VerseLove Day 20 of 30 – What I Didn’t Do Poems

Today at for VerseLove, Tammy Breitweiser is our host for What I Didn’t Do Poems.

I Didn’t

I didn’t take the bait

strike, spark, ignite

I didn’t smile at the watermelon memories

flicker, flame, burn

I didn’t buy the celebration dresses

sizzle, fizzle, smolder

I stayed home.

With my dogs.

We ate cake.

sparkle, glimmer, shine

Matthew 10:14 

And if anyone will not receive you or listen to your words, shake off the dust from your feet when you leave that house or town.

VerseLove Day 19 of 30 – How to Be Poems

Kayaking with dolphins, Easter 2022

Today our host at for VerseLove, Sheri Vasinda, inspired us to write How To Be Poems. I immediately thought of the video I received from my son on Easter, after the kayaking adventure with his two older children when they saw a pod of dolphins. They live on the coast and kayak frequently.

I love the way he and his wife are raising their children to be lovers of the outdoors, and it made me think about how to be a coastal adventure parent.

How to be a Coastal Adventure Parent

  1. Teach your babies how to swim.
  2. Model safety by wearing a life jacket out on the water.
  3. Show your children how to respect nature – wild animals included.
  4. Spend quality time together away from screens!
  5. Be thrilled and remain calm when you encounter the unexpected.
  6. Make every single moment matter.
  7. Invest time in making memories.
  8. Seize the sunshine – and relish the rain!
  9. Share videos with Nana and Poppy so they, too, can be amazed.
  10. Never underestimate the power of a dolphin to outdo the Easter Bunny.

Psalm 104:24-25 

O Lord, how manifold are your works! In wisdom have you made them all; the earth is full of your creatures. Here is the sea, great and wide, which teems with creatures innumerable, living things both small and great.

The Coastal Adventurers

Special thanks to Two Writing Teachers at Slice of Life for giving writers voice and space!

VerseLove Day 18 of 30 – Succinct Truths

Maureen Ingram is our host today, inspiring us to write painful truths about challenging issues as Lucille Clifton often wrote.

The Pattern

the pattern began

before he was born

when his left him

he watched and learned

then he left his own

they watched, learned,

one of his left hers, too ~

it pains us all, still

but one learned

to keep his closer

to have

to hold

to love

to cherish

to raise

to break the pattern

and show the way

Proverbs 22:6 

Train up a child in the way he should go; even when he is old he will not depart from it.

VerseLove – Day 17 of 30 – Choices

Gayle Sands is our host today at for VerseLove, inspiring us to write poems about choices. One Easter, my oldest daughter and I chose to make our eggs to last – not a year we dyed them, but a year we painted them instead, because she wanted to try something artistic and different.

Happy Easter!

Our painted Easter eggs


we blew insides out 

whites and yolks through tiny holes

all those years ago

painted them, hung them

in the kitchen sink window 

with clear fishing line

together, just us

today these eggs are treasures

memories cherished 

Matthew 28:6 

He is not here, for he has risen, as he said. Come, see the place where he lay.

VerseLove – Day 16 of 30 – Tankas

Cara Fortey is our host at VerseLove today at, inspiring us to write Tankas, traditionally with the syllable line count of 5-7-5-7-7 – but now spread out over 3 lines totaling 31. Mine are strung together.

Bumblebee Tik Tok

Security Cam Notification Alert – I check the footage~ A bumblebee dances like it’s his personal Tik Tok

Irish jig step groove Shimmy shimmy Coco Puff Shimmy shimmy pow Tik Tok salsa, sashaycrunk Virginia Reel….promenade

then the two steppin’ cowboy boogie do the butterfly round round round and round you go it’s time to show out wit’ yo




This is not the actual bee or location- my video would not embed, but this looks just like him.
The actual dance my bumblebee does in front of my security camera all. day. long.

Psalm 118:12 

They surrounded me like bees; they went out like a fire among thorns; in the name of the Lord I cut them off!

VerseLove – Day 15 of 30

Anna J. Small Roseboro is our host of VerseLove today at On this Good Friday, she inspires us to write about our favorite day of the week!

Octagon window in the early morning, mirroring the moon

Wee Hour Haiku

better than the day

is the wee hour of writing ~

early morning joy!

my favorite time

ink to paper, font to screen

mind chewing on words

like clothes-fitting rooms

what fits? what’s too small? too big? 

finding the right shade

or like cereal ~

mind consuming breakfast bites

of milk-laden words

better than the day

is the wee hour of writing ~

early morning joy!

Ephesians 5:14 

For anything that becomes visible is light. Therefore it says, “Awake, O sleeper, and arise from the dead, and Christ will shine on you.”

VerseLove Day 14 of 30

Our host today for VerseLove at is Andy Schoenborn, who inspires us to write Tumble Down Poetry by writing first a paragraph about shoes in prose, and then….

“Once your paragraph is written, look for naturally occurring repetition, alliteration, striking images, and moments of emphasis fit for enjambments. 

Then play with the structure and form as a poem tumbles down the page.”

My shoe paragraph:

I traded my fifteen dollar clearance Merrills I wore through Europe in 2019 for a more stylish pair of On Clouds when I went to San Antonio, Texas in February. They came with a whole new odometer, set at zero steps, ready to count miles like a new car. My running shoes years back were easier to tally the 500 mile lifespan in training runs and races – these, not as easy. They’re my new traveling shoes. They have built-in air flow to let my feet breathe, and I can feel my breath-taken toes taking me to new places and enjoying the sights up through the mesh topscreens. Traveling shoes. There’s nothing like them for seeing the world.

Travelin’ Shoes

travelin’ shoes –

odometer pair, clocking moments

as breath-taken toes

carry me to new places

walking on clouds

to see the world together

just me and my

travelin’ shoes

Joshua 9:13

These wineskins were new when we filled them, and behold, they have burst. And these garments and sandals of ours are worn out from the very long journey.”

VerseLove Day 13 of 30

Stacey Joy is our host for VerseLove today at, and inspires us to write Goghohka poems. She writes, “The Gogyohka is a form of verse developed…. in 1957. The idea behind the Gogyohka was to take the traditional form of Tanka poetry (which is written in five lines with 5-7-5-7-7 syllable counts) and liberate its structure, creating a freer form of verse. In the 1990s, Kusakabe began his efforts to spread Gogyohka as a new movement in poetry, and there are now around half a million people writing this form of verse in Japan.”

Today I write from a place of growing, which a year ago was a place of wondering. Could I be a writer who writes every single day? I celebrated a year of daily writing at the end of February 2022 and began another year. I stumbled across a book by Kobi Yamada, illustrated by Gabriella Barouch, entitled maybe while in Asheville, North Carolina last week. I was mesmerized, and this book has become my Year 2 inspiration to get me over the hurdles that will inevitably come. It’s worth the read, it’s worth the purchase, it’s worth reading every morning as I get dressed and start the day.

maybe by Kobi Yamada, illustrated by Gabriella Barouch

The Journey of a Year of Writing Begins with a Single Word

preparing to write

outlining themes for the year

selecting topics

calendarizing stories

scheduling daily blog posts

I used to wonder

how writers write every day

for an entire year

now the mystery is solved:

we plan ahead, write ahead

I celebrated

a year of daily writing

in February,

began Year Two with Journeys

and moved to April Poems

May will be Moments

June hasn’t been decided

it will flash through my

soul like lightning, revealing

itself as my monthly theme

I’ll collect ideas

I may write four posts one day

only one the next

I never stop editing

even after it’s posted

this is for you: yeah,

you: writer, friend, inspirer

there holding the gift

wondering what to do next –

add one more month to your goal!

At the end of two

months, you’ll be one-sixth of the

way through the whole year!

you’ll tell yourself: I CAN WRITE

every day. It’s who I am.

You’ll think, I should push

myself, pace myself, take the


writing challenge and write each

day – if only one sentence.

You’re almost one

half of the way through April!

you’ve firmly begun

chart your course, revise your goal!

imagine what you’ll achieve!

take up this gauntlet

that has landed at your feet

place it on your hand

see it as your writing glove

continue on this journey!

open that journal

break out those favorite pens

start that daily blog

take the short postcard approach:

begin with one sentence. Go!

Psalm 138:8 

The Lord will fulfill his purpose for me; your steadfast love, O Lord, endures forever. Do not forsake the work of your hands.

#VerseLove – Day 12 of 30 – News Poems

Susie Morice is our host today for VerseLove at , inspiring us to use the news to write poetry of place, time, era. I found an article in this month’s Georgia Magazine for today’s poem.

Macon Music Again

Capricorn Studios

Macon, Georgia

birthplace of 

Southern Rock~

southern soul 

and Rock and Roll~

50 years ago

when Otis Redding

and Phil Walden

booked frat party gigs

at Mercer University~

Allman Brothers Band

Marshall Tucker Band

Lynyrd Skynyrd~

But the music stopped

historic tax credits

private gifts and grants

resurrected the bankrupt

studio in disrepair

a drumbeat ~a heartbeat~

pum PUM, pum PUM, pum PUM~

brought life back 

to this timeless studio treasure

‘Macon Music’ again

ghosts of the heyday

haunt halls 

roam Recording booths

musical magic

to inspire generations

of rising stars

I found an article in April 2002 Georgia Magazine, but a similar link is here:

Psalm 95:1 

Oh come, let us sing to the Lord; let us make a joyful noise to the rock of our salvation!

I’m hosting today at for the April 2022 #VerseLove – Day 11 of 30 – come check us out on Dr. Sarah Donovan’s site as we write daily to celebrateNational Poetry Month!

Quirky Poems

Our Host

Kim and Boo Radley (Fitz in background)


In the book Poemcrazy:  freeing your life with words by Susan Goldsmith Woodridge, I felt a deep sense of connection when I read about how Wooldridge’s younger brother had made fun of their dad’s tacky blue socks – nylon, with two black stripes around the top and, upon his return to college, found his dad’s ugly socks hiding in his suitcase.  The next time he returned home, he hid them in the house until they were found by his parents and returned during the next family gathering, even once making an appearance next to a rubber chicken in his honeymoon getaway car. Twenty-five years later, they are still exchanging these socks that they hide until one finds them and returns them.  It brought back memories of my parents, who, up until my mother’s death, took turns hiding a Where’s Waldo figurine around the house for the other to find.  


We all do quirky, bold things that break the ice and bring us closer together.   Think of a time that you’ve done something quirky – – with friends, with family, with students or even complete strangers.  Let’s share our quirky exchanges today and whatever emotions they bring – in whatever form of poetry we choose.

Though we posted on social media a lot, i didn’t ask permission to use her image on my blog, so i drew a duck instead.

Silke with Squeaky in Berlin, Germany, May 2019

Quirky Quackers

in Berlin, Germany

with tour guide 

Silke /Zilkuh/

who said we could

call her Silky

“like my hair”

she joked

and smiled

and laughed

by the wall

but group rules

were no joke

she had a little duck

named Squeaky 

she’d squeeze 

all through the crowded 

streets so we didn’t 

waddle off

people stopped and stared

at this grown woman 

little duck

held high


leading a team 

wondering whether they, too,

might better get in line

we were her ducks

in a row

until it was time for 


we grabbed a partner

and then another pair

and quacked by fours

to be sure all her ducks 

were safe

swearing we would never

use these quirky tricks with our

own groups of touring students

then secretly rushing off to buy 

our own squeaky ducks

 Proverbs 17:22 A joyful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.