Open Write September Day 5

Barb Edler of Iowa is our host today at http://www.ethicalela.com for the final day of our September Open Write. She encourages us to celebrate our writing group through poetry of any form today. You can read her full prompt here and read the poems of others. On the heels of a celebration of the Labor Day launch of our books Words that Mend and 90 Ways of Community earlier this week, I can’t think of a better way to write today than in thanksgiving and heartfelt gratitude for a group of writers who make a difference in how we live and how we think.

If you don’t have a writing group, I encourage you to find one ~ and you can use this one as a great model for a face to face group in your own corner of the world after spending a few hours looking back at the prompts and the feedback. Get the books, read them, and feel the deep need to fix places you never knew were broken. Too many of us have lost our footing and found ourselves floundering and then discovered the power of writing and what it can do. Today is a day to celebrate the power of the pen and the ways it connects us with others. Anna Roseboro said it best at our celebration: if poetry can do this for us, imagine what it can do for our students. We all need poetry and writing in our lives.

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Belonging

we step from shadows

into glowing candlelight

from our scars

we discover soothing balm

from mourning and grief

into reassurance there is

reason to go on

we come from loneliness

to take a hand of belonging

from disconnectedness

to welcoming acceptance

we leave our fears

step into the fold of peace

we leave disappointments

find spiritual hope

we feel our hearts

pulled at the words

someone else’s

shadows

scars

mourning

grief

loneliness

disconnectedness

fears

disappointments

are our own moments

our own memories

and we know

we know

we know

this is no ordinary

writing group

these are

our lifelines

our people

our friends

our family

the ding

next time he

goes to a

storytelling night

he will time his

cliffhanger at

exactly two and

one half minutes

and then when

they tap that

ridiculous spoon

on the coffee cup

to signal thirty

more seconds

he will smile

return to his seat

leave everyone

hanging

and sit down

Getting a Grip

getting a grip on

her future starts with

burning the Christmas tree

boxes one decade now in

her attic

buying enough hummingbird

nectar to last through October

and watering the string of pearls

cascading from the porch table

getting a grip is festooned with

saying goodbyes to too much

long held hostage from living

new lives in better spaces

like all those music boxes

of childhood and sad, stained

table linens frayed with holes ~

gaps in the timelines of

lineage like broken branches

on that cross-stitched tree

of names and thread strands

of who goes where and how

pre-affair, divorce, remarriage,

cousins once-removed now

fully removed and never coming

back because they did the

same thing with their goodbyes ~

they burned the Christmas tree

boxes and all that’s left is

the cooling ash of

what once was

before their birds

left the nest for the skies

What’s Next?

Me in 25 years

What’s Next?

I’ve decided

that when I retire

I should go to

work for Caterpillar

pulling up

fence posts

dragging fences

lifting trash into

dumpsters

raising fig pickers

to the tip tops

of trees

retire from

education to

push the buttons,

turn the wheels,

steer the tires,

raise the levers of

heavy machinery

Day 2 of July Open Write with Jennifer Jowett of Michigan

Today’s host for the second day of the July Open Write at http://www.ethicalela.com is Jennifer Jowett of Michigan, who inspires us to write poems of loss. You can read Jennifer’s entire prompt here.

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Get Lost

I keep showing them to the exit
but they refuse to leave, to make
themselves scarce once and for all
they’re like Velcro leeches
sacked-out partiers
who won’t get lost
they stick with
me, these
pounds

Last Day of Summer

‘twas my last summer day off contract

and what did I do with my time?

basked in air conditioning

turned the thermostat low

gathered up a book

dogs in my lap

read the day

away,

napped

How I Beat the Heat


Hallmark’s Christmas in July movies

high velocity fan, full blast

pretending there’s a blizzard

piping hot black coffee

wrapped in sofa throw

Schnoodles piled high

all of us

beating

heat 

The older I get, the less I can endure the extreme heat and humidity. Give me a blizzard to handle the scorching heat! I’ve found that a good snowy Hallmark Christmas in July movie with love instead of hate, free from the problems of the world, is my ticket to a better day! Raising a mug to you – Cheers! Stay cool!

Cleaning Out!

we’re cleaning out a lifetime of stuff

making room for new adventures

goodbye to all the clutter

farewell to odds and ends

we’re clearing the air

ready for new

memories ~

coming

soon!