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Our Host: Katrina Morrison
Katrina Morrison teaches English and German in a rural community in Osage County, Oklahoma. She has worked in education her entire career. This is her 19th year in the classroom. She has a master’s degree in Higher Education Leadership from Northeastern State University and a bachelor’s degree in English from the University of Oklahoma. In addition to teaching, she worked in admissions and student services and in financial aid at Phillips Theological Seminary. This month marks her fifth year of writing and discussing poetry via EthicalELA.
Inspiration
Every day, I discover new and familiar poetry in my inbox. One great source is Poets.org. In a recent email, I learned of A. Van Jordan, who “holds the humanities and sciences chair in English at Stanford University and lives in Oakland, California.” (Poets.org). It was his poem “Grandfather” that caught my eye. “Grandfather” is the inspiration for today’s prompt, which I am calling a “Dictionary Poem.” If anything can define and expound upon the meaning of a word, it is poetry.
Process
Pick a word to take apart and put back together in a poem. Begin with the dictionary definition of the word. Obviously, some words will offer multiple meanings. Craft your poem however you will. After the definition, expound upon the word’s meaning.
As always, your own interests and the vicissitudes of life may direct you to write a haiku or a villanelle or free verse today.
Katrina’s Poem
ger – mane (adj.): being at once
relevant and appropriate: fitting
A vocabulary word written
On the white board
To be copied by
Students
ger – mane (adj.): stay on point
Don’t go chasing rabbits
Look for context clues
Stick to the script
Read the room,
Teacher.
ger – mane (adj.): what is always
Germane within these four
Brick walls is kindness &
Helpfulness & honesty
& willingness to
Learn.
Your Turn
Now, scroll to the comment section below to write your own poem. (This is a public space, so you may choose to use only your first name or initials depending on your privacy preferences.) Not ready? That’s okay. Read the poems already posted for more inspiration. Ponder your own throughout the day. Return later. And, if the prompt does not work for you, that is fine. All writing is welcome. Just write something. Oh, and a note about drafting: Since we are writing in short bursts, we all understand (and even welcome) the typos and partial poems that remind us we are human and that writing is always becoming. If you’d like to invite other teachers to write with us, tell them to subscribe. Also, please be sure to respond to at least three writers.
Tearsrain /rān/
noun
the moisture condensed from the atmosphere that falls visibly in separate drops..
verb
rain falls.
Gray clouds gather, wait
Earth tilts her dry face upward
Heaven’s tears release
Drumming on window
Nature’s rhythm comforts me
Sleep comes with each drop
What falls from above
Becomes river, lake, and sea
Life’s cycle renewed
Tears of sky baptize
Bringing death and renewal
World washed clean again
Natalie, My favorite lines are “Earth tilts her dry face upward” and the “World washed clean again.” Pure purification! Thank you for writing and sharing this!
Natalie, this is such a fascinating word. Is tearsrain a real phenomenon? “tears of sky baptize” is beautiful
Natalie,
This is lovely. The tear imagery evoked a memory of a favorite uncle who always said, “The angels are weeweeing” when it rained.
Katrina,
Again, thanks for the prompt and for hosting. Your mentor poem is just what I needed. ‘Preciate you.
Bless Your Heart
bless your heart (noun phrase) 1. a southern expression of sympathy;
genuine,
authentic,
sincere,
kind concern.
bless your heart (adjective phrase) 2. a southern expression of contempt;
condescending ,
sarcastic,
derisive,
aloof scorn.
After hearing
her friend’s concern,
she responded:
bless your heart—
not with those
exact words
but by pivoting
to a near-ish
topic.
Glenda Funk
3-18-25
Glenda,
it’s all in the tone isn’t it? I like how you show how this phrase can have two completely different meanings. I’ve experienced both.
Glenda, your poem shares how many people can be passive aggressive with language. The difference between authentic and condescending is such a dichotomy. I can hear the disappointment of expecting something more than “aloof scorn.” Powerful poem!
Hello Glenda! It depends on the tone! I like how you showed someone avoiding a real response by changing the subject! This was so creative!
Glenda, that’s so interesting how one phrase can be meaningful in one person’s mouth and a barb in another’s. Your italicized description, with “not with those / exact words” explains a lot.
Hi again,
Late posting, as expected, thanks to long-winded nonsense in staff meetings. I decided to try the strikethrough form to highlight a poem in between.
DefiningWabi-SabiFind beauty
in imperfection and impermanenceAppreciating thesimple pleasuresof a cup of teaRoots in Zen Buddhism and isdeeply ingrained inJapanese culture andartA weathered tree trunkor a moss-covered stonerepairingbrokenpotterywith goldhighlighting
the cracks and imperfectionsrather than hidingthemIt promotes a focus onthe present moment©Stacey L. Joy, 3/18/25
Stacey,
I love this twist on a dictionary poem! Wabi sabi is one of the key concepts I strive to teach my seventh graders, even as I struggle with it myself.
Your whole poem makes me happy, especially
And
Hope writing this was a balm against “long-winded nonsense.”
Oh my! I had to laugh when reading your opening note. I completely understand the “long winded nonsense”. Love your poem. The strike out shows the essence of beauty. Love the “moss-covered stone/broken with gold”. Gorgeous!
Oh, Stacey, this is lovely. I enjoyed reading it before the strike throughs and after. I especially like “broken with gold” Beautiful! Sorry for the nonsense in your meeting!
Thank you for the prompt, Katrina! It reminds me the poems Kwame Alexander wrote in his verse novel Crossover. I call them Vocabulary poems, but Dictionary makes sense too. I like your word choice of germane. My word is “kindness.”
Kindness Defined
Kindness /káɪnd-ness/, a noun
the quality of being friendly,
generous, and considerate.
As in “he thanked them
for their kindness and support.”
Kindness is acceptance,
generosity multiplied
beyond measure, as in
“Mother Theresa’s kindness
knew no boundaries.”
Kindness is recognizing
that people have the right
to make mistakes,
and still be valued,
still be heard and seen.
Kindness is what makes
us human—
the open hand,
the soft word,
the cheering look,
the welcoming smile.
Leilya, this is the poem I needed to hear today. I love the gentleness in your poem. I’m glad you included the line about mistakes.
I was reminded of The Crossover, too. I call them Definition poems.
Leilya,
thank you for this gentle poem.
I feel such comfort reading your last stanza. Makes ne think of times that I’ve been comforted by kind strangers. Good to remember in these disconcerting times when the news is filled with so many stories of hate and chaos.
Wow, love this poem, Leilya. I adore the final parallelism of your final stanza. “the open hand, /the soft word, the cheering look, the welcoming smile”. Yes, to all those behaviors. People who exude that particular kindness are always the most popular people. Your reference to Mother Theresa also shows how important kindness is. Love everything about this poem. Stunning!
Hello Leilya! You beautifully defined how kindness goes beyond its definition in the dictionary. I love how you connect kindness to people in simple gestures like a welcoming smile!
Leilya, I love this! “Kindness is what makes / us human”! Your last stanza is perfection: “the open hand, / the soft word, / the cheering look, / the welcoming smile.” These vivid details are so warm and comforting!
Leilya, your kindness poem made me smile. It is just like you. I love that each stanza holds an aspect of kindness–acceptance, recognizing…, what makes us human. So lovely, and I appreciate the last sweet details.
Katrina,
Thanks for this fun prompt and great mentor texts. Nice reminder that I should actually take the time to read the poem of the day rather than just let it sit there in my junk mail.
Your teacher wisdom is germane!
Love your sweet ending:
————————————————-
Visiting the O.E.D. in March
march, v. intransitive. To walk in a military manner with regular and measured tread
march, v. intransitive. To take part in a protest march, rally, demonstration, or similar event
March, n. The third month in the Julian and Gregorian calendar
march, n. spec. That part of England which borders on Wales
march, n. The spore of an otter
so much march to march
against this March—shall we fly
and march to the march?
Sharon, I like the title of your poem, and I am sure visiting the Oxford English Dictionary is great any month, but you made march special. The haiku and multiple meanings of march in your poem are so skillfully integrated. Thank you!
Sharon, sharing these widely different meanings of March exemplifies reasons students may be confused in our classes if we don’t allow time for unquestioned questions! The same word can mean sssssooooo many things that we have to take into consideration the contest to understand stand whether the word is being used as a noun, verb, adjective or adverb. WOW!! Then you use so many in their response and a haiku and we can tell what you mean!
This is great, Sharon! I love the different definitions you provide, especially the last one. Who knew? Not me. Your haiku is brilliant. Nicely done.
Sharon,
March is a flexible word w/ so many variables. I love the homage to the OED and how it leads to your clever poem. April 5 is the next 50-50-1 march. Let’s go!
I think I’ve found
another one,
a contronym
like cleave or
buckle or
oversight, like
fast or ravel or
sanction, like
clip or consult or
dust and wear
and screen and
lease and left
and off and out
and garnish and
finished and custom;
Words that also
contain their opposites,
so, anecdotally, if
we consider my
sixth hour class
of seniors (a week
before spring break)
to “lock in” means,
according to them,
to be highly focused
and committed to the
task at hand, but
what I’m discovering
is that it also may
mean, no thanks, I’m
really not that
interested in working
today during our
self-directed in-class
work time.
_________________________________________
Katrina, thank you for your mentor poem and prompt today! Though my offering is not quite a “dictionary poem,” it did offer me the opportunity to revisit the dictionary, which proved rather germane 🙂 , in exploring multiple contronyms.
Scott,
Love it. I’m on spring break now, but last week my penultimate class was shocked that I was trying to focus then when they were “locked in.”
Thanks for this impressive list of contronyms—fun word—and the all to relatable ending.
Happy almost spring break!
Scott, your samples of contronyms are ranging widely. You could easily teach a lesson based on your poem. Why not try it on your “locked in” students? Maybe, they’ll re-focus their attention from the thoughts about the spring break to some cool words. Thank you! I thoroughly enjoyed your craft today.
Scott, I don’t think you’ll take offense to this, but many times I feel like you your poems are taking me down a rabbit hole with you. A funny, smart, wicked rabbit hole. I really enjoy the ride!
Katrina, thanks for hosting today. I love the way your poem ends showcasing the positives of your classroom. All I ever wanted was the willingness to learn!
Undaunted
Resolute
1: marked by firm determination
after we were defeated,
we swore we would endeavor to persevere
steadfast in our beliefs,
we committed our tenacious spirits
to carry on,
but soon we heard our fight song
we reconfigured, reenergized
rising with teeth bared
hell-bent, we screwed our courage,
pushed forward, unflinching
against the hateful tide
ready to do-or-die
knowing today was
the day to make a difference
a day to rectify the wrongs,
a day to be relentless
because today was a very good
day to die
Barb Edler
18 March 2025
Barb,
I am fired up by this poem and the courage building throughout. You had me gasp in the final line of “way to die.” And in light of the world right now, I feel like every day is calling for this level of courage this knowing today “is” the day to make a difference. So powerful.
Sarah
Barb, your poems suggests the evokes memories of leaders of various Women’s movements across the centuries who revived their spirits and encourage us to do the same. Knowing we may die reminds us of the students who rode buses south during the mid 20th Century. Some knew they may die, but they were undaunted. A history lesson of 100 years in fewer than two dozen lines. The power of well chosen words!
Barb, I felt the same way as Sarah, as I read your poem. You’ve built up such an active “undaunted” courage throughout the poem. I, too, was taken aback by the final “today was a very good / day to die.” It makes me think when I could say something like this. Probably, when I feel that I’ve done enough, and if I die today, it’s okay. Hmm, provocative. I will think about it some more.
Barb, was it Steve Prefontaine, the runner, who had a famous quote about a good day to die? I think that’s why I’m feeling the sports here, but your poem can apply to so many different movements and groups and efforts.
Barb,
This is masterful. I love the ambiguity: Is the poem about war? About sports? About politics? We can read it so many ways. Love the resolve to fight, to make the day better. Love the allusion in “screwed our courage,” Love that you found inspiration in the mentor poem and were not confined to its form. My own thinking is always too literal.
Barb, you are a master at the twist at the end. The resoluteness of your poem–every single word, strong and determined. Then the last two lines had me gasp. I’m in awe.
Hi Katrina. This was a fun prompt. Today I came across a Philip Levine poem called “Magpiety” and immediately knew that would be my word. I felt like I could go on all day with this poem, but stopped myself.
Magpiety
By Mo Daley 3/18/25
magpiety , n. talkativeness, garrulity (esp. on religious or moral topics); affected piety
as in: one who claims persecution while hawking $60 Bibles handily packaged with with Constitutions, Declarations, and Pledges
as in: one who espouses Christian values while grabbing women by the p***y
as in: one who struggles to find a Commandment to his liking
as in: I used to think the world was gray, but now know it’s black and white
Mo, wow, your poem carries such a striking punch at the end! Love the way you formatted this poem and the way you define magpiety. I applaud your line: as in: one who espouses Christian values while grabbing women by the p***y. We need to get the gray back!
Mo,
What a fun word “magpiety”! And then you really turned this beautifully with the anaphora of as in:. There is so much meaning in each of these colons, almost like a winky before elaborating on the embodied, walking being of this meaning. Clever, craftful writing here.
Peace,
Sarah
Mo, did I tell you recently how incredibly you are in choosing topics and words? Today is no exception. You did it again! I love all the ways you re/define “magpiety.” The final line strikes a painful cord hinting on divisiveness of our society. Thank you!
Mo, I can’t believe magpiety is a real word. That is so awesome. It’s perfect for all your “as in: statements. Yes, you could have written so much more; it kind of makes me cringe.
noun
noun: beach; plural noun: beaches
verb
verb: beach; 3rd person present: beaches
run or haul up (a boat or ship) on to a beach.”at the water’s edge a rowboat was beached”
Beaches
Sand and stones at the glimmering edge
undulating and moving in and out
along an edge changing with the tides
making a grating sound as it moves
Further up, debri
remnants of a ship long stranded
now rusty and threatening
as pieces disintegrate
and wash ashore.
All symbols of time
constantly relocating
and changing,
evolving into something new.
Love the progress of your poem, Susan. Your last stanza is compelling, and I adore your final line “evolving into something new.”
Susan, your poems suggests the value of patience as one thing breaks down, something else is being built up! Those who remember some of the science we were taught recall that stone are simply compressed debris from the past,
A science lesson in a walk along the beach! More of your art.
Susan, I love the ending of your poem: “All symbols of time / constantly relocating / and changing, / evolving into something new.” Change is the only constant!
Sepia
noun: sepia
a brown pigment prepared from a black fluid secretedby cuttlefish, used in monochrome drawing and in watercolors.
a drawing done with sepia.plural noun: sepias
a blackish fluid secreted by a cuttlefish as a defensive screen.
adjective: sepia
Holding remnants of the past
In curiosity stricken eyes
The sepia toned photograph
Which has been held in place
By a magnet in the fridge
Moments never truly forgotten
As the brown photograph draws me in.
I love those sepia photographs! I am surprise that it is not so fragile as to be held on your refrigerator holding past memories.
Sepia is so beautiful – one of my favorite tones, and I love the way you play with the color here. The magnet holding it in place shows the memory preserved in time.
Well, back to the dictionary. That makes some of us wary. But, here’s what came to me after reading a *picture book in which a little girl asked her parent, “What does “majestic” mean?” and is asked, “Where’s your tablet? … “Let’s look up the word….”
Majestic
“Having or showing impressive beauty or dignity”
Beauty and dignity
What a goal, when one is getting old.
But a synonym like ostentatious makes the word seem bad
To be regal is fine. The other makes me feel sad.
However, apocalyptic may be just right
That word describes a major turning point
Ouch! Does that mean killer pain in my knee joint?
Well, one can be majestic without being ostentatious
If one sits quietly, glowing with light and sharing insight.
*The book is a picture book I created after writing the poem here on OPEN WRITE. It’s called CINDY & SANDY Learn about Elephants. (2022) Check it out when you have time.
Anna, I love the challenge your poem offers to the reader, “Well, one can be majestic without being ostentatious / If one sits quietly, glowing with light and sharing insight.” In a time when old age is often belittled, I find refreshing the possibilities your poem points to.
And you do sit glowing with light and sharing insight!
Hello Anna! I love how you conclude that true majesty comes from inner light and wisdom. I really enjoyed reading this and reflecting on it!
Katrina,
thank you for your dictionary prompt. I so love your poem, the look of it, and the heart. “Read the room, Teacher” is great advice. Thank you.
independent /ĭn″dĭ-pĕn′dənt/
adjective
~The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, 5th Edition
noun
1. I used to proudly call myself an independent, a moderate, ready to listen to both sides and make up my own mind.
2. I was willing to accept that a shorter swing of the pendulum of politics was good for solving problems.
3. Now I feel siloed into one side-only-ism, the pendulum has swung so damn far to the right, into oblivion, that being an independent to me now means a progressive.
Denise, thank you for sharing. I like your double alliteration in the line “a shorter swing of the pendulum was good for solving problems.” In this space, I have shared before and will probably share again the hope I find in the words of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., “The arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends toward justice.”
Denise,
This prompt certainly offered some poetic invitation to unpack the layered meanings of “independent.” You really took this up beautifully in the numbered past to present reflections, especially moving for me was “I feel siloed” and “now means” in the way others do the defining.
Sarah
Denise, I love how you show your new perspective. This truth works perfectly with the word “independent.” #3 really shows the crises in today’s political arena. Powerful poem!
Bravo!!
Denise, the shift is real. And it’s strongly felt.
Denise, your poem is so relatable to me on a personal level. The numbers show your growth, your learning and understanding of the shifting lexical semantics of “independent” for you. Thank you!
Adopted
uh-DOP-tud
adopted (adjective) legally made the son or daughter
of someone other than a biological parent
“but they aren’t your real parents”
different
unmatched
rootless
&
chosen
loved
cherished
Always
Defining
Oneness:
People
Teams
Ecclesiastic connections . . .
Doubt
Missing something . . .
feeling incomplete
Searching . . .
Finding . . .
Being a legally approved secret
protected shame
sealed still
years after knowing and relating
What are they afraid will happen?
Kelley, you have captured so much of what the adopted people I love seem to have experienced in life. They are “chosen, loved, cherished” but then the “doubt” sets in and you wonder about other truths. This is so powerful, especially the way you physically set apart “doubt” in the acrostic. Beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing it with us today.
You are welcome. This one pretty much wrote itself.
Wow, Kelley. I find these lines especially poignant, “Being a legally approved secret/protected shame/sealed still/years after knowing and relating.” Your final line leaves me wondering about “them.” Thank you for sharing. I wonder is sharing isn’t the key to unlocking secrets.
I found my birth family before the internet or DNA could help me. Yet California still refuses to let me see my original birth record. I found my dad’s birth parents–all long dead, as he is, yet Ontario still completely redacted his foster and pre-adoption records of all identifying names when I requested them. Hence my last question.
The text features here are stunning. That quote and the italics around “real” and the acrostic defining toward “doubt” echo the connotation of “searching” for truth for a “relating” that is honest. I try to be careful of attributing the subject to the author, so I will say the speaker here knows the chosen/love/cherished truth.
Peace,
Sarah
Thank you. It is about me, and my brother, and my dad . . . I’m from a family of adoptees. It also is about my frustration with records remaining sealed when my brother and I are in our 60s and I found my birth parents long ago, and my dad’s requested records coming to be heavily redacted. He died in 1979. From all I can find on the records, and it’s very sketchy, his birth dad would have died in the 50s or 60s and his birth mom in the 60s or 70s. Why not just open the records? Nobody is a minor anymore.
Kelley, this is right straight to the heart. It says what so many ask and would bring peace just having the knowledge of one’s birth roots.
Thanks, Katrina for this word study. To begin, I just googled the word of the day. Here it is…
admonish
verb
ad·mon·ish ad-ˈmä-nish
1: to express warning or disapproval to especially in a gentle, earnest, or solicitous manner
A whole life of quieting questions,
swallowing hurt, hushing praise,
living in the margins of disapproval, and
I think: I’m good at this, the hiding.
2: to give friendly earnest advice or encouragement to admonished them to be careful
How did I learn to wait through warning?
Was it taught to me in her encouragements:
towels misfolded, dishes rewashed, crumbs
collected to show me missed sweeps.
3: to say (something) as advice or a warning
What would I even do with praise? Would I
smother gratitude with cotton, drown compliments
in suds, sweep efforts under the rug? Or would I
keep quiet a whole life of trying to figure out
what I meant to her.
Sarah, wow. This is such a powerful format with the definition and then your italicized interpretations below each. The specific details of the admonishment and the seeming relentlessness of it is evident. That last line is haunting. Thank you.
Sarah, I love the way you wonder in the third stanza to the towels, dishes, and crumbs of the the second stanza to contemplate how things might have been different. Maybe, the definition should include an antonym. What would the antonym of “admonish” be?
Sarah, oof! Your poems emotions have my heart breaking Loved the power of your words: “living in the margins of disapproval, and
I think: I’m good at this, the hiding.”
Your poem’s questions are haunting, and that final “what I meant to her.” is a gut punch!
Thank you for your prompt today, Katrina, and a big thanks to the others that have given me prompts and encouragement to sit a moment and write. I want to thank you before my day takes my time and concentration away. Hope to do my poem a bit later.
Katrina, good morning/afternoon. Thank you for hosting us today. I love this prompt and your poem. I’m hoping I can get some writing in before our end of day staff meeting that usually zaps my joy. Looking forward to thinking about my word throughout the day.
🌹🌹
Katrina,
Ive read “Grandfather” several times and wrote a dictionary definition poem recently. I even crafted a prompt much like the one you shared today for my day in April but changed my mind and submitted a different one. I’ll return w/ my poem (maybe a new one) later tonight.
Glenda
Thanks for this prompt. I loved the model poem from A. Van Jordan, so I riffed off my grandmother name.
Mamére: (French). literally “my mother.” Mèmére: endearment for grandmother.
Oh, Margaret, this is beautiful. It was interesting to see the closeness of the words Mamére and Mèmére. It reminded me of “from the womb of her womb” and “Mother of mother” I love the snippet of life in your home with the grandchildren. Lovely!
Margaret, I love the imagery you use here which helps me see you in a different light. I can visualize the “art supplies in plastic drawers.” You also took me back in memory to my own grandmother’s home, where the toys were kitchen items kept in a drawer under the built-in range. I can “see” the copper jello molds.
Margaret,
what a lovely tribute.
I like how you switched to second person at the end and love your finale:
This has me thinking of memories of both my mom and my mémère with gratitude.
Thank you!
Margaret, that last bullet point reminds me of the day I first learned that mothers of daughters actually carried the egg that becomes the grandchild. Baby girls are born with all their eggs – – you reminded me of this, and it was an aha moment for me.
Katrina, what a great prompt! I turned to my notebook and wrote past my stop time. All sorts of bits tucked into my inspiration words. Thank you for the jumpstart this morning. I enjoy how the end lines of each of your stanzas makes it’s own poem directive.
Katrina, I love the exploration offered by this prompt. It sends my mind off on a thousand wild-horse tangents, causing me to pull hard on the reins. Your wordcraft with “germane” is fantastic. I agree with Jennifer: This could be – should be! – a poster on the classroom wall.
As for me…I will NOT be attempting the villanelle again today! I wrestled that form to the ground on Saturday and haven’t recouped the stamina yet to give it another go, ha. I went with an acrostic – because the word “shards” stays in my mind, and I keep turning it around and playing with it anyway, to find out all it wants to tell me. I love that word. So, here goes, and thank you again for the inspiration!
Defining
shard
(shärd) also sherd (shûrd)
n.
1. A broken piece or fragment, as of pottery or glass.
2. Zoology A tough scale or covering, such as the elytron of a beetle.
The Poet’s interpretation:
shards
plural
sharp-edged fragments of memory, or
seeking healing among remnants, despite suffering
Somewhere in the shattering
Healing awaits, disguised
As sharp points
Ready to draw yet more blood…
Dare to touch the memories. Discover
Scattered diamondlight, all around.
So cool! “Ready to draw yet more blood…” is fantastic. The danger is still there.
Fran, I absolutely love how this prompt is going to spin in a thousand directions for writers today. Just as I absolutely love the elevation the acrostic receives with your poem today. Both the horizontal and vertical interpretations are equally interesting. May I use your example with students? This is a definite classroom language play day poem.
By all means, Jennifer – use it! I am delighted for you to do so. Would love to hear what comes of it <3
Yay! Thank you!
Fran, once again you inspire us in so many unique ways – an acrostic, an acronym, a definition poem…..all in this one prompt. You found just the right mix of healing and injury and diamond light all around. Your poem reminds me that healing is a process – – plenty of resurrecting the pain but daring to want healing more.
Fran, your word choice and poignant definition bring tears today as I face the loss of a neighbor. His wife is the one I worry for; her life is shattered now. I pray for her healing all the while knowing how deep and dark grief can be when the loss is so close to the heart. Thanks for writing the tough stuff.
Shard is such a powerful word to explore. I love the impact this has. Scattered diamondlight is an incredible image, especially juxtaposed with the blood.
Fran, the magic of your words here is healing. “Dare to touch” and “discover scattered diamondlight” Oh, my diamondlight–you have created a word and a half there. Such a beautiful image. The acronym for SHARD should go into the world. Beautiful!
Fran, I felt an “OUCH” at the “sharp-edged fragments of memory.” Then in the last line you shine a ray of hope with the encouragement to “Discover/Scattered diamondlight, all around.” Thank you for sharing!
Oh, Fran. I do understand the shard. Love the sharp word choices, and the undeniable beauty in your final line: “Scattered diamondlight, all around.” Sensational poem!
What a great prompt today, Katrina. Your output is clever! Mine went in a different direction.
bury
bur-y (verb): to cover from view
in exasperation
and disbelief
at what people
say
and what people
do,
my head drops into
my open prayer hands
bur-y (verb) : to dispose of by depositing in or as if in the earth
sometimes we bury the truth
or our emotions
and
sometimes we bury the hatchet
but today
we bury my father-in-law.
~Susan Ahlbrand
18 March 2025
Oh, my goodness. First, I’m sorry for the sadness today carries with it. “open prayer hands” is a phrase I want to steal. It’s beautiful.
Hugs, Susan. We write what we feel at any given time and it’s hard to separate the two. The visual of “open prayer hands” is a powerful one. It causes me to rethink this gesture, its meaning, its weight, and I will hold that with me.
Oh, Susan…my heart wrenches. That unexpected final line. Peace to your family this day and in the days to come, which are often harder. How beautifully constructed, this poem, encompassing any number of things “covered from view,” but not forgotten, not at all. Thank you for the gift of this-
Susan, I’m so sorry for your loss. I’ve always been convinced that the words and poems find us. We don’t find them, we merely follow where they lead. Your word came to you, and you did beautiful things with it.
That last stanza hits hard. I’m so sorry. The form is affective for your emotions today.
Oh, Susan, what a shocking ending. There is so much truth about burying here, like “my head drops into / my open prayer hands”, “bury the truth or our emotions”, “bury the hatchet”. You wrote a beautiful poem even without “but today / we bury my father-in-law” Peace and comfort to you and your husband and all the family.
Susan, you are in my thoughts as you say goodbye to your father-in-law. The image of “my head drops into/my open prayer hands” might bring an image of hopelessness to mind. On the contrary, it is all we can do sometimes to keep going. It is our means to hope sometimes.
Susan,
I love the image of
The last stanza made me gasp. I like your choice to delay this gut-punch meaning to last.
So sorry for your loss. Sending love and peace to you ans your family.
Katrina, this is a form that I want to continue returning to. I imagine endless possibilities. What a way to have students dive into meaning of words! Your poem could be hung on classroom walls as a guide (though rabbit chasing is a favorite endeavor of mine). Thank you for introducing us to A. Van Jordan – what a powerful poem!
A Teachers’ Dictionary
im·ag·i·na·tion
/iˌmajəˈnāSH(ə)n/
noun
1: formation of new ideas from those gathered and shared (*see etymology)
2a: writing class opens with prompts, inspiration
Your word journey is yours to explore through imagination.
2b: examples allow students to envision
Use your imagination to create a sculpture poem that leads the reader’s eye as images emerge.
2c: graphic novel, screenplay, first chapter, poem
Inventors select and explore options designed to bring imagination alive.
*{7th gr, 21st c, Eng class; a “notion/fancy,” action noun where students create, ability of the mind to form images, from tinkerer trying something new, from imaginer bringing into being}
How beautiful! I know 7th graders would love this and want to write a similar dictionary poem. “Your word journey” is fabulous.
Love every definition here, Jennifer, along with the words “tinkerer” and “imagineer” – are there any better words to describe the writer?? I think not!!
Your 2c definition is my favorite – – the poem, first chapter, graphic novel, screenplay. The imagination coming alive on paper or stage through creative art……by tinkerers! Oh, how I love to think we are tinkerers. Kind of like a Tinkerbell fairy, making art come to life. Full of wonder and spark today.
I would love to be in your classroom where imagination was defined and set free. I especially like the format of the bracket. “notion/fancy” as an action noun. Yes!
This inspires me! Now I want to write a 12th grade version. The title is perfect and the repeated italicizing of imagination and its synonyms makes the message resound. Well done.
Can I be a 7th grader in Ms. Jowett’s class? I would love to be a part of a group that get to “[form] new ideas from those gathered and shared”
Jennifer, you had me at “writing class opens with prompts…” And then “graphic novel, screenplay, first chapter, poem” – all such wonderful opportunities for exploring the imagination. Thank you.
Katrina, thank you for hosting us today and inspiring us to think about words and their meanings.
support
sup-port (v) – to hold up or bear the weight of
ex: the toothpicks I need for my eyelids this morning
sup-port (n) – assistance
ex: three hours on the phone with a computer technician
sup-port (adj) – the type of something
ex: having your own emotional support shark
Kim, hold my toothpick. I’ve got a story to tell you… phew! I can relate. I love what you’ve done here (I support you!). Each entry clearly defines support–we envision it. We feel it. We’ve been there. We need it. My principal gave me an emotional support potato at the beginning of the year and I’d never felt more truly seen (there’s a play on eyes somewhere).
lol. yes to the toothpicks! Wonderful humor tucked into this definition.
Kim – the toothpicks are surely needed after the three-hour
tortureexperience of the computer technician – alas!! But I am most intrigued by “having your owm emotional support shark”! I need to know more! I picture a Squishmallow! All that being said — thank you for all the profound support YOU are. I am ever-grateful for it. We humans are at our best when we remember how much we need each other.I didn’t expect the “toothpick” here. Ha! The three hours on the phone is too real. Argh!
Amusing images and well-done poem. Is it cheeky of me that I was waiting for the bra and girdle stanza?
Kim, you chose a word with multiple meanings that gives us a snippet of your times. I’ll look forward to reading more details on your blog. I trust your support Schnoodles are there for you.
Kim, I love the honesty and humor of your poem. In particular, would that we had “emotional support sharks.” LOVE IT!
This was very cleaver! I like how you incorporated all aspects of the definition such as verb, noun, and adjective. Great imagery!
Three hours with a computer technician says it all! You do need that emotional support shark. Hang in there!
Kim, I smiled reading the second line because I, too, felt like needing those toothpicks for support this morning after arriving home past midnight and getting up early to rush to work. I’d give up on that technician after 15 minutes; you are so patient. Love your approach to this prompt! Thank you.