Patchwork Prose and Verse
one of my adult daughters
still calls novels
chapter books ~
on hearing
our family news
she texted:
there I was
listening to my own
chapter book
in my own
little world
of someone else’s
little did I know
there was another
story unfolding
in my own….
I smiled and replied
this could be the start
of a new chapter…….
Watermelon Offerings
what is this?
well, would you
believe it?
a text ~ding~
a random
communication
newsflash
like a game of Yahtzee
nine years after the full house
will this not substitute
for the apology
owed everyone involved?
this we know:
the human heart
slices cleaner
than seedless watermelon
all cut up in cubes
in a parfait dish
for the entitled
wedding soloist
Fran Haley of North Carolina is our host for Day 29 of #VerseLove, inspiring us to write Heart Map poems. You can read her full prompt here.
Fran explains that author Georgia Heard created Heart Maps to help younger students find their own meaningful stories. She encourages us to brainstorm “first times” in our own lives – or last times.
The Last Time
The last time I came home
before you died you
stood feebly
in the door
cold rushing in
against your
flannel pajamas
swallowing you
life leaving your body
escaping you
your voice
deep and low
sunk to the bottom
of your being
a soul cry of despair
saying my name
Kim
proving you knew me
there at the bitter end
unlike the times before
your trembling arms
reaching for me
I reeled at
the change in you
in only a few days
and held you up
while we cried
both knowing
this would be
our last
standing hug
our last
cry together
our final
goodbye
before you
slipped away
I watched you die
Jessica Wiley of Conway, Arkansas is our host today for Day 27 of #VerseLove2024. She inspires us to write Sound Off poems, spouting off about things that irk us. You can read her full prompt here.
Burning Realms
his whole realm
went up in smoke
ashes of trust
soot of believability
smoldering memories
of the way
upon-a-times
once were
the day he
struck the sulfury
match
burning an
entire
kingdom to the
ground
starting with
his own
castle
*sulfury is a play on soul fury, as in Jessica’s original prompt a podcast entitled Sound and Fury was part of the discussion.
Tammi Belko of Ohio is our host for Day 25 of #VerseLove. You can read her full prompt here. She inspires us today to write Where I’m From poems, based on George Ella Lyon’s “Where I am From” poem. She provides a template to create a “Where I Am From” poem.
Royal Fortress Meadow
I’m from the Royal Fortress Meadow
from Breck shampoo and Johnson’s No More Tears
from wispy locks of amber gold, windblown in the breeze
I’m from chain-woven crowns of wildflowers, dandelions, and daisies
from backlit sunlight exposing the truth: there will never be no more tears
from churning butter and wondering why the pants don’t fit
I’m from ancestors of the lye soap stirred in the backyard tin tub
from the front porch swing and swigging Mason Jars of sweet tea
from wash behind your ears and do a good tick check
from a don’t you slam that screen door one more time! flyswatter granny
who swatted more than flies
I’m from the country church of the cardboard funeral fans
with the off-key piano
I’m from Georgia, Cherokee blood three generation branches up-tree,
still searching for the bloodstained earth of my ancestors
from Silver Queen corn, husks shucked
from shady pecan groves and Vidalia onion fields
from Okefenokee swamplands and railroads
that side that tallied three pees before flushing
from clotheslines of fresh sheets teeming with sweet dreams
from sleeping under a box window fan in sweltering summer heat
from folks doing what they could to survive
Kevin Hodgson of Massachussetts is our host for Day 24 of #VerseLove. You can read his full prompt here.
Kevin says, “Ada Limon’s amazing poem for NASA’s Europa Clipper mission – In Praise of Mystery: A Poem For Europa – often lingers in my mind, particularly as its launch into space is on the horizon in October. The sky is full of inspiration as is the mission of discovery. Her poem has me thinking of constellations, in particular, and how people across time, in different geographic places, have so often gazed up at the night sky and sought connections between the pinpoints of light, and told stories and created poems, and shared experiences.”
Kevin urges us to “consider a constellation as a starting point for a poem. Here is a list of the 88 “official” constellations.”
Connecting the Dots (Lepus the Hare)
on the screen
a couple hops
off a train
in Vienna for
an evening together
strangers taking
a chance on love
~before sunrise~
a palm reader
ambles over in
her flowing dress
and head wrap to
read their destinies
when the stars exploded
billions of years ago
they formed everything
that is this world
everything we know
is stardust, so
don’t forget:
you are stardust…..
you are both stars
then she walks off
into the night
where they go, too,
to do more-than-
stranger-things
before he recites
an Auden poem
the years shall
run like rabbits...
and so I
connect the
dots….{Lepus!}
because
As I Walked Out
One Evening
I saw them
yes, I saw
those rabbits
running like years
through the
meadows of heaven
through this
grassland galaxy
through this
Royal Fortress Meadow
Erica Johnson of Arkansas is our host today for the 17th day of #VerseLove. You can read her full prompt here as she inspires us to write Echoes from the Past.
Erica explains her process of writing an echo sonnet:
As I told my students, don’t worry too much about the traditional sonnet structure; focus instead on keeping it to a brief conversation of 14 lines between yourself and an “echo” of your choice.
I’ve been down and out with vertigo this week, so the echoes have been loud in between the world spinning.
Green grasses sway and bend and spin (like wind!)
look less like blades, way more like monster fur (sure!)
I’m praying for this vertigo to end (when???)
It’s hard to think when all the world’s a blur (duhrrr!)
Who’s Epley? I get sick from his maneuver (a mover!)
Oh, wait! I jerk my head ~ear crystals shatter (scatter!)
This could be true – a vertigo improver (a soother!)
Just keep a barf bag close so things don’t splatter (it matters!)
Even chirping birds sing sideways songs (gongs)
and baby bunnies loop like Ferris wheels (banana peels)
I need this meadow back how it belongs (it’s all wrong)
my countryside set back on even keels (not these feels)
Royal Fortress Meadows sing their woe (echo)
This dizzy/jacked-up/whirling Vertigo ($h1t Sh*w)
Our host today at http://www.ethialela.com for Day 10 of #VerseLove2024 is Joanne Emery, who inspires us to borrow ideas and lines from another poem to inspire our own. You can read her full prompt here, along with the poems and comments of others.
She explains her process: Find a line in the poem that stands out to you, expresses something about yourself. Then continue the poem while reflecting how you live your life.
We used Jane Hirschfield’s poem My Life Was the Size of My Life, and I borrowed this line from hers:
and closed its hands, its windows
I also chose one from Joanne’s poem Larger than My Life
with perfect white teeth, smiling
Keystones
our house with keystones
with perfect white teeth, smiling
to raise our children
you pulled all its teeth
and closed its hands, its windows
we bloomed in the dark
Denise Krebs of California is our host today for #VerseLove2024. She inspires us to write List Poems. You can read her full prompt here. I’ve added some pictures, just for fun – – a quick glimpse of our wedding weekend on St. Simons Island, Georgia, where my brother Ken and his bride Jennifer were wed on Saturday afternoon. Narrowing it down to the top ten – – that was a tough challenge!
I love a list poem because it doesn’t have to rhyme, it can be random, and it can be completely out of order or it can run in a countdown fashion to the top of the list. Mine is random, and it’s a photographic prose list poem, a blend of all my favorite kinds. I could not pick a single favorite moment.
Top 10 Wedding Weekend Moments
Straight-from-the-soul smiles on my brother and his bride’s faces, so full of happiness and love,
meeting my brother’s new family and feeling both sides merge into one big family,
getting a new sister-in-law,
placing flowers on the altar in memory of our mothers,
seeing the shoes of my son and husband and feeling them lift me up when I fell,
watching the dads dance – one with a cane, one with bionic knees, but believe it: these two can groove,
watching my brother watch the love of his life come down the aisle,
spending time with extended family and close family (5 of our 6 grandchildren),
figuring out how to win the dinner bill argument with my son since I own nearly one million shares of Shiba Inu (only worth about $25.00 total at .00002 a share, but hey – – it worked),
playing and having a picnic in the parks and hearing my 5 year old grandson’s response when I tried to tell him my ice cream was mashed potatoes and he took the folded arm stance and firmly stated, “that’s impossible!” (they all got ice cream).
Mo Daley of Michigan is our host today for the 8th day of #VerseLove2024, inspiring us to write Zip Odes (an ode to our Zip Codes) by considering our place and our zip code. You can read Mo’s full prompt and the poems and comments of others here.
To write a zip ode, write the numbers of your zip code down the left-hand side of the page. Each number determines the number of words in that line. For a zero, you can leave it blank, insert an emoji or symbol, or use any number of words between 1 and 9.
I thought of the meaning of my name as a connection between where I live and who I am.
From the Royal Fortress Meadow
3 royal fortress meadow
0 =
2 Kimberly‘s meaning
9 green pastures, rolling hillsides, fields full of countryside charms
2 rural Georgia
Common Threads 