Welcome to Day 3 of the August Open Write. If you have written with us before, welcome back. If you are joining us for the first time, you are in the kind, capable hands of today’s host, so just read prompt below and then, when you are ready, write in the comment section below. We do ask that if you write that, in the spirit of reciprocity, you respond to three or more writers. To learn more about the Open Write, click here.

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Leilya lives in Ponchatoula, LA, a small town near New Orleans. She teaches and coordinates the English Education Program at Southeastern Louisiana University. Leilya loves people, cultures, their rich traditions, books of all kinds, and a freshly-brewed, steaming cup of coffee. She has served as a co-editor of Study and Scrutiny: Research on Young Adult Literature. Currently, she is a column editor for The ALAN Review. She reads, writes, listens to music, visits her children and grandchildren, or travels with her husband. Her latest book, Where Stars Meet People: Teaching and Writing Poetry in Conversation (2023), invites readers to explore and write poetry.

Inspiration 

Usually, I am more of an optimist who looks forward to the start of the week, especially the first day of school after a break. My fall semester starts in two days – yay! I miss my students and all the classroom action. However, this doesn’t mean I’m immune to the “Monday Blues” every now and then. I know many people experience it more frequently; for some, it begins on Sunday afternoon with feelings of unease, sadness, or stress.

The Monday Blues aren’t confined to just Mondays. The transition from the flexible and relaxing weekend or vacation to the structured work or school space with a busy week ahead, along with the responsibilities and pressures, can be intimidating. 

One of my coping strategies is to plan something enjoyable for Monday. If I have time, I may spend a few extra minutes preparing my favorite breakfast, plating it as if in a fine dining establishment. Realistically, this luxury is rare, especially for school teachers. Instead, I might plan a small treat after work, like a walk in the park, a lunchtime visit with a friend, or an engaging class activity. When my students are active and interested, it makes my Monday easier, more enjoyable, and less disruptive.

What helps you?  Think of something that may bring you joy and alleviate anxieties of an upcoming work day/week. You may always write a poem and make it your Monday treat.  Let’s fare through our Monday together!

Today, I want to introduce you to a lune

A lune poem, also known as an American haiku, is a short three-line poem. Lune poetry originated when American poets noticed that writing a haiku in English didn’t quite capture the essence of the Japanese form. Japanese words typically have more syllables, allowing for fewer words overall, so English poets adapted the form to better suit the language.

Poet Robert Kelly first created the lune in the 1960s. After some experimenting, he stopped on a 13-syllable poem with a 5-3-5 syllable structure: 5 syllables in the first line, 3 syllables in the second, and 5 syllables in the final line. Later, poet Jack Collom introduced a word-count variant of the lune that is more popular today: three words in the first line, five in the second, and three in the last (3-5-3 words).

Unlike haiku, lunes have no other rules. There is no need for a cutting word, rhymes are allowed, and the subject matter is open. While the syllable (or word) count is concise, this form offers more freedom. To read examples of Lune poetry, please follow this link. There are more explanations and examples here and there in the endless “cloud universe.”

Process

For your writing treat today, I would like you to connect the thoughts about “Monday Blues” and a lune poetry form.

To write a lune poem:

  1. you may think about your current state: worries, fears, anxieties or their absence;
  2. you may choose a word that carries your through challenging days;
  3. you may share with us about a person, place, or event that makes you feel safe, whole, and/or happy; 
  4. write about any of these things in a form of a Kelly or Collom three-line lune following either the 5-3-5 syllable structure, or 3-5-3 word count; 
  5. you may write one, two, three, or as many lunes as you want. They may be connected with a common theme or stand alone.

You also don’t have to write about Monday Blues or in a lune form at all. Write about what you want and however you want it to look, read, or sound. Have a wonderful, stress-free Monday! 

Leilya’s Poem

My lunes follow both structures beginning with a Collom lune “Monday.”

Monday

Comes and goes.
It brings and takes away
Leaving me wondering—

What is next?
How do I know it
Doesn’t take more

Than I can
Afford to lose in one
Single day?

My second lune follows Kelly’s 5-3-5 syllable structure. It is about my happy place; any time the blue is in view, I think about my grandkids recalling treasured moments from their visits. 

Sweet Visitors

Tip-toe, tip-toe… shh…
here they come
with dimples dancing

on their smiley cheeks
huge plans pop
in smart, little heads

so many at once:
let’s draw, sing,
eat sweet berry cake,

jump in rain puddles,
play the game,
swim in that cool pool,

chase the dragonflies,

or simply
share a good story.

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. Also, please be sure to respond to at least three writers. 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.

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Amber

I was having coffee with a friend that I don’t get to see very often. We seek out opportunities to spend time together whenever we can in the midst of living hours away and being very busy. These moments are filled with so much joy and peace, which I don’t explicitly express. But I wanted to freeze this one for myself. I decided to make a graphic that I think I will also post on my social media stories so that perhaps it will pop up from time to time in my memories.

Freezing the Feeling

Between blues;
where the tongue was loose —
my heart clutched.

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tellio

Here are two poems. One sticks to the prompt, one strays.

Lune #1

How the day slides by.

nearly done.

watercolor spent.

Lune #2
(see image)

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Leilya Pitre

These are both beautifully crafted poems, tellio! Thank you for writing and sharing. They both seem philosophical to me. Some days seem like they ‘slide by” unnoticed, and the the others carry the trace of “watercolor spent.” Thank you for the second lune with an image too.

Mariah

A day late!

How

I’m sure that
she was only five
yesterday

Not a backward glance
As she hopped
On that yellow bus

On Thursday
We’ll make a new bed
on campus

In another town
Not too far
But not here with me

Angie

Oh wow, Mariah. Loved how you transitioned the stanzas between 3-5-3 and 5-3-5 syllables. So creative and I love the “she was only five” in the 5 syllable line! So much good going on here to describe growing up and moving out! ♥️

Anna J. Small ROSEBORO

Mariah, your poem captures so well the ZOOM years of our children …and for those who’ve been teaching in the same school.. time flies when you’re having fun. Our kids and teens are soon off on the yellow bus to KINDERGARDEN and all of a sudden off on the bus to COLLEGE!

Leilya Pitre

Mariah, I am so glad you found time to be here, even if a bit late. I understand how busy people are. It’s unbelievable how fast time flies, and our kids seem to grow from 5 to 25 overnight. I also sense your longing for the past years, when she was with you. It’s not easy to let kids go; and these lines made my heart squeeze with pain:
On Thursday
We’ll make a new bed
on campus”

Thank you for sharing, and good luck to your little girl!

Amber

I like the use of the lunes here. And I got a little excited and sad as next year my oldest will be going to college. All the hugs for you as you move forward through time that doesn’t stop.

Glenda Funk

Leilya,

Thank you for hosting. I think we can all relate to your Monday poem. Your tribute to grands is sweet. 🥰

I was inspired by the DNC speakers tonight so wrote a series of lines in response. If you watched, you’ll see the hand of Steve Kerr in the first two. The third is to honor the incomparable Shirley Chisholm whom I’m old enough to remember. Of course all union members know the outspoken president of the UAW. Union 💪

we can do it

armchair coach
sits on the sidelines
making calls

leadership
requires service
to others

in Shirley’s shadow 
we stand breaking glass ceilings
this election year

Trump’s a scab 
when we fight we win
vote Harris

Glenda Funk

Leilya Pitre

Hi, Glenda, thank you for crafting these lunes. Unfortunately, I didn’t have time to watch the convention. I was working in my office, but my husband was watching, so I heard bits and pieces.
What I like about your lunes is a matter-of-fact vibe to each statement that clearly conveys the speaker’s position.
The second one should be made into a law for all levels of leadership.
The one about Shirley gives me hope.
The final one is a call for action, and this is what we need.

Denise Hill

I love this, Glenda! What a great way to grab ‘snippets’ of something and shape it with this form to make a complete narrative of an event. I’m going to try this! (A fun way for students to create summaries of readings/videos.)

Barb Edler

Glenda, your second stanza is such a powerfully placed section of your poem. Service to others is so important and what I want to see from our leaders. Scab is the perfect “union” word, too. Powerful poem!

Stacey Joy

Yes!! I love this and I believe we can win!

Denise Krebs

Leilya,
Your poems are great. I like how they continue from one to another, with interesting enjambment. Your grandchildren poem is so awesome, such an antidote to a busy Monday.

Thank you for teaching us about this American haiku. I will have fun playing with these new forms, but the hour is late, and I have just two to add. I was here this morning but didn’t stop to write. Later, when I was out I wrote some paint chip lune poems using pink colors, in honor of my granddaughter. These are all words from the pink paint chips. I tried one of each type of lune. More about my process here.

sweet naivetebaby dreamsgentle blushing bloom

bunny nose pinktaste of berry cherub blossomsunrise’s rosy glow

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Denise Krebs

Oops, I meant…

sweet naivete
baby dreams
gentle blushing bloom

bunny nose pink
taste of berry cherub blossom
sunrise’s rosy glow

Leilya Pitre

Oh, so sweet, Denise! Every word shows how much you love being a grandma, and I can easily relate. When my were born, I would just sit watching them sleep for hours if I could. Love the images in pink you created: bunny nose, cherub blossom, sunrise. Thank you for your lunes!

tellio

I think I like your first version better. It makes us slow down.

tellio

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Amber

The visual and flavors and smells that come with these lunes are simply magnificent. This poem lights me up with pink!

Glenda Funk

Denise,
Your poems show that proud grandma glow. I love the image of baby cheeks and thought of cherubs as I read your lines, and then you have the angelic word in the next half. 🥰

Denise Hill

This is so sweet! Tears to my eyes! Only a WRITER would think to grab up that many colors to try to find the right one – and then write about it in prose and poetry! Honestly! We live such rich lives created by our own sense of creativity. You’re proof! Congrats on the beautiful bundle of joy – hope is all around us!

Tammi Belko

Leilya,
Thank you for introducing me to this new form, and your poems. I can feel the joy your sweet grandchildren bring through your words: dimples dancing, draw, sing, eat sweet berry cake and there’s nothing better than sharing a good story.

Sorry I’m getting to this so late today. Getting used to a new position in a new district and this Monday was a doozy.

New Job

Genesis
exhilaration
Come Monday

Liveliness
and intensty
New topography

Leilya Pitre

Evening, Tammi, no worries. Congratulations on the new position! Hope it brings satisfaction and growth. “Liveliness and intensity” seem to go together, especially in a new work environment. Thank you for making it to this space after such a busy day.

Denise Krebs

Tammi, such interesting word choice. Nice. I like the way “Genesis / exhilaration” sounds. Enjoy your new job! I hope the topography gets more familiar soon.

Denise Hill

Ohhh, that ‘new job’ feeling – ! Congrats on that, and I hope it goes well (they are fortunate to have you on board!). I also love the “intensity / new topography” – the idea of new ground, shaky ground, but also – yes – exhilarating and lively! And these little forms make it so easy to document big moments and squeeze them into busy lives. Thank you!

Anna J. Small ROSEBORO

Tammi, your poem captures the enthusiasm for you new job that we pray our students have for their time with us. For years I taught incoming students and your second stanza captures that sense,

Liveliness
and intensity
New topography

Wishing you will and look forward to the poems you probably will be writing about your “New Job”.

Barb Edler

Tammi, I love your word choices throughout your lunes. I bet you are on cloud nine. Enjoy this new job and all it offers!

Stacey Joy

Leilya, yay!
Thank you for this fun prompt using a form I haven’t heard of before. I love haiku so this was right up my alley.

Sunday my goal was
Do no work
Monday’s tasks hit hard

Tuesday, early out
Long meetings
Eager for hump day

Wednesday, halfway there
Start planning
To free up Friday

Thursday seems to last
FOREVER
Stay late, make copies

Friday feels lighter 
Gives me hope
Sweet sleep and Netflix

©Stacey L. Joy, 8-19-24

Mo Daley

What a week! I remember those days. TGIF, indeed!

Leilya Pitre

Hi, Stacey! I hear you. The week always seems like a race to that place where we can catch the breath. I am grateful for your final stanza:
“Friday feels lighter 
Gives me hope
Sweet sleep and Netflix”
It gives me hope too. Thank you. Have a wonderful school year!

Oh, the brevity of each stanza captures the “tasks that hit hard.” So true. What a contrast and relief to get to the “sweet sleep”. That phrase extends and resonates longer with the rhyme.

Sarah

Tammi Belko

Yup! That’s my week too. I’m trying hard to enjoy my weekends, but then Mondays just slam me. Your last stanza is definitely spot on!
“Friday feels lighter 
Gives me hope
Sweet sleep and Netflix”

Denise Krebs

Stacey, I’m glad you finally got to that sweet Friday in your poem. Your poem has a nice comforting ending.

Maureen Young Ingram

Thank you, Leilya! I attempted both lune forms, a brief bit of poetry play in the midst of a full day. Thanks!

dappled tender light
foundation
last day of summer 

summer ends
like a surprise storm
suddenly

Mo Daley

Ooh! I love all the S sounds. Your poems make me think of T S Eliot- beautiful glimpses into your thoughts.

Jeania White

Maureen,
Both of these are exquisite! The dappled tender light and summer ends like a surprise storm feel like smooth dark chocolate after a long day….sweet and luscious!

Leilya Pitre

Hi, Maureen! I love the image of “[d]appled tender light;” and it draws me into your lune.

Leilya Pitre

I haven’t finished commenting yet 🙂
The alliteration with [s] creates such a dynamic movement in the second stanza that brings the change “suddenly.” Beautifully done! Thank you.

Tammi Belko

Maureen,
st
“summer ends
like a surprise storm
suddenly” — so true.

The end of summer always does seem to sneak up. This stanza also depicts the crazy weather that we’ve been having lately.
We had several tornadoes touch down in our area two weeks ago and they came on so suddenly. One minute blue skies, the next our phones were blowing up and the storm was rolling in.

Stacey Joy

Hi Maureen,
As a lover of “s” words in poetry, your final lines resonated with me. It’s crazy how the end of summer feels so tumultuous, right?

Enjoy the final moments of sweet summer.

Barb Edler

Gorgeous poem, Maureen. I love your opening, and the surprise storm ended. Great word choices throughout to create this powerful sensory scene.

Barb Edler

Leilya, thank you for hosting today and offering a variety of ways to approach today’s prompt. Love the “dimples dancing” line and the good-hearted nature of your poems.

Happy Hour

I love a chill bar
where locals
share fond memories

a juke box plays my
favorite 
tunes like Drift Away

sipping homemade schnapps
sharing tales
finding my rhythm

Barb Edler
19 August 2024

Maureen Young Ingram

This poem makes me feel happy, Barb – ‘finding my rhythm’ while that ‘juke box plays’ – love this lune form for this cheerful poem.

Mo Daley

Finding my rhythm is such a great fit in this poem, Barb. It sounds like great place, but I’m not too sure about the homemade schnapps!

Susan Ahlbrand

What an image you paint! I wanna come hang out with you!
give me the beat boys and free my soul” hanging with locals sounds like heaven.

Leilya Pitre

I always wanted to find a place nearby “where locals share memories,” Barb. Your poem brings me to that cozy bar, creating such a friendly mood with your favorite tunes, and you find your rhythm. So comforting! Thank you.

Tammi Belko

Barb,

I love bars with juke boxes. Sounds like a really relaxing place.

Rex

Barb,

I liked the rhythm of the shipping sharing finding in the last stanza, and it ties well back to the third line. Homemade schnapps really brings a level of its own to the poem, as it is so specific to that “one place.” The juke box itself really says a lot about the spirit of the place you are at as well.

Susie Morice

Hi, Barb — each of these yields a real mellow sense. Happy Hour indeed! Susie

Stacey Joy

Barb! I want to go too! Sounds fun!

Glenda Funk

Barb,
This poem brings back some memories. Drift Away is the perfect song for the nostalgia in your verse. I miss the feeling of being in a local bar. The one we liked best burned down some years ago and never reopened.

Sharon Roy

Thanks, Leilya, for hosting. A short, accessible form is just what I need today.

Last day before
I meet my 168 kiddos
I am ready!

Happy new school year, y’all!

Leilya Pitre

I know you are ready, Sharon, because great teachers keep thinking about their future kids all summer long 🙂 Happy new school year to you too!

Kim Johnson

Happy new school year! Perfect day for a Lune – and a full moon!

Barb Edler

I love the positivity of your poem. Being ready means everything! Have a sensational year!

Maureen Young Ingram

Powerful – “I am ready!” Best wishes, Sharon, happy new year!

Tammi Belko

I love the last line “I am ready!”
Have a great year, Sharon!

Stacey Joy

Happy new school year! Those 168 faces will light up just for you! 🌟🌟🌟

Scott M

Happy new school year, Sharon. You are “ready!” You got this!

helenamjok

Am I enough?
Do I have that spark?
Sustainable, complete, whole.

I’m not sure
about all that, but I
know I’m here.

I am here
And it’s where I need
to be and

That is enough.

Leilya Pitre

That is absolutely enough, Helen(a?). You are where your heart believes you belong. I love how your poem progresses from questioning yourself to reassurance. Excellent! Enjoy your day.

gayle sands

Helen–that is enough. I love the optimism in that, and in knowing where you need to be. Enjoy it, and good luck with the new year!

Barb Edler

“That is enough” is surely the perfect end. Love how you show the various head questions we all struggle with.

Maureen Young Ingram

it’s where I need
to be”
Beautiful!!

Tammi Belko

Helen,
I feel the emotion in your words. Your poem reflects the uncertainties that many feel from time to time, especially at the start of a new school year. I just started a new position in a new district (teaching and learning curriculum department) and I find myself asking those questions too.

I love how you ended on a posted and confident note! Have a great school year.

Rex

I like the process of your answering the beginning of the poem with the end. And you do it definitively with the one line. So much of the time a person just being somewhere really answers the question regarding their commitment.

Susan

Leilya,
Thank you for providing us with such a wonderful Monday prompt . . . with very clear, yet flexible, directions and wonderful examples.

We had a rocky weekend of parenting. I swear sometimes that parenting adult kids is tougher than parenting tolders. It’s that dang free will thing that makes us relinquish control . . .

Occasional Lunacy

my emotional weight
comes from analyzing our kids
and their tendencies.

revisiting their past
combing through looking for clues
wanting the why.

not enough attention?
were the expectations too high?
people pleasing princess

everyone loves her
she lights up every place
except our house.

full of independence
she always gets things done
bristly demeanor offputting.

we don’t worry
she’s got it all together
so mentally strong

genes run deep
main priority . . . attending to needs
wanting others happy.

he dives deep
into anything that fascinates him
trapping it all.

he needs consequences
before he maybe ever learns 
fails to think.

loving and protective
soft inside with hard outside
easy to misread.

our four kids
keep my thoughts ever swirling
worries pummel me.

their free will 
sculpts them into sometimes strangers
but authentic selves.

~Susan Ahlbrand
19 August 2024

Mo Daley

Susan, I so appreciate the rawness of your poem. You are so right- parenting adults can be challenging. Your last stanza lets me know that you have a done a great job. Hang in there!

Leilya Pitre

Susan, your poem hits close to my home too. One of my adult girls makes me ask the same questions:”not enough attention? / were the expectations too high?” I hope whatever bothers your children and mine will resolve, and they just know that we love them unconditionally. It’s the similar “combing through looking for clues” that keeps me awake most of the nights lately. Hugs 🤗

helenamjok

Sometimes strangers
but authentic selves

Sweet alliteration!!! I love the juxtaposition. It’s striking and natural. I appreciate your insight and thoughtful consideration of your subjects. You acknowledge them from your perspective, but the poem is resplendent with empathy and

gayle sands

Susan–so many truths here, so much insight–and I so remember those years! My children, in their late thirties, did sculpt themselves into who they are today. Watching the sculpting process was often painful…

I had one of these!!!
“he needs consequences
before he maybe ever learns 
fails to think.”

Kim Johnson

Cheers for the truth! Yes, the adults are far more challenging than the toddlers – I agree. Parenting is one of the toughest jobs we do. Hugs ~ and you are not alone.

Mo Daley

Monday Morning Midway Run
By Mo Daley 8-19-24

Monday morning appears
not on little cat feet,
but on rails

of a high-
speed train screeching at me,
“It’s 5:20!”

She has no
patience for my pleas for
ten more minutes.

I rise, foggily
and grab the keys, remembering
I must drive

My husband to
the airport- I have no
office these days.

I am now,
The Master of My Monday.
Serenity overtakes me.

But my mental
to-do list grows exponentially
as I drive

Becoming a chant
that must be written down
before it’s forgotten.

I rush in
triumphantly jot down my list,
and feeling smug,

return to bed
covers at my chin, for
ten more minutes

Leilya Pitre

Yes, Mo, “ten more minutes” might do the trick! I was racing with you as that “high-speed train” through your drive to the airport and compiling that to-do list. Actually, the list is how I began my morning 🙂 Just relax now, my friend; the great things can wait for a bit.

gayle sands

Mo–not with a whimper, but a bang!! I was so taken by your morning metaphor–and that smug feeling of being the Master of your Monday…

Barb Edler

Mo, I can totally relate to the train’s screeching. Your poem captures your morning well, and I love the image of returning to the bed for just ten more minutes. I really enjoyed the stanza that begins with “I am now, The Master of My Monday”. Fun poem!

Dave Wooley

Leila,

I loved discovering this new form and your poems were both brilliant. I love the whimsy and hopefulness of the second poem, especially!

So far away
wind carried cottonwood fluffs floating
to distant fields.

What is this
new place—a space to
root or wither?

Will saplings grow,
or is the soil hostile
this planting season?

Wind carried hope
of limbs reaching toward sun,
roots growing deep.

Leilya Pitre

Morning, Dave! Thank you for joining. I sense you are still adjusting to your place. hope this year will be as smooth and easy for you as “fluffs floating”–love the sound of these two words! Just keep that thought of “roots growing deep,” and that they also need time. This great, thoughtful poem of yours puts me into a questioning mode as well.

Dave Wooley

Still adjusting and the new job officially starts in a week. 😬 But it’s gonna be great!

Mo Daley

Hi Dave. It feels like this poem might be a metaphor for your life. It’s so beautiful and peaceful. I’m sure you will have a great experience!

gayle sands

“What is this
new place—a space to
root or wither?”

A huge question–but with “wind carried cottonwood fluffs floating/to distant fields”, (such a beautiful soft phrase!), it sounds like a good start. .

Scott M

Monday’s here
before you know it
Monday’s gone
___________________________

Hair today
but gone tomorrow:
Such is life
_____________________________

Thanks, Leilya, for your mentor poems and for this introduction to the lune (and for your strategies for combating “The Monday Blues”)!  I enjoyed playing with this form this morning!

Leilya Pitre

Scott, indeed, why bother if it comes and goes, right? 🙂
I do worry more about hair though. As I type this, I am cracking up here. Thank you for morning laughs!

Mo Daley

In this Monday afternoon I am reading your poem while I’m at the hair salon, lamenting my grey hairs. Coincidence? I think not! Well done!

gayle sands

The pun…Oh, Scott!!

Dave Wooley

lol! So punny! I got a good chuckle out of this.

Barb Edler

Scott, “Hair today”….what a great pun! Your sense of humor rings through your poems today.

Susie Morice

Hi Scott – “Hair gone” gave me a chuckle. Too true. Hugs, Susie

Leilya Pitre

Good morning, dear friends! As you write and respond to each other, I thought about writing with you for a short minute. I will indulge in savoring your beautiful words today because my first day of class is a few more days away. I am borrowing Linda Mitchell’s “sweet wake-ups” imagery:

Joy Before and After

Three more days
of relaxed, sweet morning wake-ups
wait for me

till new semester
begins on Thursday, August 22,
Cheer to all!

Mo Daley

Such a fun form! I love it.

Summer Emails

remembering asks
sent weeks past
politely declined

Leilya Pitre

Sarah, this “summer emails” deal is a thing. Sometimes I don’t even get “politely declined” but just plain, clear “ignored.” I like what you did with sound effects here with [s] in “asks / sent weeks past,” and then [l] in “politely declined.” I ponder if you do it intentional or is it intuitive? for me, often times alliteration, consonance or assonance come intuitively, and I may not notice them as I compose the poem, but become conscious about it after I read and revise/edit my poem. Thank you!

gayle sands

This made me chuckle. Those summer emails that suddenly sprout from a month ago. Oh, well…

Rex

Sarah,

There is a musical quality to the poem, with the first two lines. I read it a couple more times, and I like how the poem feels like there is more to me, even though it ends with
the past tense verb. It feels like there is more to it, like a precursor to a plot in a mystery.

I may not be making any sense.

Denise Krebs

Sarah, I can appreciate this: “remembering asks” is something I’ll do at times. Sometimes at odd hours, I think of something I need to follow up on. “politely declined” made me smile.

Jeania White

Monday’s not bad
When you’ve nowhere to go
Rest and pray

Most work today
The house sits silent almost
Just fans’ whirring

I’m comfy. Cool
Happy in my chosen space
Grey skies outside

Take a walk
Read a book or write
Makes no matter

Tomorrow will be much the same.

Thank you Leilya! This form was new to me, but I soo enjoyed creating it. I love the challenge of writing with word restrictions. Made me really think about what to commit to. I appreciate you hosting today, and sharing your grandchildren.

Leilya Pitre

Thank you for writing and sharing, Jeania! I agree “Monday’s not bad / When you’ve nowhere to go.” As husband enjoying his morning dose of news with coffee in the living room, I am looking at my to-do list and deciding where I should start. I opt to reading and responding to poems for another 30 minutes at least 🙂
Have an enjoyable day!

Barb Edler

Jeania, I love the options you share to show how Monday is not bad. Your images evoke peace and contentment with the life you’re leading.

Dave Wooley

Jeania, this poem is such a vibe! The 2nd and 3rd stanzas especially paint a cool, relaxed, and comforting scene.

Glenda Funk

Jeania,
This made me smile as it is the perfect retirement poem—especially for folks who do retirement the right way. 😔 I’m not one of those people.

Angie

Leilya, thank you for the SHORT new form!! ♥️ The topic of Monday blues is interesting because I look at them in a different way now that I’ve been in a relationship for a while and my significant other hates Sundays more than Mondays. He has major work anxiety, so it’s changed my perception of Mondays a bit 🙂

Thanks for also offering us two poems! I love the playfulness and positivity in the lunes about your grandkids!!

🔹
How do you
escape the blues if they’re 
your favorite colors?
🔹

Jeania White

Angie,
What a fun way to turn the meaning of blues into something positive. I loved the playfulness of the question and also appreciate the depth of it.

Leilya Pitre

Good question, Angie! You caught me unprepared 🙂 I’d say just go ahead and embrace the color and the mood.
On the other note, I used to feel more anxious on Sundays too when I taught in secondary school, so I can understand your significant other.

gayle sands

Love this existential question!

Susan Ahlbrand

Now, this provocative question turns the whole idea of the blues on its head. And I love the blue diamonds before and after!

Dave Wooley

Yes! This is it. So much in so few words.

Rex

Angie,

Noice. Your query swings it from a negative sense to a more friendly sense, AND leaves us thinking in a punny way.

PATRICIA J FRANZ

Leilya, This is such a fun form. I’m glad to see your example of building stanzas for a longer poem. I especially love looking at your line breaks — how an idea morphs and then grows, like in the first-to-second stanza in your second poem. The last line of the first and the first line of the second serve both to connect a thought but also provide a pause and wonder where it will take me. Well done!

I look forward to mornings outside, before anyone else is awake (well, me and the dog). It’s been a crazy, wonderful season of weddings in my family. As summer sneaks away, I am replaying in my mind all the joy.

bounding toward me
joy from head to tail
Good Morning, Momma

coffee, quilt, firepit,
wind wakes a Monday forest
while autumn waits

inhaling wedding memories
promises and starlight dances filled
one enchanted evening

Angie

Omg I wanna be here:

“coffee, quilt, firepit,
wind wakes a Monday forest
while autumn waits”

sounds SO cozy. Beautifully described, Patricia.

Leilya Pitre

Thank you for your kind words, Patricia! Remembering and “replaying” joyful memories helps me to face daily tensions all the time. I am in love with your poem, especially the second stanza that creates so much comfort ‘while autumn waits.” This will stay with me for a while.

I love this springy word “bounding toward me” and the image of this greeting! That final line is lovely and indeed stirs up a musical scene of starry night and more bounding of delight.

Peace,
Sarah

Anna J. Small ROSEBORO

Leilya, the lovely blue skies this Monday, here in West Michigan, invite me to write

Monday Smiles

Thinking of Sunday
Brings on smile.
In my car they pile

Hello! They scramble
Sit and click
Seatbelts to stay safe

What a joy to drive
And when we arrive
They hop out in glee

Driving with the two
In my car each week
 Brings Monday smile
To my cheek.

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Jeania White

Anna,
what a beautiful way to start Monday! Aren’t grandkids the BEST! The smiles they bring even when not present are themselves a gift and you captured that well in the last stanza.

Leilya Pitre

Oh, they are beautiful and so precious, Anna! I know that’s your happy place right here. Those smiles and holding hands would win anyone in a heartbeat. I can just see them “hop out in glee” making your day even better. Thank you for sharing the poem and the picture!

Anna J. Small ROSEBORO

Leilya and other, this is just a photo I chose to go with the poem.:-)
I have no grandchildren, but I do pick up two little girls to ride with me to church each week. The poem is about them.

Leilya Pitre

Oh, sorry, but my sentiments are the same. Yesterday, I had a visitor – my former grad student with her 3-year-old son. I was as happy as if he were my own. Thank you for clarifying!

gayle sands

Anna –what beautiful children! They brought me a Monday smile, as well!

Susan Ahlbrand

Those two would sure make me smile, too! Adorable. You know, you need to frame the verse with the picture!

Susan O

Hi Anna,
Just wanted to say “hello” here. This poem is delightful. Those little girls bless you every Sunday morning. Lucky you.

Rex

Leilya,

Thanks for mentoring today. I went totally minimalistic on this one, as the big day can’t really be captured. The time passing is the hardest thing to articulate.

BIG DAY

Family welcomes….
Adoption,
Family completes.

Leilya Pitre

You are absolutely right, Rex! There is no more joy when “Family welcomes” and “Family completes.” Congratulations and enjoy every moment! Thank you for sharing your joy with us today.

PATRICIA J FRANZ

JOY. Full stop! The lune form fits perfectly! Congrats!

gayle sands

What a wonderful piece of joy you provided us!

Anna J. Small ROSEBORO

Rex, you may be interested in this book written by one of my mentees, who, now the principal of an elementary school, is an adoptee.
https://rb.gy/dturgl

Rex

Thanks, Anna. I think this may be a thoughtful gift for me to give to Grant and Mya. I appreciate your suggestion.

Susan Ahlbrand

Yay, Rex! This short verse captures a HUGE happening! Congratulations!

Kim Johnson

Rex, congratulations on the Big Day! Cheers for family!

Barb Edler

Rex, you’ve captured the joy of a new addition to a family. Completes is the perfect final word!

Susie Morice

How I Cope With Mondays

Re re re re re
tire tire tire
ment ment ment ment ment.

[I just couldn’t resist my knee-jerk reaction to the idea. LOL! Hugs to all of you from the other side. Susie]

Wendy Everard

Hahaha!! My reply:
Three more years
Three more long, long years
Three more years.
XD

Angie

This is awesome too!

Leilya Pitre

Three is not bad at all, Wendy! I need at least five more; ideally about 10 more since I came to this country when I was 38.

Glenda Funk

Susie,
LOL! I’m w/ you!

still in bed
no more school for me
back to sleep

Jeania White

I feel this Glenda! That alarm has no power over me anymore!

Leilya Pitre

I envy you a bit, Glenda! I hope one day this lune will be about me ))

Leilya Pitre

Susie, your other name today is a “Teaser Susie” 🙂 I love, love, love this clever poem of yours! I don’t even know when my countdown begins. Hugs back to you!

Angie

Haha this is awesome!

Scott M

LOL! This made me laugh out loud, Susie, like, legit, literally l-o-l-ing!

gayle sands

Yes!! 🙌

Jennifer Guyor Jowett

Love you (and this!), Susie!

Susan Ahlbrand

Crack me up, Susie! I’m on my third Monday of this school year, and I find myself—at times—wondering why I have not
re re re re re
tired yet
even though my age can.

Kim Johnson

Susie,

sheer perfection. I wish I could have written this poem.

Barb Edler

Susie, you nailed it with this one! You are too too too funny, friend!

Sharon Roy

Susie,

Ha. Enjoy! I’m sure it is well earned. Starting my thirty-first year tomorrow so I’m not sure when I’ll join your club, but it could be soon!?!

I like how the syllables repeat. I imagine them being read alternatively as a song of joy or possibly, some gentle taunting.

Rex

Susie,

I am going to commit this to memory for next year, and say it subtly under my breath to see what kind of reaction I get!

Denise Hill

What a great new form to learn about – thanks Leilya! I like the way the longer poems have such a lovely lilting rhythm. I’m keeping it short today – our first day of start-up week; classes begin next Monday, but my final countdown is here! Not sure if hyphenated words count as one or two – ?

my final Monday
thirty-six remain between now &
retirement day one

Wendy Everard

Woooooow! Congratulations, Denise! How does it feel??

Denise Hill

Hard-earned! Joyful. Truly.

Leilya Pitre

Yes, Denise! I just responded to Susie that I don’t even know when my countdown begins, but I am happy for you. You earned it. Thirty-six more Monday, and you are free for other great things in your life. Thank you for sharing this exciting news!

Susan Ahlbrand

Thirty-six more Mondays feels pretty manageable. Or pretty dreadful at times I’m sure. I’m certain you will make the most out of the time between now and then.

Barb Edler

Denise, I hope you have a great year before that final day!

Sharon Roy

Denise,

I like the sense of transition your poem captures and how in only three short lines you give us so many different measurements of time.

I can feel the time expanding and contracting.

Enjoy your last lap! Hope it’s a great one!

gayle sands

Maya 

Hair helter-skelter, a rainbow
yet untouched by 
sorrow. Legs akimbo, life commencing.

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gayle sands

Leila— short, sweet, and perfect for a Monday morning!your first poem asks such a poignant question— perfect for the start of a teaching year. Beautiful. Thought I’d try once more to post Maya’s photo…

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gayle sands

(And now it’s posted twice. Grandma overkill. Sorry)

Leilya Pitre

Never too many for grandkids pictures! Thank you 🙂

Susie Morice

Isn’t she adorable! Hugs, Susie

Wendy Everard

Gayle, that picture is everything! What a shot. And what a poem! Beautiful language that captures the picture so well. 🙂

Leilya Pitre

Maya is precious, Gayle! Thank you for posting this picture to brighten my day too. I wish that “yet untouched by sorrow” to last for a long-long time for your lovely girl.

PATRICIA J FRANZ

Gayle, I love your ekphrastic lune! Love “legs akimbo, life commencing” –there is a be-bop rhythm that carries the joy we see here.

Angie

Beautiful, Gayle. “yet untouched by / sorrow” what a mixed thought, perfectly bittersweet.

helenamjok

Akimbo! What a wonderful word. Thank you so much for sharing.

Susan Ahlbrand

Such a beautiful capture of this moment, in both words and image!

Margaret Simon

I love the word choices: helter-skelter and akimbo!

Wendy Everard

Leilya,
I absolutely loved both of your poems! The tones were so different, but each was just a lovely snapshot.
My birds are finally flying the coop this Thursday; fortunately, both of them are headed to the same college, my older as a senior and my youngest as a freshman. This fall will feel really strange, as they both attended my school, were in my classes, and rode to school and back with me every day. On the flip side, I’m kind of feeling the freedom that comes with them leaving the nest… 😉

Pace of life
changing rapidly:
Birds fly coop.

Motherhood
shaken off in part:
Trust in them

That lessons
will stick – wisdom grows
when we part

As new roles –
and a new freedom –
settle in.

Sarah Clayville

The motherhood part hits hard. There’s such a feeling of release at the end paired with comfort. Lovely poem.

Leilya Pitre

Wendy, I clearly remember that strange feeling when my girls left home: sadness and relief battling inside; I almost felt guilty. You know what to do–“trust in them.” Hugs to you 🙂

PATRICIA J FRANZ

Mmmm…”Motherhood shaken off in part” telegraphs our hesitancy to let go. And you echo this in the next stanza “when we part” with a physical letting go. Been here! Walked this path! I’m with you!

gayle sands

I remember that feeling–a mix of loss and relief. It took a while to get used to. Enjoy the quiet!

Susan Ahlbrand

Oh, Wendy…such exciting transitions but dang hard. Through your lines, it seems like you’re well-aware of the polarity of emotions:

As new roles –

and a new freedom –

settle in.

Kim Johnson

Oh, the missing that comes at first – – the constant wonder about what they’re doing, how they are…..and the autonomy that builds so fast. But yes, that empty nest does have some silver linings once we settle in……I’m sure thinking of you!

Margaret Simon

In my experience, they really never leave you. Maybe physically, but they will always need you in their life. I remember that feeling of freedom that came with empty nest. I almost felt guilty, but I realized it was well deserved.

Jennifer Guyor-Jowett

Leilya, phew! Thinking of the transition back to school allowed for lots of emotional exploration this morning. I successfully avoided the Sunday scaries yesterday (with the help of a lot of lingering in bed longer than necessary while avoiding a mile-long to-do list). Your sense of place with the tip-toeing and shushing, of imagery in the dancing dimples and smiley cheeks, and plot for the day (eating sweet berry cake and chasing dragonflies) is the perfect antidote to what is to come. I combined the two forms into one poem because… well, why not?

The garden is my
Happy place
I want to linger

One last moment
As summer’s warmth slips away –
The days folllow

Blossoms turn yellow
A last ditch effort to 
Capture the sun

I am ready
To turn it over to
Nature and school

Fran Haley

Jennifer…I believe the garden is (was supposed to be) humankind’s first happy place. I am not a great gardener myself but I do try to nurse my ailing hydrangeas and sparse gardenias as best I can. They hold on. Nature is amazing. I am ceaselessly awed by it. I find the yellowing blossoms and your last stanza so incredibly poignant – foreshadowing autumn and loss, yet trusting nature to do what it does best. I want to linger awhile in the garden, too, before the returning.

Susie Morice

Hi, Jennifer — I hear a “slip” of melancholy in “warmth slips away” and “last ditch” … lovely sense of transition to “I am ready.” May this be a terrific year for you, my friend. Hugs, Susie

Leilya Pitre

Jennifer, I wonder if the “mile-long to-do list” will ever get shorter. I think we are just a kind of people to invent things to do. I actually wanted to take this year easy because i just got my tenure promotion and thought I can breathe and look around, but I already “volunteered” myself into three huge initiatives with the university and the Board of Regents.
Your poem brings comfort to me right away because I could easily begin my own poem with “The Garden is my / Happy place.” The image of yellow blossoms warmed my heart:
“Blossoms turn yellow
A last ditch effort to 
Capture the sun”
Thank you for this beauty early in the morning!

PATRICIA J FRANZ

Oh, I love the reluctance and yet willingness “to turn it over to/nature and school” — Somehow the seasons seem to pulll us forward –even from our happy places.

helenamjok

Blossoms turn yellow
A last ditch effort to 
Capture the sun

This section reminds me that there is strength and beauty in that transition. It reminds me of “To Autumn” by John Keats. Change is hard, but I often lead myself to sever that finishing phase to avoid melancholy. What yellow blossoms do I miss by not embracing that warm Sunday afternoon in between?

Kim Johnson

Jennifer, I love the combined forms here and the way you work these words into verse. I, too, want to linger in the slower paced days – – but like you, I go to school and do the work of planning and learning, supporting teachers and students. The warmth slipping away is just fine with me – – I’m ready for the cooler temperatures, the sweater weather and the crisp air and changing leaves. It’s the slow pace I miss.

Margaret Simon

Yes to a garden happy place. My favorite imagery is the blossoms’ last ditch effort to capture the sun.

Margaret Simon

Leilya, I love your lune about your grandchildren. Days with you must be filled with sweet cakes and fun games and, of course, books!

Morning Ritual

Early dawn wakes me
with sips, licks
puppy breath blessings.

Fran Haley

I cannot think of a better way to awaken, Margaret, than to “puppy breath blessings.” In preparation for his wedding in a few weeks, my youngest has just moved out and taken Dennis the dachshund with him. I am utterly bereft in my doglessness (no offense to my boy…)

Leilya Pitre

Margaret, I love every word here, but “puppy breath blessings” make me so happy! Thank you 🙂

PATRICIA J FRANZ

Margaret, I love imagining your darling pup bringing morning to you!

Linda Mitchell

ooooooh, you lucky girl. I love puppy affection. It is a blessing indeed!

Kim Johnson

Margaret, there is no better start to the day than puppy breath. To be loved and needed by a soul pup is to be loved unconditionally by Albert. I like the parallels of dawn and puppy in the scheme of the timeline of a day, of a life. I feel a sense of new beginnings, just setting out to see what the journey brings,

Christine Baldiga

I always love learning a new poetry form! And this one will soon be added to my regular repertoire. Thank you. And being a grandmother I especially connected with your Sweet Visitors poem. I can hear the feet rushing down the hall to wake me – happily – from my sleep. I cherish those days and your poem reflects your joy in these moments too!

Monday morning blues
with rain clouds in sight
drags my feet

Monday morning blues
with sunny skies around me
skipping my feet

Fran Haley

Christine, what lovely pairing lunes – weather does make a difference in our ability to deal with Monday blues, for sure!

Leilya Pitre

Christine, how simple, yet profound this understanding of what around us affects us greatly. I like the opposing moods created by “rain clouds” and “sunny skies” leading to “drags my feet” vs. “skipping my feet.” You are so great with a lune!

Kim Johnson

Christine, it is incredible how the weather impacts our outlook. I do love the dreary days, though, for their ability to allow me to do nothing – – because it’s raining, because it’s cold, I must sit inside with the dogs curled up in my lap and read.

Kim Johnson

Leilya, I love that your Monday Blues Lunes are the perfect way to usher in the work week – – a short form full of life, entirely within reach. I’m thrilled to learn more and write in the Lune form. I have often thought of mapping out my week to put the shorter forms on the busiest days, so I was happy to see that you have thought similarly about the success of writing on these days when the snooze button is so tempting. Your lunes with the dimply dances on the smiling faces of grandchildren there to swim and eat berry cake and visit for stories is just sheer bliss.

Stickers in my Fifties and Sixties?

Monday morning blues
start Sunday, 
checking the boxes

*** ***. ***

but Happy Planners
bring forth smiles
(colorful stickers) 

Sally Donnelly

Haha…everything is better with stickers!!! At every age.

Sarah Clayville

Happy Planners make the world go round. (And checking the boxes indeed!)

Fran Haley

Kim: “Checking the boxes”…I am a checklist fanatic. Seriously. I write every little to-do thing down even if it’s completely unrealistic in the time I allot. If nothing else, it organizes my thoughts and prioritizes what I need to do, even when I have to shift things again and again (which is why I write only in pencil, and only Ticonderoga Noir holographics, to be precise). Vision is essential and oh, the joy of checking off a thing! Happy Planners… well OF COURSE this is the exact planner type I use also. I especially love the dashboard layout. One of my life’s verses is “Let all things be done decently and in order” – the Happy Planner helps immensely. With its inspirational quotes and “colorful stickers” it definitely helps combat those Monday/workweek blues. Your succinct lines say it all – boom.

Christine Baldiga

Ah yes! Those colorful stickers bring joy to mornings

Margaret Simon

Kim, I’ve never been one to use a planner. (That doesn’t mean I don’t need one.) I do enjoy a list to check off. Stickers would add to my joy.

Wendy Everard

Kim, I have to agree that happy planners (or pens, pencils…stationary) fill me with joy and help stave off the blues. 🙂

Leilya Pitre

Kim, I thought about Mondays indeed, and I know many people around me who face those Monday with huge struggles. I love how your first lune points out that Monday blues starts on Sunday. “checking the boxes” is my prep ritual as well ))
Cheers to Happy Planners, who are writing alongside with us today!
Thank you, friend!

Linda Mitchell

Yes! Bring on the happy stickers. I love them too.

Barb Edler

Kim, I love how your planning provides joy! I can see you “checking the boxes” which leads to your happy end.

Glenda Funk

Kim,
Your first two lines capture teacher life perfectly. And you’re never too old for stickers. Sometimes I want to put Elmer’s glue on my palm and peel it after it dries. We all have an inner child who has needs and desires.

Sally Donnelly

Back to school
after weeks on summer vacation,
a bit apprehensive.

Will curriculum be
an attainable challenge to unpack?
Soon, I’ll see.

Will stuents be
accepting of my literacy guidance?
Soon, I’ll see.

Will colleagues be
open to our collaborative endeavers?
Soon, I’ll see.

Back to school
after weeks on summer vacation.
So much awaits…

Let’s Go!

Sarah Clayville

Love the use of questions in this. Especially in a small space it really engages the reader.

Kim Johnson

Sally, I like your chosen form here with the 3-5-3 word Lune. I’m going to explore these more – the short forms pack so much meaning, and the conservation of word makes our complex world seem simple and easy (even though it’s not, really, but poetry nods to the Monday morning short forms for sure). I wish you every success on your return to work – unpacking curriculum, accepting students, collaborative endeavors, and all the joys of teaching. Happy Monday!

Christine Baldiga

New years brings new questions! Yet I feel your energy to bring it on and with joy in your last line. Yes, let’s go

Fran Haley

OH, the challenge of the curriculum – that may well be the most ponderous thought, Sally. So many things are packaged as a magic bullet when in reality there isn’t one. Except for relationships. Everything really does hinge on that – whether teacher to student, colleague to colleague, students to students. The refrain of “Soon, I’ll see” is lyrical and effective…and I love your upbeat ending, full of hope and energy. So necessary!

Margaret Simon

Sally, I’m happy to see you participating on Ethical ELA! Such apt questions for a new year. I like the repetition of “Soon, I’ll see.”

Jennifer Guyor-Jowett

Sally, your repetition of the last line in the middle 3 stanzas is effective in allowing for those niggling thoughts to niggle at just the right temperature – not too stressed and just a bit hopeful. It helps us move through your similar emotions of “a bit apprehensive” to “so much awaits!” I can relate to this!

Wendy Everard

Sally, I love your positive last stanza. We’re getting ready to go back in a few weeks, too, here in Central NY. All of these questions are running through my mind, and the apprehensiveness is real!

Leilya Pitre

Thank you, Sally! I like that you are pondering in anticipation of the new school year with a repeating “Soon, I’ll see.” i’d say right after you: “Let’s Go!” To me, after the few couple of weeks when students see how much you care, they buy into learning with you and accept your guidance. Have a wonderful school year!

Susan Ahlbrand

Your repeat of

Soon, I’ll see

really works. It carries the idea of apprehension through to the

So much awaits

Linda Mitchell

Hooray for repetition. I love it as a device…great build up of expectation in this. And, Let’s Go! is a perfect ending…just jump in and swim, right?

Sarah Clayville

Hello! School starts tomorrow for me and it still doesn’t feel real. (Fighting the Sunday scaries which are Monday scaries just for today.)

Good vibes to everyone heading back!

Sarah

Summer sets
With a huff goodbye.
Students rise.

Kim Johnson

Sarah, the huff made me laugh. Yes, that is the spirit of leaving us, summer with its suitcase in hand, heading off to another country. Your poem appears so small with its few words and lines, and BAM! Just like that, so much action happens. So much changes. I have often said that I wish the concept of summer could move to the calendar of winter. I’d rather go to school in the heat and stay cool on somebody else’s air conditioning bill but stay in the warmth of the bed all winter. I guess it’s a good thing it’s the way it is – – I would for real become a hibernating bear if I didn’t have to get up and go in the cold. Happy Monday!

Sarah Clayville

Yesssss! Flipping the schedule like that would be fabulous.

Fran Haley

Sarah, I mourn at this “huff goodbye” of Summer! “Rise” is a word I love – full of power and overcoming. The sun imagery works so well here.

Margaret Simon

“Huff” is such a great word choice. I’ve gone from irritable to joy with this year’s start. “Students rise” will help me face this Monday.

Jennifer Guyor-Jowett

Sarah, the word “huff” is so well chosen and placed. It sure feels that way, doesn’t it. We’re fully immersed in summer and then, BAM! off it goes, much like a teenager bent on finding his own way. And as optimistic as “students rise” is (and was when I first read it), the more I look at it, the more I keep hearing Palpatine say to Lord Vader, “Rise.” (not the least bit ominous, no, not at all).

Wendy Everard

Sarah, loved this! That second line imagery was terrific. And the sense of positive anticipation that the last line builds actually made me look forward to going back.

Leilya Pitre

Hi, Sarah! Thank you for the kind wishes to fellow teachers. It’s my favorite moment when “Students rise,” and I cannot wait to see my first bunch of students filing into the classroom on Thursday.

helenamjok

I love the honesty here!!! The huff is wonderful. I equally appreciate “students rise” as a closing line because I read it in the manner of finally getting out of bed but also in a sense of growth and justice. It helps to remind me of the bigger picture

Fran Haley

Leilya, you knew exactly the antidote needed for this day – a spot of brightness to chase the blues away (“I’ll be okay” – forgive me for hearing the Garth Brooks song in my head). Thank heaven for friends in poetic places 🙂 I’ve never written a lune but I love syllabic poetry forms. You illustrate why: so much can be said in so few words. It only takes a few words to create a whole atmosphere. There’s a haunting tone in your first poem, “Monday” – the fear we all have about our limits, that more than what we can give will be required of us. In the second – YES! – the grandkids are my happy place, too. Time spent with them drives out even the darkest thought. Nothing transforms my mood as quickly and completely as my granddaughters do. Grandchildren refill our bucket, do they not? Joy emanates from your every line – I must write on this theme alongside you. Thank you <3

The Alchemy 
of Young Granddaughters

Summer ends
and the blues descend
rippling 

inward out.
In this time of flies
one more dies

for want of 
an open window
and freedom.

I won’t dwell
in my own blue hell.
I will rise

and call for
my magical girls.
My whole world

turns to gold
in light of their eyes.
Time. It flies.

Kim Johnson

Fran, the flies and the flies as noun and verb work together so creatively here. Indeed, time flies. I often wish my grandchildren lived closer to me, but while there is distance now, it does make retirement twinkle there on the horizon, offering more time to visit and read stories. I often wonder if my energy level could keep up with them. I went to lunch with my college roommate a couple weeks ago and when they brought her water, there was a dead fly in the bottom. We laughed and wondered about her red wine and what might be in the bottom. Since then, every dead fly we see (2 in Chick Fit A windowsills) , we send a picture. So your line about the fly made me laugh. Happy Monday! And I love the Angelou line – it’s perfect here!

Christine Baldiga

Fran, once again you capture the joy of grandparenting! “I will rise” sings to me today as I believe these children will guide me out of any funk I’m in! Sad to see the summer days slip by with less time together on the horizon 🙁

Margaret Simon

Boy, does it ever fly when children are growing and changing so quickly. My oldest grand started kindergarten and already has a maturity about him that I don’t yet recognize.

Jennifer Guyor-Jowett

Fran, I love this play on the word “flies.” That image of the dying fly trying for freedom as our open windows close (and often I’m the reason for capturing that fly there – I struggle with the capturing) hits home symbolically. And I love-love the name “magical girls.” It’s perfection, as I’m sure they are as well. Enjoy your time!

Wendy Everard

Fran, I just loved the rhyme and musicality of this poem. Loved the uses of the word “fly” in different ways. Your imagery contributed to such a sense of movement. And I just loved the end of the last stanza — the sharpness and abruptness of those last two lines. Great poem!

Leilya Pitre

Fran, you’ll be okay, and I’ll be okay this Monday, and, hopefully, the other 36 of them 🙂
I am happy you are writing alongside about your precious granddaughters this morning. Your “magical girls” do turn the world around, don’t they. Love your final stanza so much beginning with the previous stanza’s line:
“My whole world

turns to gold
in light of their eyes.
Time. It flies.”

I wish we could stop the time sometime and just enjoy. The rhymes make your poems flow so easy to follow and add to the sound effects. Thank you for these beautiful words!

Susan Ahlbrand

Fran,
oh, how I anticipate being a grandmother!

I really appreciate how you have your lines cross over into a new stanza. I struggle doing so, and you do it expertly with these lines…

My whole world

turns to gold

Linda Mitchell

Stunning…so pretty and great last line. What a fortunate family!

Kevin

Ah, Mondays.
🙂
Kevin

Dawn, opens eyes
with raindrops for a skirt;
Monday gets dressed

Leilya Pitre

Kevin, this is a gem lune right here! I am in awe with “raindrops for a skirt” and “Monday gets dressed.” Both are refreshing images. Thank you for this gift!

Fran Haley

Breathtaking imagery, Kevin…I find myself appreciating Monday, if only for her dawn apparel.

Sally Donnelly

Kevin,
I have a writing friend who often uses personification like you did here so masterfully. I took a screenshot and sent it to her! On a blue Monday, of course Monday is wearing her raindrop skirt! So clever!

Kim Johnson

Kevin, as I read this I have just checked the weather not a minute ago after the rumble of thunder I thought I heard. A rainy Monday is a welcome thing until we have to get out in it to go somewhere. Right now, I see the eyes opening through the pine trees and praise another day, even a Monday, that we all get to go out and live it, see what it brings in.

Jennifer Guyor-Jowett

Pefection!

Jennifer Guyor-Jowett

unlike my response, which should read peRfection!

Wendy Everard

Great imagery that resonates here in CNY on this rainy Monday.

Susie Morice

Oooo, Kevin, these are perfect image words! I love the personifications. Susie

Susan

With raindrops for a skirt

is the ideal way to help personify Monday. So clever.

Linda Mitchell

Good Morning Lielya,
First day of students here! Summer went by too fast. Thank you for the lovely challenge and invitation. Wouldn’t it be fun to chase dragonflies while at school? I’m in!

Bon voyage

sweet weekend wake-ups

it’s  Monday again

Leilya Pitre

Happy first day, Linda! I applaud you being first after hosting yesterday. I will think about my weekends as “sweet wake-ups” now. Yes, “It’s Monday again” indeed. Have a wonderful day, and thank you for writing.

Fran Haley

AAARRGHH, Linda 🙁 To ye olde grindestone we return. “Bon voyage” is such a perfect beginning for this lune! It’s wistful and a bit humorous at the same time. Goodness knows we need a touch of humor to face it…

Sally Donnelly

Your lune reminds the reader that a weekend wake-up is different, very different than a Monday wake-up. I love how in just 3-lines, you as the poet say so much with this Lune. Thanks for sharing!

Kim Johnson

Linda, the best thing about weekends is those slower-paced mornings. Oh, how your poem affirms that waking up when it’s light is such a pleasure in this world. I often wake up in the wee hours because my body is wired that way, but lingering in the sheets for a while, not feeling the urgency to get dressed and rush off is getting to be more appealing than the most decadent dessert. You nailed it.

Wendy Everard

Happy First Day, and may all go well today, Linda!

Scott M

Linda, I hope Day One goes well! (I love the rhyme of “sweet” and “weekend” that you’ve crafted here and the soft “g” in “voyage” at the start of your lune that turns into the hard “g” of “again” as “Monday” rolls around!)