare the writing and reading with–a gift, chocolate cake, and dancing in lavender spritzer. This is beautiful–“our syncopated lives have found / a common beat”
Thank you, Tammi, for the “music of your words” too. This is very lovely!
~Denise
My heart is filled with gratitude. You have no idea the impact this experience has had on me. Thank you, thank, you, and thank you. I am grateful for being part of such a great group of people.
30 Days
Was it fate? Divine intervention?
The universe rescuing me?
A coincidence?
How did I find it?
I cannot remember.
Did I click on a link?
Was it an email?
Almost meaningless,
Almost forgotten,
Almost tossed aside.
Too much to do.
Who has the time?
And then it happens.
I start writing- sharing my soul.
I start reading- your words penetrate my soul.
I start belonging – you embrace me.
Slowly, I feel a change.
I feel lighter,
happier,
peaceful,
inspired,
loved,
connected,
refreshed.
I look back
No, I did not find it.
It found me.
Monica,
I loved how your journey grew as a writer. When you described the emotions you were feeling, I couldn’t help but smile with you. I’m so glad you found this website of people who are truly understanding of your words. It’s definitely a refreshing change from the world right now.
Thank you for sharing!
Oh, Monica, I am so glad we found you! All the words standing alone on those lines here are like stepping stones toward this space. I am glad it has “lightened” that we maybe have carried some weight so that you can feel that change. We are all inspired and loved by your words and responses throughout the month.
Hugs,
Sarah
Monica, what a wonderfully delightful poem. I love how you share the questions about how you started writing here, and then how it impacted you. Your word choice is so spot on. I have truly not only felt inspired, but also loved and connected. The end is particularly delightful. This month has surely felt like serendipity. I will miss reading your wonderful work! I am so glad this place found you!
Monica—my feelings, exactly! And aren’t we lucky that we were found!!?? I look forward to seeing more of your lovely words.
Oh, Monica, tears are flowing now. I can relate to this sooo much. It was almost the same for me, though I do remember where I heard–in a comment thread I was involved in with Glenda and Maureen on a Slice of Life post on March 31. It would have been easy to ignore the nudge, but like you say:
Now, like you, I too feel “lighter, happier, peaceful, inspired, loved, connected, refreshed.” Thank you for writing for me today, as well. See you in May because it has found us and won’t be letting go.
~Denise
Greetings Sarah and to all of the wonderful readers who have touched my life so deeply during this past month of writing poetry. I can never be able to say how much your words have meant to me. I feel so blessed to have been able to read your poetry; what an enriching experience! I will miss returning to this site to read your work, to respond, and to see what others have said to me. Today, I keep thinking of Stevie Smith’s poem “Not Waving, but Drowning.” I feel that it somehow symbolizes my life right now. Anyway, I tried to write a poem today that reflects some of these feelings about the Verse Love experience. Virtual hugs to all!
A Healing Voice Says, “Goodbye”
March madness is
A maelstrom of grief
Churning turbulent and toxic
As a terrible beast that
Rises rapidly as
A river untamed
Drowning a quavering voice
Struggling to survive
April is Allison’s invite
Storms subside; offering
Double rainbows glittering with sunlight
A communion of words ignite
Bless; tenderly touch
Open wounds–receiving
Absolution, forgiveness, acceptance,
A vital life-line of connection
This healing voice says, “Goodbye.”
Barb Edler
April 30th, 2020
Barb,
These first lines are so powerful though ominous:
A maelstrom of grief
Churning turbulent and toxic
As a terrible beast t
And then you bring us to rainbows, “glittering with sunlight” — Allison is so good to have invited you here to allow this community to be that “vital life-line of connection” and for you to help us with your “tender touch” and acceptance of the diverse voices in this space.
Gratitude,
Sarah
But not goodbye—farewell. We will be back together next month for a new communion of words.
Barb,
I love the way “Not Waving but Drowning” has inspired you. It’s one of my favorite poems. You’ve constructed so many tight nature images, and I love the hopeful tone of the second verse. I’ll be looking for you in May. Peace and thank you.
—Glenda
One – Hanging by a delicate thread – Barbara Edler
Two – Soar and find your happiness – Monica Schwafaty
Three – Tidal waves swallowing me – Stacey Joy
Four – Light glinting off the three piano keyboards – Denise Krebs
Five – Silence is all that I can take. – Jessica Garrison
Six – Curvacious and zaftig, oh how you glow! -Anna Roseboro
Seven – A love of learning unites us all. – Lauryl Bennington
Eight – Paw high five – Kim Johnson
Nine – He doesn’t mind at all the salty tears on his soft black fur – Emily Yamasaki
Ten – Body sway, lash flicker, smirk, smile – Sarah Donovan
Eleven – Our country has been corrupted by a virus – Melissa Bradley
Twelve – The fireplace mantle plays host to an exhibition – Jennifer Sykes
Thirteen – I wanted to keep her in the tangible world – Rachel Stephens
Fourteen – A scissor artist head canvas exults – Glenda Funk
Fifteen – Forever is a prison out of which no one escapes. – Ann M.
Sixteen – There were Canadians dancing! – Andy Schoenborn
Seventeen – Ignore that email from Bandsintown, nobody’s coming. – Shaun
Eighteen – They are focusing inward on minutia – Mo Daley
Nineteen – Web of sugar touching every kitchen surface – Jamie
Twenty – baptism in a cha milk tea river – Angie
Twenty-one – I still give thanks. I always do. – Swaney
Twenty-two – Enjoy those tits, They won’t perk like that forever. – Allison Berryhill
Twenty-three – If it was a good day, transfer a jelly bean over to The Good Jar – Susan Ahlbrand
Twenty-four – Bubbling of bacteria – Stefani B
Twenty-five – Laughing is a crescendo, a resurrection – Alex Berkley
Twenty-six – The same images do not grow weary of me noticing. – Margaret Simon
Twenty-seven – Oh, I have friends, father-ish figures, teacher-husbands, work-sons. – Gayle Sands
Twenty-eight – In all of my loss, I also found freedom – Naydeen Trujillo
Twenty-nine – Wonder if I’m a fraud – Seana
Thirty – I am so grateful for this experience. – Alexa Z.
Katrina- this is amazing! I love how you have really taken time to read the poems and savor the lines that really meant something to you! I want to try something like this with my students- when I see them next. Thank you!
Oh my goodnesssssss! Look at this! I can’t believe the time, effort, and clearly focused thinking this must have required. It’s absolutely amazing. Although they’re each unique to the poet, it makes new meaning when brought together as one for 30! Totally flabbergasted and in awe!
Standing ovation over here in Cali for you!
Katrina, I love your poem. I am so inspired to write a found poem after reading yours and Stacey Joy’s today. I really love found poetry, but today was one of those days…just could not find time to dig into the other poetry, but I am sure to do this. Your clever connections are so rich here! I am much impressed! Thank you so much for sharing this thoughtfully created poem!
Katrina,
what you did is beautiful, we are all connected because we are writers and people. I love how you took lines from other poems, it lets us know that we are heard and we impact others. My favorite line was ALL of them! Thank you!
Oh,Katrina! How lovely that you honor each of us with a line and our names from each day. This is an amazing example of mining poetry, of finding lines that resonate, of finding threads that connect. My junior high students did this last year, and their classmates were deeply moved by the lines that their classmates chose, which speaks to relationships and also the personal way that lines resonate with readers. We see what has struck you, and that its everything. To know that these people have impacted you in this way is so moving, and I thank you deeply for your craft in quilting this poem for our celebration today.
Sarah
This is so cool! And cool is too weak a word… I am flabbergasted at your focus and the way you put them together!!!! What an exit!
Katrina,
This is a lovely tribute to so many poets. I saw my line and had to take a moment to recall the poem. LOL! Thank you.
—Glenda
Katrina, this was some work and reminiscing you did as you gathered these lines from poems over the past month. I’m surprised how many memories rose to the surface when I re-read these lines. It took me a bit to realize they actually came from the date in the numbered list. Thank you for your lovely tribute to the #Verselove community.
~Denise
This is incredible. Wow! So thoughtful, so celebratory. I love how you stitched so many together. What a work of love.
Great idea! I love how each poem is represented and seem to work together in this list.
This has been a great month. Thanks to all of you who have made it so successful. Sarah mentioned secret teacher writers in her video. That stayed with me all day.
I was secretly
Writing, now I am sharing
Nonstop like A. Ham
Mo, In just three lines, you summed up what this experience has meant to so many of us.
Hi Mo,
I agree with Monica. You really nailed it with 3 lines. Bravo! Let’s get ready to be A. Ham in May!
Yep. That’s all she wrote.
Mo,
I live “secretly writing.” I did some of that, too. ❤️
—Glenda
Mo, what a fun sweet haiku. It’s even more hilarious as A. Ham. For all the secret writers out there, hopefully they will find their way here next time. I loved reading your poems this month.
~Denise
[NOTE: In caring, inspired, determined images, the young and seasoned writers of April 2020 became a collective voice of strength. When I look to this community, I am assured that the children entrusted to each of these writers will be made better because of what happened here in these 30 days of connection, artistry, poetic guidance, and friendship. From the plains to Bahrain from coast to coast, we are all better because of this experience. That Sarah shared her wisdom in connecting ELA educators in this platform has been a gift, and I am grateful for her leadership and for the open, honest, kind words of every single one of you. Thank you, Susie]
The Teacher Writers of 2020
Unparalleled crisis,
Bahrain to Bangladesh,
L.A. to OK to Buffalo and Idaho,
dragons at the door,
gnawing yellow teeth of obligations,
old demons chewing at their already bleeding heels,
the teachers, the writers
faced the day,
every day,
took up their sabers
and penned through the trenches,
whispered in the ears that wanted their words,
felt their artistry,
found friends,
embraced leadership in others,
in themselves,
through words,
crafted in images
that mattered,
and paid it forward
for tomorrow’s children.
My sincere thanks, Susie Morice©
Well, Susie, you’ve perfectly captured how I feel today. Those already bleeding heels- yes! I love how you’ve shown that writing can be our saving grace. Thank you!
Bravo! I love the feel of the hero in this. I too have been so incredibly impressed with the young writers in our group. I love how this space doesn’t rank by age or any other factor…just words and writing. I’ve learned lots from you including kindness. Thank you.
Susie, the imagery throughout your poem is dynamic, but your end is what says it all. I especially enjoyed “took up their sabers/and penned through the trenches”…such a great contrast to “whispered in the ears that wanted their words.” Thank you for sharing your masterful poetry throughout this month! I will miss your artistry and your thoughtful and fun commentary.
Hi Susie,
WOW doesn’t this make me and all the rest of us feel our real SUPER POWERS:
“took up their sabers
and penned through the trenches…”
I can do anything if I keep that in my heart! Love it.
Your poem pays so much honor and respect to our STRUGGLES and that’s what empowers! Thank you, Susie, my strangerfriend (borrowed from Susan)!! ?
Susie! Wowza, my heart is beating, my eyes are tearing. The first image of dragons —
And that metaphor aptly captures these times. Another year, the dragons may have been state testing and spring fever. And while we may have begun this month is sabers and in the trenches in fight or flight, this has helped us to settle nerves and respond rather than react:
Because it all “mattered,” right? And we all did our part to “whisper in the ears” that we wanted words. We wanted to read and bear witness to one another’s lives and dreams in this way. Right?
Yes. Yes.
Hugs,
Sarah
Susie,
I love being a fiery dragon wielding words, who “plowed through trenches.” I love the visual of us all
“at the door,
gnawing yellow teeth of obligations,
old demons chewing at their already bleeding heels,
the teachers, the writers
faced the day,”
Id follow you into “word war” any time. I loved your prompt and the writing it forced me to plow through. It was cathartic. Thank you for the shove that pushed me to my pen. Thank you for generous comments that make my head swell. I can’t wait to see and meet you in Denver. Your words and presence are a gift I cherish. I live our likemindedness in so many things. ❤️
—Glenda
Oh Susie, these words are ‘sabering’ my heart, in a good way, today. The “old demons chewing at their already bleeding heels” what a powerful image and it reminded me of those times that I couldn’t be here, but longed to be here and came at midnight or 3:00 a.m. to “take up my saber and pen through the trenches.” I love that you say we are paying it forward for tomorrow’s children. What a wonderful thought. This is truly a gift to me today. Thank you so very much.
~Denise
Sarah,
Thank you so much for creating this space. It was great to see you/hear you in the video message I had the same feeling as I did when I finally Zoomed with my classes today.
I suspect I will fill the void the next few weeks by revisiting this post and using the variety of options you share. I want to dig back into many of the daily inspirations and reading other’s work more closely and finding even more inspiration.
Here is today’s effort thrown together in the midst of grading/planning/Zooming. It comes from a heart full of gratitude.
Stangerfriends
Alone in a full house
Still in a chaotic day
Haunted by the tickle of thought . . .
I become inspired by
a challenge
a mentor
an inspiration
by a strangerfriend
I put aside the needy students
I steal attention away from a house full of kids
I ignore my husband of 25 years
to prod my brain, my heart, my memories
for a creation in response.
Oddly, I open up to a room of strangers
sharing thoughts and feelings
that I wouldn’t share here in the home
where I am sheltered in place.
I am awed by the vulnerability others show
the raw sharing of abuse
the honest telling of fears
the open storytelling
the beautiful describing
with strangerfriends
I’ve often been skeptical of stories
of people finding “friends” online . . .
gaming, discussion boards, tinder.
Not anymore.
The safe culture
cultivating creativity and sharing
the honest, positive, specific feedback
affirming
encouraging
complimenting
from strangerfriends
in these uncertain times
full of anxiety and instability
void of connection and activity
the one constant has been
#verselove.
bringing comfort and wisdom
and inspiration and confidence
this room has been
cozier than being huddled up
under a fuzzy blanket on a couch.
I will forever be grateful
for the Godsend
of strangerfriends.
30 April 2020
Susan – You’ve said this in such a lovely poem. I echo the sense of how remarkable this is and at this particular time of strangeness. Your insight that this has been a sort of healing “constant” amidst all the other stuff — even in your “house full of kids” — this constant has affected me in this way as well. I’m so glad that we’ve shared these 30 days! Thank you, Susie
Susan, this is just perfect! I love your idea of strangerfriends. I know that many of us have the feelings that you have so eloquently shared here. You made me smile because just the other day I was thinking about online friends and how this group has turned out to be so wonderful. Lovely!
Hey, there, Strangerfriend! I love that term. What really spoke to me is the transition from skepticism to the connection of #verselove that you describe. I love the image that this space is cozier than being huddled up under a blanket. You’ve really captured our experience here. I’ve enjoyed reading your poetry and moving from stranger to friend this month.
Susan, that word, strangerfriends. It’s perfect. Isn’t it amazing how much we can get from people we don’t really know. I’ve so enjoyed your writing. I look forward to future writing prompts with you. I have gained comfort, wisdom and connection from so much of what you’ve shared. Thank YOU!
You so aptly express what I think many of us feel. Thank you. I too will “forever be grateful for the Godsend of strangerfriends.”
Yes, This! It is so amazing how words truly can connect us. I felt this “Haunted by the tickle of thought . . .I become inspired by/a challenge/a mentor/an inspiration” and especially this “by a strangerfriend”
I hope we will all continue to be “strangerfriends”
Susan,
This is a lovely poem. I love the word “strangerfriends” because it capture what I think is necessary in poets, to see the world in “stranger” ways and capture its uniqueness in words. Don’t worrying about your husband. He’ll get accustomed to being ignored. That’s what being married to an English teacher means. We choose words. My favorite part of your poem is
“I am awed by the vulnerability others show
the raw sharing of abuse
the honest telling of fears
the open storytelling
the beautiful describing.”
The openness of those here often inspires me and pushes me to take risks in my writing. Hugs and peace to you. Thank you. ❤️
—Glenda
Hi Susan,
It’s been a treat to be with you this month! I love the opening lines…
Alone in a full house
Still in a chaotic day
(I almost didn’t want to finish because I wanted to sit with that for a bit!)
The whole poem speaks to the value of this community! The title “Strangerfriends” couldn’t be any more accurate.
My heart held on to this:
this room has been
cozier than being huddled up
under a fuzzy blanket on a couch.
Beautiful! Have a wonderful evening and we will see each other again in May!
Oh, Susan! Thank you for your generosity in hosting #verselove and for being so present throughout the month. This part really captures how I am feeling today…
I do feel like this comment thread each day is a “room” that we are all gathering in to huddle up and blanket one another with safety, comfort as each person says whatever they need to , however they need to.
Peace,
Sarah
Strangerfriends. Another word for my collection.
“ Oddly, I open up to a room of strangers
sharing thoughts and feelings
that I wouldn’t share here in the home
where I am sheltered in place.”
I have thought the same as I just throw all my thoughts out there. Sheltering in place—and what a wonderful place this is!
Susan, yes to new strangerfriends. So true for me too that I am opening up and sharing in a way that my own husband doesn’t know me. Although, we have read more poetry together this month (mine and #verselove strangerfriends’) in all our previous 36 years of marriage! “Bringing comfort and wisdom / and inspiration and confidence” check, check, check and check.
This I guess was the truest of all for me…
Thank you so much, Susan.
~Denise
Thank you to everyone who was involved in this, it has been an amazing month reading all of your poems! It has truly let me know that I am not alone. I wish you all the best!
A prompt that I liked was the dream prompt, mainly because I remember a lot of my dreams. So here goes my piece.
They always start the same
A slow little drift into a game
and I can feel myself getting trapped
and let me say its hard to dream when you deal with that.
Then I can’t breathe. or move. or speak
or I can tell I’m getting dragged in deep
I always try to turn on a light,
but it doesn’t matter because I can’t fight
Suddenly it all just goes away and I start to wake
and then I realize that it’s a mistake
The truth is I always think I’m awake when I’m not
and that what’s scarier, that it’s in my thoughts
That I can dream myself awake
and not really escape.
So I have trouble sleeping and I’m trying to get over it
I usually sleep with a light on, sometimes that helps a bit.
I wish I could help if you’re dealing with this too
I hope you find an inner peace and I bid you adieu.
Naydeen, your poem’s rhythm and rhyme work so effectively in sharing your dreaming episodes. I connected with “and that what’s scarier, that it’s in m thoughts/That I can dream myself awake/and not really escape. I often have troubling dreams so I know the feeling of needing to wake up to get out of the dream that feels so real at the time; while your inner voice is crying, “This can’t be happening!” Your last line is a wonderful way to close! Adieu!
I don’t remember many of my dreams or nightmares, thankfully, but I have had that feeling of not being able to escape. It is not a pleasant experience. These lines were especially intense. “Then I can’t breathe. or move. or speak /or I can tell I’m getting dragged in deep”.
I hope you find a way to sleep at night.
Thank you! I love this direct address of the imagined “you” here, Naydeen. In a way, it feels like self-talk — the way we comfort ourselves and sometimes we are all we have to express comfort, and in a way, you are speaking to us, wishing these writers here peace. This is beautiful.
Sarah
“dream myself awake / and not really escape” I’m just dwelling on this. Your poem is like a Catch-22. “A slow little drift into a game” — a game of trying to sleep, but stuck in a mistaken dream. I like the advice you give at the end, and a wish for inner peace for your reader and for you. Thank you.
Keep writing. It has been a joy writing and reading with you this month.
~Denise
Hello, everyone! Thank you so much for making this community what it is – an amazing and supportive group of teachers writing and sharing insightful poetry and spreading love. Sarah, thank you so much for offering and hosting this space for creativity. Stacey, thank you again for inviting me to this community back in January.
After our I Am From poems from 4/12 with Stefani Boutelier, I was inspired by all of the poems. I knew after that day that I would want to try and write an I Am From poem from the perspective of my now 9 month old son. I am getting so caught up with all the logistics of baby – nap times, feeding times, am I doing it all wrong? panics and anxieties. I took today’s prompt as an opportunity to try my best and step back. To look deeply at what I hope Warren will remember about growing up.
I Am From
Maybe By: Warren
I am from books
From Nishiki Japanese rice and Fisher Price wagons
I am from a family of go-getters
busy, driven, but always makes time for family
I am from small, purple orchids in the kitchen window
gifts from my mom’s students, so she has to work to keep them alive
I’m from work hard, play hard and unruly, thick, black hair
from Ah-ma and Ah-gong and Baachan
I’m from dinners always together and kisses before bed
From “we’ll always love you” and “one day, you’ll blow us all away”
I’m from incense in April, to honor my grandpa
I’m from San Diego and two Asian islands
Sizzling Taiwanese sausage, and fresh Toro – no soy sauce needed
From the time we camped out in the yard,
and dad forgot to turn off the sprinklers
The smothering help of having a teacher mom
My baby book and a million gigabytes of photos
I see tears in mom’s eyes whenever we look at them
Emily,
I am thrilled to see you revisiting this form from another point of view and Warren’s! I love how we now meet Warren in this way, bear witness to his existence and upbringing and your mothering. We see how you are honoring who is he and who you hope/wonder in his becoming. So cool.
And you are such a gift to this space. I am so glad Stacey welcomed you and that you found this place a meaningful spot for your writing. We are all nourished by your presence.
Sarah
Oh, Emily, this is beautiful! What a loving idea, to write this poem from the perspective of your nine-month old son. I am inspired to try to write one for my granddaughter! This is a treasure. Two lines jump out at me; first, “gifts from my mom’s students, so she has to work to keep them alive” – you were speaking of beautiful orchids, and, yet, maybe not only that – I believe you are a teacher whose very work keeps the students alive; such a poignant double meaning. I am so touched by the last line, “I see tears in mom’s eyes whenever we look at them” – how precious it is to watch a child grow, how precious it is that your child has you. Thank you for this!
What a delightful month, I am missing it already.
Emily,
I have loved reading your poems, and today’s is no exception. What a keepsake this is going to be. For you and for Warren. Maybe write one each year around his birthday. What a treasury you/he will have.
Thank you for sharing him with us!
Emily — This is so beautiful, and I KNOW that Warren is one lucky little devil to have a mom so thoughtful and loving. Make sure you put this poem in Warren’s baby book! And when he’s gearing up for his big-boy career choices, remind him with these loving words that his mom was an inspiring teacher writer even back in 2020 and that Susie said, “Pay attention, Warren! Your mom knows what she’s talking about!” My sincere good wishes for grand days ahead for you and your family and students. Susie
Emily, what a beautiful choice on perspective for this piece. We are so intensely tied to our children that you are sure to have captured Warren’s (maybe) point of view. He will appreciate and love these memories seen through you. It’s hard not to have those tears when we look at our children. They often come toward the end of an experience, the perfect placement for tears in this poem.
Emily, I’ve so enjoyed your writings and this poem is precious. I hope you tuck this away for Warren so he can have it someday. I look forward to seeing more of your writing out in the big, big world.
Your poem is infused with such love. What a beautiful poem. Love these last lines” My baby book and a million gigabytes of photos/I see tears in mom’s eyes whenever we look at them”
Be sure to put this poem in baby book with the pictures!
Emily, oh my is this such a sweet way to write I’m From and use your darling son’s point of view. He’s clearly living his best life! My favorite line is:
gifts from my mom’s students, so she has to work to keep them alive
Those orchids are something aren’t they!? I love how it’s apparent you can’t just toss them, not because they’re plants, but because they’re gifts from your students. Very accurate suffering of all teachers LOL.
I am grateful for you, your poetry, your presence! Hugs my friend!
And another original approach and a lovely one. Incense in April to honor my grandpa. That touched my soul…
Oh, what a lovely poem. It was a delight to look through Warren’s eyes at your family. Precious. I’m curious about the camping in the yard with the sprinklers on. (past or future?) The last stanza with a million gigs of photos and tears while looking through them shows a universal truth about parent and child that is just darling.
~Denise
I am so sad to see this month end! This has been a beautiful way to shelter-in-place. I miss y’all, already. I am so grateful to Glenda Funk, for telling me about this fabulous month of poetry writing, and to Dr. Sarah Donovan, for creating this magical place. Thank you to one and all!
Magic Happens
Poetic inspiration,
waiting
each morning,
for me to discover.
An enchanted stone,
glistening,
in the morning light,
for me to hold and rub and ponder
throughout the day.
I let my mind absorb the mystery of the invite,
fascinated, curious, mesmerized,
followed by
space
to wonder.
That’s how magic happens.
April days floated by
alongside, inside, around, between, and about,
inspiration,
tapping something deep within,
stirring me,
nudging me,
stretching me
in new directions.
I have marveled at the journey,
nuggets and insight found,
surprising visits to time past,
traveling to the edge of places I still did not dare to go.
The charm of your comments
finding light and sparkle in my verse,
hidden messages revealed,
illuminating my writing,
welcoming.
That’s how magic happens.
The glow and beauty of your poems,
your openness and revelations,
how they captivated and soothed,
appearing like angels,
letting me know you, as
loving, familiar spirits.
Your words
carried me to new worlds,
gave me courage to wander there, too, and
provided a glorious shelter-in-place.
A wonderland of poetry shared by you,
this community of teacher writers,
connecting me to you, you to me
creating a lustrous weaving of
written dreams.
That’s how magic happens.
Today,
it is fitting that
there is nothing but grey skies
and so much rain,
tears from nature,
where I am.
I am in mourning
that this month has ended.
I’m on my own now.
Yet, I know,
that’s never really true.
Future mornings,
I will find again
magic stones you left behind,
to hold and rub and ponder.
I will treasure.
That’s how magic happens.
Maureen,
What a lovely way to think about poetry prompts and the daily writing process: “I let my mind absorb the mystery of the invite.” I just finished reading a book called Mindful Learning (Langer) and this was all about reframing instructions with possibilities rather than “right” answers. Learning should be about the mystery of the invite as we seek to uncover, discover, ponder. Great stuff.
Sarah
Maureen,
The angels are crying on us today, too. It is fitting. I have loved my two months meeting w/ you every day, first on TWT during the March blogging challenge, and here on Ethical ELA this April as we share poetry. I love the metaphor in
“An enchanted stone,
glistening,
in the morning light,
for me to hold and rub and ponder”
This is such a beautiful image, and as you say, “This is where magic happens.” ❤️ you and am sending peace and health your way. Thank you for taking this journey w/ me.
—Glenda
Maureen, your words today moved me to tears at the end. I feel the same dread of the month ending, but also the light of everyone’s “magic stones”. What a moving and gentle piece of writing. Thank you for sharing it.
Maureen,
You capture so well what many of us feel . . . a deep sadness that this is over. You know what Pooh Bear says . . . “How Lucky I Am To Have Something That Makes Saying Goodbye So Hard.”
Your metaphor with the stone really, really works.
I look forward to the magic stones again, too.
I love your “enchanted stone glistening.” It is amazing how the magic happens!
Maureen –this poem is so bitter sweet. I am moved by “Tears from nature” but inspired by “I will find again/magic stones you left behind,/to hold and rub and ponder/I will treasure/That’s how magic happens.
This is how the magic happens! Thanks for your beautiful poem.
That’s how magic happens. Oh, yes. Thank you for YOUR magic, Maureen, my fellow Marylander!
Magic stones. What a beautiful image throughout your last April 2020 poem. I love that you honored your work, comments of others on your work, the work of others, and even our future work together–all through the prism of magic happening. Yes, indeed. Thank you for the chance to be on this magical journey with you too, Maureen.
~Denise
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Today is National Poem in Your Pocket Day! I celebrate this day with my students when we are in class, but today I have to celebrate virtually. Oh well. Maybe I’ll have a few to participate. I wanted to share a fun YouTube lesson that another teacher shared for students to use today.
https://youtu.be/42JA4xwLnWw “Poem in My Pocket YouTube”
I am putting this powerful poem by Shannon Kernaghan in my pocket (yoga pants pocket ?) today.
Concealing by Shannon Kernaghan
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Next, I borrowed lines from Glenda Funk’s poem “Club Quarantine” that you’ll see at the end of my poem. Thank you, Glenda! You rocked and boogied that poem on April 5th!
Free Writing
By Stacey L. Joy, ©April 30, 2020
Writing without restraints
The freedom to go with my own ebb and flow
Knowing my words will land
In the safe spaces of your hands
Fearless and bold you say I am
But I still hide and seek myself, my story
Writing with you
Unleashes more of me
Showing me how to be proud
Unafraid to reveal a few cracks
Some big gaping holes
That I gently fill
One poem at a time
Grateful for my struggles
My obstacles and issues
My blessings and joy
They strengthen and sharpen me
Grateful for poetry, poets, and you!
“This is where
Floating rainbow hearts
Ascend to the ceiling” (©Glenda Funk)
??❤️?
Stacey,
Thank you for reminding me about “The Club” that Glenda invited us to days ago! I loved that poem.
In your poem today, these lines so resonate with me, “Writing with you/Unleashes more of me” as I am in awe of how I have come to know and love you (hope it’s okay to use that word) through your poetry and the way you care for the other writers here in your responses. And I am so grateful in the ways your presence and poetry have also welcomed “more of me” in ways I know and not yet know. Make sense?
Hugs,
Sarah
Crying……….
Yes, I love you too!
Ugly cry……….
Stacey,
I’m not weeping. It’s just the angels dropping tears from my orbs, forming ripples in my coffee. ? “Knowing my words will land
In the safe spaces of your hands” is the line I hold each day. This is not easy for me. You, my friend, share so honestly and comment with such care. This makes writing my heart more accessible. Thank you for grafting a line of my poem onto your own. We are forever bound to one another. And I love “Concealing,” too. ❤️???????
—Glenda
YES! This describes my experience so well throughout this month. Thank you for extending the invitation. This has truly helped me and provided a much needed calm anchoring in my days. <3
Stacey, it has been so fabulous to read your poetry this month, to connect with you. This is a beautiful poem of gratitude for this writing community. I love your honesty, “Unafraid to reveal a few cracks,” and “Grateful for my struggles;” I feel this, too. What an amazing month! Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Stacey,
Yours is a name I tend to scroll looking for when I am limited on time for reading/responding. Your poetry always sticks to my ribs.
I love, love, love this part:
“But I still hide and seek myself, my story
Writing with you
Unleashes more of me”
I’m thankful we have all learned to unleash more of ourselves.
Stacey,
“Knowing my words will land in the soft spaces of your hands” speaks to why this space works. You honor what we have with one another. I love that you acknowledge those soft spaces in the words, “Writing with you/Unleashes more of me.” We cannot write our truth if we are afraid of the reveal. So glad to have gotten to know more of you “one poem at a time.”
Stacey — The “free” is such a lifting proclamation of the “safe places” that we’ve found together in this forum. The line “…I still hide and seek myself…” has a perfect turn of phrase and layers the meaning so smoothly. I LOVELOVELOVE “…holes/That I gently fill/One poem at a time.” This is what happens here… I love that image. And the promise that comes with the “Grateful for my struggles.” Dang, that is so hard and so important… I hate those hard issues, but they are INDEED what “strengthen[s] and sharpen[s] — Do you see my Floating rainbow hearts…they’re bubbling right up there! Thank you, dear friend, Susie
Stacey, what a wonderful poem and tribute to Glenda, who I agree is a true inspiration! Blessings to you! I have thoroughly enjoyed reading your poems this month. They are always so full of emotion, honest, and raw! Thank you!
Stacey, I love how you connected your poem in your pocket today with your own poems filling in the cracks and holes and how you are becoming unafraid of revealing them, like Shannon in her poem. The poetry and poets strengthening and sharpening you is very powerful. A little sweetness in your poem of Glenda and her ascending rainbow hearts, free writing floating up to make the world a better place.
~Denise
Sarah,
I have too much to post in this box today, so I am breaking it up. First of all, thank you Sarah! Your gratitude poem and video make me feel at home with you, like we are the best of friends. What resonated deeply with me is:
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.
Wonderful to be loved and love back! I feel it. I sure hope you do too! Your work is appreciated and is to be commended!
I agree…how can I possibly just use one of the responses?! There’s so much to say…so much appreciation for this space and time and sharing. Thank you, Sarah
I might just keep going here. I really love found poems so I decided to write one using lines from probably my most favorite prompt – Day 20 with Abigail and Annie. I loved the mentor text and most of the ones I read. I love the idea and the bit of mysteriousness + nature. I took lines randomly, put them on a page, read them and didn’t even change them I thought it was really good as they were. A found poem using words from these poets: Abigail, Annie, Linda Mitchell, Kim Johnson, Jennifer Jowett, Emily Yamasaki, Monica Schwafaty, Maureen Ingraham, Betsy Jones, Donnetta, Shaun, Anne.
My soul never wants to leave.
Sinking deeper into earth’s blood,
Sharing a last time, when time will not last
The man in the flannel shirt and fishing hat taught me to walk,
and to look while I walked.
The verdant hills rise up to meet the cerulean sky.
The Pacific roars. The waves: cold, primal, relentless.
My heart, full again: at home in this landscape.
My heart, broken: half-empty without you.
From the horizon: Come and join me.
This is a cracking open, a breaking apart, a widening of the void
between what we have always believed and what is real.
I wasn’t afraid of anything.
My fingers brush across grasses
Confined in summer squares quilted by tractors.
you picked up the dinner check:
deviled crab, steamed shrimp, fried fish,
priced far less than all you’ve given.
I looked at all the rocks and stones and dust
and sniffed for hint of rain.
“Remember my name. How I spoke of you”
A city turned graveyard and landfill.
I adore the idea of creating a found poem using the words of the poets “in the room.” What a beautiful collection of lines from strong wordsmiths like you, Angie.
Angie, I approached our writing this way today too, as there are so many beautifully crafted lines (in fact, the difficulty was in not being able to use them all!). I am honored to be a part of this poem, among so many writers. Thank you for that and for being a valued member of our writing space.
Angie! Wow! I love how words I have read over this month revisit me in your composition of borrow and inspired lines. I feel flashes of where I was when I first read “verdant hills” and pondered “stones and dust” — this is so stunning. Thank you!
Sarah
Angie, I am in absolute awe of this poem! The narrative flows so well and shares so many powerful images and sensory details. Your poem’s end carries such a heart-wrenching punch with its grim imagery: “A city turned graveyard and landfill.” What an outstanding tribute to these wonderful writers. Divine!
I can see why you want to keep coming back! What wisdom and joy in these poets’ words. I really like these lines on the 30th of April. “My soul never wants to leave” and “Sharing a last time, when time will not last”
~Denise
(I went back to the blitz form from day 2 – one of my favorites from the month!)
Sharing Because We Can’t
a month of poetry
a month of sharing
sharing our lives
sharing our thoughts
thoughts about nature
thoughts about the virus
virus hushing our world
virus holding us apart
apart from our students
a part of our hearts
hearts are pining
hearts stretching
stretching as we mourn
stretching as we write
write about what matters
write the things we need
need to know
need to believe
believe in ourselves
believe we’ll recover
recover quickly
recover from lost time
time kept away
time to hold
hold others’ hearts
hold up our heads
heads spinning
heads drooping
drooping in sorrow
drooping because we’re tired
tired of uncertainty
tired of monotony
monotony festering inside
monotony threatening
threatening to break us
threatening as we push
push through the gloom
push into the sun
sun that still rises
sun we can count on
count on to wake us
count on to urge us
urge us to fight
urge us to write
write once more
write because we can’t
can’t stay silent
can’t give in
in
silence
Yes, loved this poem too! “Apart from our students/a part of our hearts” SO TRUE, beautiful lines and use of change in wording. Love.
The repetition throughout is powerful, Rachel! Your call to action is a testament to how we can respond to the pandemic. Thank you.
Wowee! This blitz poem is the perfect form for your topic. The repetition, drooping, drooping. One line introduces, the next uncovers or stirs the significance of that word, and leading into the end with “can’t” and what this means not surrender to a power but resistance to silence and agency. Wow! Love ti, and thank you so much for being with us from Provo. Your writing has bridged the physical distance.
Sarah
Rachel,
You really made the blitz seem effortless, but it had to take some serious crafting to get the key lines to work they way that they do.
I love:
“because we can’t
can’t stay silent
can’t give in
in
silence”
Rachel,
I love the repetition in your poem, it really takes your point home! We have all shared so much this month with each other. Like you wrote in your beginning lines
“a month of poetry
a month of sharing
sharing our lives
sharing our thoughts
thoughts about nature
thoughts about the virus”
Thank you for this wonderful poem!
Rachel,
I’m thrilled you chose a blitz since it’s a form I shared. Your poem honors the form spectacularly. I can’t name a favorite line because they’re all gold. I do love the hopeful tone. Thank you.
—Glenda
Thank you, Rachel. I too really liked the Blitz poem on Day 2 and I wrote one today, as well. They are so powerful. The repetition really highlights the important things on our minds. Your fight and hope through the gloom and monotony come through. I find the endings and the title just so powerful as well in this form. I love that we “write because we can’t / can’t stay silent / can’t give in / in silence” Wow!
~Denise
“I See You”
I see you, writers,
bringing yourself to the page.
I see you, poets,
unshielded,
taking down walls,
breaking barriers,
and sharing pieces of yourself.
I see you, Glenda,
in your words,
your wisdom, and
your wit. You amaze.
You inspire. Thank you.
I see you, Anna,
celebrating brothers,
celebrating verse, and
celebrating others. You embolden.
You spark. Thank you.
I see you, Michelle,
taking in NYC,
through a window, and
writing beautiful words. You shine.
You impress. Thank you.
I see you, Jennifer,
sharing your words,
in verse and prose,
in nurturing comments. You hearten.
You motivate. Thank you.
I see you, Donnetta,
writing in Texas and
lending your gift
to the page, for us. You influence.
You shine. Thank you.
I see you all,
Stacey and
Mo and
Susie and
Shaun and
Allison and
Alexa and
Malachi and
Paige and
Robin and
Denise and
Gayle and
Kim and
Margaret and
Padma and
Jennifer.
For all those named
and those I missed,
I see you all.
Unshielded,
taking down walls,
breaking barriers,
and sharing pieces of yourself.
I see you, poets.
Bringing yourself to the page –
I see you, writers.
And, I see you, Sarah,
creating spaces for words,
inviting others to be brave,
speaking to the writer
in each of us, leading the way,
encouraging us to embrace our
own sense of #verselove.
Thank you,
thank you,
thank you,
a million times,
thank you for showing
us how to stretch our wings,
so we too might believe
we can fly.
Very beautiful tribute to all the writers on this journey. I like how you named people and what you appreciated about them, individually. Very nice and your repetition is on point. We see you, Andy, flying.
Andy, you have a way of building poems, with words, ideas, and structure, that allows readers to see (to borrow your word today) into ideas, to feel them, to be present with you, the writer. Thank you for seeing so much in everyone else and for sharing of yourself in this space too. I have been inspired by your words this month. This is truly a remarkable place.
Andy,
There is something so powerful about seeing names and the naming of one another in this space, in this poem. We have loved being with you and your students though this daily writing has positioned us all and equal — no hierarchy here. Every writer here has been my teacher this month!
Peace,
Sarah
Crying again………
Ugly cry………..
Can’t respond yet.
Andy,
Thank you for seeing so much in this space.
Andy — This is totally cool! I see you too! Wonderful! Thank you, Susie
This is beautiful!! Just beautiful…
Andy,
In a world in which we all sometimes feel unseen, it’s nice to hear “I see you,” especially when those three words are followed by such high praise. I like “wit” much better than “smart ass,” which I’ve been told I am more than once. ? Thank you for this lovely tribute. I see you, too, my friend.
—Glenda
Andy, what a warm and wonderful thank you from you to this community. It is lovely. I like your message to Sarah. “creating space for words, inviting us to be brave.” That holds a lot of meaning. She is creating space, and the space is dependent on the bravery of the participants. She and this community have done that. So amazing! I love the ending too–“so we too might believe we can fly.” Yes.
~Denise
Thank you everybody. I’m really glad I chose to do this. And I guess thank you, coronavirus because I know I wouldn’t have done this if it weren’t for this situation, as bad as that sounds. I will see yall every now and again, but most definitely on April 1, 2021! Peace and stay safe and healthy 🙂 Oh, and I attempted a sonnet but forgot I totally did the rhyme wrong HAHA. Oh lordy.
Reflecting on a First 30-Day Poetry Challenge “Potluck”
Sarah: the #verselove originator
Efforts expand from her, the creator.
All shared pieces of imagination,
Dishes for our potluck celebration.
Contrasts popular like sweet n salty,
Consumed blitz, ovillejo, etheree,
ekphrastic, golden shovel poetry
Brought a poem deemed spoken word worthy.
Spooned into age fifteen, dreams, memories,
firsts, morning afters, and analogies.
Shared cokes and fortunes over the inter webs,
Richard Siken’s, Sheryl Nelms’ mentor texts
This event was creative sustenance
Filled with so much to share from yalls guidance.
Angie,
In so many ways this image captures what we are doing here this month: “Dishes for our potluck celebration.” While we are not feeling the calories of sweet cakes and extra helpings literally, we are certainly nourished by one another! Thank you so much for being with us, for trusting this space.
Sarah
Angie,
This is awesome! The connection to a potluck and sustenance as creativity versus food . . . well done!
The rhyme works great!
Angie, what a great idea to tell about the wonderful dishes we have enjoyed over the past month. Each poetry form and phrase put warm memories in my mind again today. Thank you! Hopefully we will hear back from you even before April 2021.
Peace,
Denise
“Gratitude”
I am so grateful for this experience.
#Verselove has broadened my horizon as a reader and a writer.
I started out on this website as a hesitant writer.
Worried what all of you would think about my ideas.
As a student, having permission to share my words with experienced teachers and writers is truly incredible.
And I’m very thankful for that.
My relationship with writing started as a cocoon.
Wrapped with uncertainty on sharing my vulnerability to the world.
Then that thought morphed into something bigger than I imagined.
I have spread my wings, my timidness evolving to confidence that I have what it takes to inspire others in their writing journey.
So thank you to the hosts of #verselove for being able to challenge myself in my words and thoughts.
To bring life through this space.
And to not share negativity, like the world has done already.
But to spread hope.
And your motto: love.
Alexa,
You are fortunate to have begun your poetry writing journey as a student. I did not begin writing poetry in earnest until March 2018. I’ve loved poetry all my life. In high school poetry interpretation was a speech event, and I loved teaching poetry. My secret: I ignored what I didn’t understand and told students that. I also never taught a poem I didn’t love. Keep writing and reading poetry. There are amazing living poets publishing spectacular collections these days. Peace and happiness to you.
—Glenda
Alexa,
Cocoon is the perfect extended metaphor for the progression of 30 days of writing. I get that the beginning always comes with skepticism. I know no other way to help people in the beginning other than to invite and welcome without restrictions. Only over time does a readiness to spread wings emerge, and of course, that is about making the environment safe. You have been an important part of making this website a welcoming environment for writers. Thank you.
Sarah
Alexa,
You’re getting your start with writing so young in life. What a gift.
I love the cocoon metaphor. It’s perfectly applicable.
Alexa, hope and love–what beautiful takeaways from this experience. Yes, this group has spread that for me too. I love the metaphor you have used from a cocoon to a butterfly. Perfect. Your spreading your wings truly does help others. I love how your timidness evolved to confidence. Thanks for the inspiration.
~Denise
LEAD ON!
Sarah, congratulations to you.
With poetry, you’ve helped us to view
Our lives through another lens
And we now see ourselves as friends.
Congratulations to you, my dear.
We are striving writers. It is you we cheer
For inviting us to share your dream.
We now share poetry as a thriving writing team.
I thank you from the depths of my heart
Because of you, I made a start
Created VERSING LIFE TOGETHER.
We’ll keep writing despite the weather
We’re learning to talk about life in rhyme.
Our working together is valuable time.
It’s now more fun, but still lots of work.
Lead on, my friend, no need to shirk.
Anna – you capture the heart and energy Sarah has brought to the space this month. It is nearly impossible to contribute without becoming friends. Beautiful poem, friend!
Anna,
Thank you for your mentorship this past year. I am honored that you hosted here last year,and that it sparked our friendship and shared love of poetry and deep respect for teachers! I am so glad to see the word “fun” in this poem. I have had so much fun!
Peace,
Sarah
Anna,
I can think of no better way to honor Sarah than w/ a poem. My favorite lines are
“With poetry, you’ve helped us to view
Our lives through another lens.”
I’m so clad you shared Sarah’s #verselove on FB on April 1, 2019. I didn’t have to think twice before jumping into this community. Thank you.
—Glenda
Anna, thank you so much for this: “With poetry you have helped us view through another lens and we now see ourselves as friends” and “we are striving writers.” I am so blessed to be a part of this group and feel these things now too. Thank you to Anna and to Sarah and the whole #verselove VERSING LIFE TOGETHER group!
~Denise
Dear #verselove!
Thank you,
Thank you or all of your words.
Thank you for bringing out all of mine.
Thank you for showing me the power of my own heart.
Thank you for the jump-start.
Thank you for being just what I need to start
Everyday in quarantine is long and seems never ending,
But writing for these prompts made time fly.
My words bending and twisting so that I can make them just right before the great sending.
Sending into a group, sending into a community, sending into a Family.
Thank you for keeping my mind and my words moving.
Thank you for bringing emotion back to my writing.
Thank you for all you have done.
Thank you.
Malachi, I could cry! Such a moving and heart-felt piece giving gratitude! I am grateful for you, your words, and our community/family of writers here as well. “Thank you for bringing emotion back to my writing” That resonates with me because I detest phases of my writing life where nothing stirs my emotions.
Have a wonderful day! Thank you again!
Malachi,
I have enjoyed reading your poetry this month! Each poem that you wrote had a specific purpose and meaning that you were trying to get across and I enjoyed how you let your vulnerability shine through.
I liked the repetition of “thank you’s” that you used in this poem. I know that I’m extremely grateful to have given an opportunity to share my words to this group of people and I’m sure you feel that way as well.
Thanks for sharing! And don’t ever stop!
This is beautiful: “Thank you for showing me the power of my own heart”. Malachi, I was looking back on some of the days and read your “ekphrastic poem” – it was really, really good. I tried to write about that picture but didn’t do it justice like your did. Thought I’d just tell you here that it stuck out as one to remember.
Malachi,
I’m touched most by two lines in your poem: “Thank you for showing me the power of my own heart.” and “Thank you for bringing emotion back to my writing.” I’ve long believe all writing—even objective, reportorial writing—can be undergirded w/ emotion. I think this belief may come from my background in rhetoric. I see the world as symbolic, and symbols are representations. I often think about something Barbara Kingsolver said in an interview: “All writing is political.” Even the seeming absence of emotion illuminated emotion. I’m glad Poetry has helped you through this isolation. Peace and happiness to you.
—Glenda
This is simply one of the best examples of repetition. Wonderful, Malachi. Wonderful. And, thank YOU for sharing here.
Malachi,
thank you for sharing your words and helping us share ours! This month has been filled with so many stories and poems, and this quarantine has been hard. Thank you for participating in verselove. I couldn’t pick a favorite line, I loved all of them!
Oh Malachi, I echo your words and your thank yous. We really did send not just to a group, but a community, a Family. My favorite lines are at the beginning. “Thank you for all of your words. Thank you for bringing out all of mine.” What a captivating way to put it. Thank you!
~Denise
A Poem Made up of Poems
We are in the Void
Stagnant, like a still body of water
Nothing just adds up
Or down
Or sideways
Where there was no chance of success,
No chance.
Or so it seems.
I know it is not so.
Crowded,
Loud,
And filthy
Eventually I had to drag you out.
All time is valuable
So stop wasting it
Life is continuous, not discrete
No chance of safety,
As I look out the window
And peer outside
The sun shines on the field
Which grows the crops
That brought along the change
Like an atomic bomb, or
Trying to find excuses
As to why you can’t think of one thing in your life.
Robin, these lines remind me that sometimes we reluctantly have to move on and accept what was never meant to be:
Nothing just adds up
Or down
Or sideways
Where there was no chance of success,
No chance.
That kind of acceptance in moving forward makes the first steps away from a dream or a wish – or a lie – so much easier. I have been in those moments so many times in my life, and these lines speak volumes to me today. Thank you!
Robin,
You have me reading and re-reading your poem to think about the speaker and the intended audience. The direct address here, the “you” feels like the speaker is talking to their self and yet there is some distance between the speaker and audience like time or life experience. The imagery here with water, sun, fields shows a sense of space but the atomic bomb metaphor adds a concerning connotation — was the change positive, needed. Hmm, is there acceptance in the end or resistance?
Sarah
Robin, this is a fascinating poem. It makes me curious about the poems from which it originated. It is good that your second stanza reminds us of hope. It just seems like nothing adds up, but it is not so. Thank you for sharing.
~Denise
Moving Day
Today I have to put the contents of 2019-2020
into dozens of cardboard boxes,
number them, put my name on them,
and hope they find me again.
This double-wide box has seen things:
puppet shows, musicals, lip syncs, poetry orations,
standardized testing, open houses, prom night invites,
observations, staff meetings, staff development,
tears of joy, tears of frustration.
This year didn’t end as planned.
The seniors didn’t get to finish together.
The juniors didn’t get to AP stress together.
We didn’t get to sign our yearbooks together.
So, stop by next year and visit me.
Take in a big whiff of that new-classroom-smell,
and we’ll try to make up for lost time.
Shaun,
I saw the title of your poem and thought about all the ways I’ve experienced “Moving Day” and how today is also one of those days. I love the objective, reportorial tone in your poem. There’s something about matter-of-fact declarations that resonate more subjectively w/ me at times than subjective ones. I will “stop by next year and visit” as long as you’re here in this virtual room. Stay safe. Peace to you and your students. Thank you.
—Glenda
Shaun, packing away the year and moving to a new space filled with hope and cleaner air is something appealing to me. It reminds me of the meme I’ve seen, asking: “Does that offer for my mama to knock me into next year still stand?” The missed memories and the traditions that came to a screeching halt are painful and sad, but the hope for a new aroma tomorrow is promising and inviting as we move forward without glancing back too often.
Shaun,
These artifacts are so precious — puppet shows, musicals, lip syncs, poetry orations,
standardized testing, open houses, prom night invites,
observations, staff meetings, staff development,–the stories that each holds is profound and cannot possibly fit into that box and yet must. Thank you for ending on a hopeful note. That whiff means possibilities and new beginnings. You can bring the box there.
Sarah
Shaun, you have begun with a closing (boxing of belongings) and ended with an opening (an invitation to stop by and visit). Offering these opposing starts and stops adds such depth and brings freshness the idea of closing doors. I’m so glad to have been able to “visit” with you in this space and look forward to doing it again.
Bitter-sweet beautiful…yes, we will make up for lost time. Just you wait, we will all learn so much together in all the classrooms.
I love the imagery of the cardboard box. Truth is, the events of this year defy a literal description. At the same time, I don’t know that the writing, sharing, reading would have been possible (for me at least), if it weren’t for this strange turn of events, which provided us all with the opportunity to reflect, create, and express.
What a surprise ending we all had this year, Shaun. This is a great reminder of what this year ends with for you. I love the historical feel of your poem, as well with the year clearly delineated. We will never forget, but there it is for future generations. I hope your cardboard boxes find you in your new classroom, and that you get to make up for lost time starting right away in the fall.
~Denise
Sarah,
I love the video, love hearing your voice. I’m grateful to have this month of poetry and inspiration, to share space with teachers across this and other countries. You are a tender, generous human whom I’ve grown to love this past year. I want to acknowledge your service and the gift not only of this space but of the time you devote to nurturing it. I know it’s a huge commitment.
Oklahoma State Students,
Thank you for hosting some #verselove days. You are so very fortunate to have Sarah guiding and nurturing your growth as teachers. Mentors like Sarah are invaluable, and we’re so glad to have had a part in your journey.
‘Preciate you,
Glenda
To Poetry
To the writing that started it all for me
To the initial obsession with rhyming
To the greats who I long to pay homage to
To the poems that became songs
To putting words on the page
To questioning quality but sharing anyway
I love how you help me express
How you help my emotions pour onto the page
I’m grateful for this month
To this community
To poetry shining through
Even during a pandemic
This month is over
But the gift of poetry will continue to give
Michelle,
I love the repetition and parallel phrasing in your poem. I love how each captures my own thoughts. Yes, “The gift of poetry will continue to gift.” I have several new collections to read. I went in a poetry binge after hearing poets read their poems on Twitter via Universal Poetry. Stay safe up there in NY. I ❤️ your city. Thank you.
—Glenda
Michelle, what a sweet way to end the month knowing that the gifts of writing continue on. I love that you included “to questioning the quality but sharing anyway.” I feel that way so many days, but the trust and encouragement in this group gives us a safe space to share what we bring each day, and then we find that others see things in our writing that we never saw. Powerful reminders that the eyes and ears of readers are so valuable as we grow. Thank you!
Michelle, you honor the ode here. The rhythmical quality in those first two stanzas of repetition further emphasizes the honor you give to the language and the people “putting words on the page.” It’s a powerful thing when words can overcome a pandemic and “continue to give.”
Michelle, we can see your growth throughout this thank you poem. It was wonderful to know we had a safe place “To questioning quality but sharing anyway”. Thank you for being a part of this community, as well!
~Denise
“A Poem Note for You”
I am writing this poem for you
My poetry-loving virtual friends
No longer strangers behind screens,
Now an integral part of morning routines.
I visit your worlds through verse,
Meander through your poem-rooms,
Peek into secret word-gardens tilled by your tender touch, and
Watch you frolic on poetry’s playgrounds, We Teeter-totter on metaphors and sonnets, and
Swing to touch the sky’s similes.
I smile when you choose to play with me,
Call to me from where I sit in the stands
Hoping not to be the last chosen.
You pitch lines rolled in alphabet hearts that Hug my poem in sweet somethings and
Keep me safe on this field of verse.
You’ve shared your hopes, dreams, joys, sorrows,
Trusted our team, cheered from the stands.
To tell you things I cannot speak
I write notes, pass them to you in
Poem shaped pieces of
Folded origami code and
Watch as you hold open your hands
Catch, unfold the corners, and read:
“Will you be my #verselove friend?
Answer yes or no.”
—Glenda Funk
4-30-2020
Thank you for your words Glenda! I really loved the line “peek into secret gardens tilled by your tender touch” because it made me feel connected to this special community and also made me think how sharing can help us grow.
Ah, Glenda! The metaphor of the playground is fun and exciting and calls back all the freedoms we felt as children at recess -making new friends, sharing secrets, laughing, playing. What a creative way to paint the canvas of #verselove today! Yes, Yes! I am proud to call you my verselove friend !
Aww this is adorable, Glenda. I like how we unfold a virtual note at the end – “answer yes or no” THROWBACK! You are cute. Love this also: “Peek into secret word-gardens tilled by your tender touch” the alliteration, the metaphor, beautiful. I will miss what you describe in this poem so much! 🙂
Glenda, you have created spaces here that I want to exist in (poem-rooms, word-gardens, poetry’s playgrounds), all of which exist in this “field of verse.” I hope we are #verselove friends. Yes. Yes we are.
Oh, Glenda, thank you for this lovely ode to our space and the spaces stretched across our world that we have come to love and appreciate. This line is stunning: “Meander through your poem-rooms,/
Peek into secret word-gardens” in the way that it shows intimacy (without being creepy) because we have each opened the doors to these places in our own way, in our own time.
Hugs for your commitment and compassionate presences to support the writers in this space so generously!
Sarah
Glenda, this poem is such a glorious tribute to our word play; this community has been as easy and welcoming as preschoolers on a playground! Loved this line especially, “Peek into secret word-gardens tilled by your tender touch,” the image of our individual gardens is so beautiful. You have so many images of happy children here, and I definitely relate to the feeling – I have been so happy to be a part of this community. Thank you so, so, so much for connecting me to this! I am missing you already. Let’s keep up with one another in the weeks to come!
Glenda,
Your brilliance continues to astound me, and I have to admit . . . it’s starting to piss me off. 🙂
Seriously, you are so gifted. Your ideas are always so clever (of course a metaphor to a playground . . . duh. That’s exactly what this #verselove has been . . . a playground for us poet friends. And you nail it.)
Your word craft matches your idea genius. From the wordiest chick in the place, I am in awe of the way you put words together PERFECTLY>
Susan,
You crack me up. That’s one of the best comments ever. My husband laughed when I read it to him. I did not begin writing poetry in earnest until March 2018. I wrote maybe a dozen poems in the previous 36 years. Tuesday I wrote a blog post (satire) in which I mentioned my “big brain.” I think you’ll get a chuckle from it. https://evolvingenglishteacher.blogspot.com/2020/04/need-medical-advice-im-here-to-help.html?m=1
❤️ you.
Glenda, I’ve learned so much from you. I’m just thrilled to read your feedback to so many poets. I have grown. And, your poem…that passing of notes in class. You know, when I was in jr. high I felt so alone…like all kids really…and my parents kept giving the message that someday, I’d find my people. I have! I a part of team poet! Isn’t it grand? I’m glad we get to create together here.
Glenda — Marvelous! Here’s my favorite: “To tell you things I cannot speak
I write notes, pass them to you in
Poem shaped pieces of
Folded origami code and
Watch as you hold open your hands
Catch, unfold the corners, and read:
“Will you be my #verselove friend?
Answer yes or no.”
The poem as origami is priceless… beautiful metaphor. Your love of the poetry and the whole experience just soars here. How lovely to write this as a culmination of April 2020. Thank you for sharing these 30 days and this whole last year! Cyber hugs, Susie
Glenda, My answer is a resounding yes! I am always so impressed with your poetry. Today your poem is once again so rich with clever phrases, images, and emotion. Plus, your metaphors are incredibly unique. I love the playground images, and I am especially fond of “Folded origami code”. I am eagerly waiting for next year so I can once again read your poetry. Your word garden is truly inspirational! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! (If I knew how to put a heart in the comment box, you would see a rainbow of them!) Blessings!
Yes. Absolutely yes.
Yes, yes, I will. Thank you so much, Glenda, for being an inviter in so many ways. You invited my participation in #verselove with your 31 March Slice of Life post on your blog, and I am so glad I decided to come and play in this playground. Thank you for doing this for all of us, as well:
Beautifully done, my friend! Thank you.
~Denise
Sarah, I have a million words, and none of them can express the gratitude I feel for this group and the space and leadership that you provide as we come together to write – to be inspired, to grow, to expand our perspectives. You make a difference and give us all a place of purpose in this writing sanctuary. I echo your sentiment in these lines of your poem: “uncovered poetry’s gift of therapy —
its power to assuage souls, stir inspiration, and bring joy.”
Today, I have written a #verselove acrostic, and borrowed a favorite line from Susie Morice’s poem yesterday. National Poetry Month has been euphoric because of everyone who has written from the heart and shared. Cheers for the journey!
#Verselove: An Acrostic
Vivacious verse of
Energetic, creative souls
Renewing outlook of
Spirits: kindred hearts
Every writer inspiring the
Love of poetry – and of life itself!
Outshining the backdrop of the
Venom and vomit of all our plagues
Euphoric freedom found in #verselove!
Kim, what a beautiful tribute to our space here. You’ve captured every element of what makes this group a writing sanctuary for kindred hearts. Thank you!
Glenda is right, Kim. Your choice to write an acrostic poem earns you a virtual hug! The contents earn you applause from us all ’cause you’ve poetically described what this month has been for most of us.
Your choice of labial-dental vowel “v” forces us to spit to say it helps us excrete the “venom and vomit of the plague”! Thanks for expressing us so well.
Kim,
I echo your thoughts about this month. Love the acrostic. Your choice will hug Anna. I’ve been thinking about all the ways this group pushes me to be better, not just in terms of writing poetry, but also has a human. As you know, I’m guarded, but poetry softens my rough, hillbilly edges. You capture what I’m feeling in “Every writer inspiring the
Love of poetry – and of life itself!
Outshining the backdrop of the
Venom and vomit of all our plagues”
Thank you for inspiring me. ❤️
—Glenda
Kim,
Thank you so much for your dedication to this space and the writers here and in other ways throughout National Poetry Month via YouTube and Facebook. The contrast of poetry to the backdrop of sickness (literal and figurative) in our world is so needed.
Sarah
Kim,
I am so grateful for what I’ve learned here and the feeling of being part of #verselove. What a perfect form for today’s prompt. I especially like, “Every writer inspiring the/ Love of poetry–and of life itself!” Just beautiful and true.
Kim — Your acrostic poem captures the very sentiments I was feeling today. We were on the same page. I especially felt the “kindred hearts” and that “every writer” was “inspiring the love of poetry – and of life itself!” Indeed. Despite the wicked realities smacking each person every day. Love this and you, Susie
“Renewing outlook of spirits” “outshining the backdrop of the venom and vomit” and “Euphoric freedom found in #verselove” Your poem and others I’ve seen from you take a form and make it so natural, that the reader is never distracted with the form. You used the acrostic masterfully here. Thanks for being a mentor, but more, a partner is poetry. You have made me feel like part of this community, Kim.
~Denise
{poem-ing}
There is space between the stanzas,
a spilling of words.
Often, when I yearn to hear myself,
I wander between them,
draw breath from their souls.
I carry their glimmer in my hands.
(Lines borrowed/slightly altered from Sarah, Donovan, (4/30) and Linda Mitchell, Jamie, Maureen Ingram, Susan Ahlbrand, Tammi, Emily Yamasaki 4/29)
We have spent our month with words. Thoughtful words. Thought-provoking words. Poetry-pretty words. Pen-spewed words. But really, we have spent this month with people. We have wandered between their words and drawn breath from their souls. We carry each of you in our hands (and hearts, as e.e. cummings would write). I wonder, are there words enough for thank you today?
Jennifer,
I love this idea that “there is space between the stanzas a spilling of words.” I often think as much about what a poem does not say as what it does say. You have been one of my ho-to inspirations this month. Before reading your poem I thought about e.e.cummings as I wrote my poem. He’s always been a favorite poet (as long as I don’t think about his life). Thank you for being a steadfast presence for me. ❤️
—Glenda
Glenda, I’m so glad to have “met” you here. I, too, am inspired by your words and thoughts each day. I feel we are kindred in many ways. Funny that we both thought of e.e. today. Perhaps we shall meet for pork chop sandwiches in Idaho someday (and maybe invite Dan Gemeinhart!).
Thank you for sharing Jennifer! I loved the lines “I wander between them” because it made me feel like poetry is really and exploration. There isn’t necessarily a specific way to write and poetry is a medium to discover things about ourselves.
Thank you, MIchelle. We have certainly had the chance to explore each other’s words this month. I’m so glad you have joined us here, becoming an integral part of this shared space. I have enjoyed reading your words.
Jennifer, that feel of wandering between the words helps me see that these spaces are big enough to get lost in the good and know that the space doesn’t go away just because I don’t see it or experience it in between poetry writing days with our group. The spirit of poetry lives on. Thank you!
Kim, I love that you always get me looking beyond my sight range – seeing that this space continues to exist even when we aren’t here is a beautiful example. So glad to have spent time with you here in April.
Jennifer,
I love this idea us existing in “space between the stanzas.” You have keep our breath alive this month with your generous presence every day in the way you carry our “glimmer in my hands.” This is GORGEOUS imagery.
Sarah
Sarah, thank you for your generous spirit, your inspiration, and your presence. We appreciate you and everything you bring to us each day. Thank you for helping us to trust in this therapy-word gift.
Jennifer, I love the borrowed lines and how they really move together to create a new bright and powerful poem. Thank you for sharing all your poems this month and providing thoughtful and meaningful comments.
Thank you! I have loved seeing your approach to the prompts and the way you enable us to see words (and numbers) in new ways and in relation to one another. Thanks for becoming an integral part of this space.
Jennifer . . .
This is precious. And I am honored to have a line in it.
The “space between the stanzas” will hang with me for a while.
Your contributions and feedback have been so key to #verselove.
Susan, thank you! This is truly a nurturing and growing space. You have been a key contributor to that. Thanks for sharing a line with me today.
Oh, wow! Thank YOU. I love that we have all met here and shared somethingS really important and meaningful. I will carry your poem-ing with me. It’s a perfect pocket poem, don’t you think?
Linda,
Thank you!! I am actively googling pocket poems now. Yes. Meeting in this space has been incredible. (As has our back and forth of sharing a line.)
Gosh, Jennifer, this is so eloquently, gracefully said. What a marvelous connection to our writers and to the whole experience. The “space between the stanzas” – yes! Each line fits perfectly. All your words here are precious. I’m glad we were poets together this month! Thank you, Susie
Thank you, Susie! I look forward to seeing what you craft, always so deftly, each day. And the meaningful responses you give to others are so helpful. It’s been my pleasure to “meet” you in this space.
Jennifer, thank you for your poeming today. I will go back and re-read the poems you’ve cited afterward, so I can see how you crafted this sweet tribute/thank you closing poem for April. I love how you drew breath from the words of others today to make something full and new.
~Denise
Thank you Denise! Your pieces have brought life into this space throughout April. I’m so glad you we have been able to find connections through writing and ideas here. Thank you for giving of yourself this month.
Whoo boy! How to say thanks for something so big, so meaningful and rich as a month of writing with you all? That’s a tall order! I am intimidated enough to go searching for mentor text to follow and I came across, Thanks by W.S. Merwin. You can read his truly gorgeous poem here: https://poets.org/poem/thanks
Mine is
Thanks
Poets
as the last moments of April skip between raindrops I am saying thank you
I am putting down my pen, picking it up again to say thank you
I am leaving my cozy chair and my coffee stained notebook to enter the day’s business saying thank you
I am standing on the banks of your poems
to say thank you
I gaze at your streams of soul-bearing words, comic scenes, births and deaths
saying thank you
I have run out of classrooms, seminars and libraries saying thank you
books held to my chest, just one to many with
storiesand poems, recipes for life saying thank you
through screens we have met clicking away at keyboards
and I say thank you, thank you, thank you
these words will be stored away somewhere someday appreciative
only your eyes and your hearts will know them until
someday even these will slip away and I still say thank you
you’ve grown in me in ways that sun lives in dandelions
cardinals and clouds, I say thank you
for the breath of your words mingled with mine I say thank you
snapping my umbrella open and stepping out into the storm
thank you
Linda, I am utterly in awe of this poem, your writing, your words, today. (It is far better than W.S. Merwin’s). I want to skip between raindrops in those last moments of April and live in dandelions the way the sun lives there. These two lines are going to sustain me for a very long time. I’m not certain anyone could write a better thank you..
Thank you.
Linda,
WOW! Your poem is gorgeous and generous. It captures the essence of this month, which filled every waking moment. I awoke thinking about the day’s prompt, went to bed thinking about the next day’s prompt. I was consumed. I love everything about your poem, but my favorite lines are “you’ve grown in me in ways that sun lives in dandelions / cardinals and clouds.” We’re all part of one another. Thank you. Peace and love to you.
—Glenda
Thank you for sharing Linda! I loved the line “I am standing on the banks of your poems” because it made me feel how special and important poetry is and how all poets before us have inspired and impacted us.
Linda—I am now too intimidated to write my own poem!!!
This is absolutely beautiful—the repetition, the flow, the imagery. By the breath of your words mingled with mine, I say thank you. Thank you, Linda!
Linda, this is such a heartfelt thank you- the kind that gratefully acknowledges all the moments we have shared together this month. Your ending – – snapping the umbrella and stepping out into the storm – feels like our time together has prepared you (and all of us) with strength for all of the things we face in the coming days. Beautifully written with sincere expressions!
Linda,
This is marvelous. I appreciate so much about it, but truly love these two lines:
“I am standing on the banks of your poems
to say thank you”
Linda,
Your overflowing thanks is just the way to start this day of thankfulness poems. What a graceful mentor poem you found, and you have used it well for your images. I love the skipping between raindrops beginning of April and ending with the storm. We will meet some storms, and we will continue to say thank you for the love, for the appreciation of our shared words and experiences. Thank you so much for this exquisite thank you letter.
~Denise