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VerseLove Day 17: Search Poems

Our host for Day 17 of VerseLove 2025 at http://www.ethicalela.com is Angie Braaten, who inspires us with a poetry prompt to use Google search phrases to create a poem. You can read her full prompt here.

Googling

how much is enough sleep?

how much is enough to retire?

how much?

when is enough enough?

when is there too little?

when?

should we be worried about bird flu?

should we break up?

should we?

shall we gather at the river?

shall we dance?

shall we?

how can you tell if a cat is pregnant?

how can you tell if a diamond is real?

how can you tell if an egg is bad?

how can you tell whether zeros are significant?

how can you tell?

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#VerseLove Day 13 with Dr. Sarah J. Donovan of Oklahoma – Witnessing

Dr. Sarah J. Donovan is the founder of Ethical ELA, a community for teacher-writers, and a 2024 Fellow for the Genocide Education Project. A former middle school English teacher and author, she advocates for humanizing literacy practices, genocide education, and poetry as witness. Her work bridges pedagogy, justice, and storytelling.

Sarah inspires us to write poems in recognition of the past and in celebration of the Armenian people, their voices, and their enduring culture. You can read her full prompt here. I’m sharing a celebration pantoum.

Armenian Culture Pantoum

elders are respected

children are revered

Hellenistic temples

intricate khachkars

children are revered

strong family values

intricate khachkars

lavash and harissa

strong family values

Yarkhushta marriage dance

lavash and harissa

Artsakh carpets

Yarkhushta marriage dance

Hellenistic temples

Artsakh carpets

elders are respected

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#VerseLove Day 10 with JoAnne Emery – Look Closely

Today’s host at http://www.ethicalela.com for the 10th day of #VerseLove2025 is Joanne Emery, who inspires us to look closely at something in nature and write a poem about it. You can read her full prompt here.

I was on my way to Mississippi on Tuesday when I stopped for a memory card and noticed a huge mural proclaiming Greenville as Alabama’s Camellia City. I stopped and looked. I hadn’t thought of camellias in a long time, but my mother had loved them so much. It felt like a hello from Heaven.

Hello from Heaven

two days ago

passing through

Greenville, Alabama

I noticed a mural~

Alabama’s Camellia City

fuchsia petals

and yellow anthers

adorning the corners

and thought of

my mother, who loved them

yesterday

in Hattiesburg, Mississippi

I drove past a camellia

bush of these exact colors

and thought again of

my mother, who loved them

this gentle wave from Heaven

to remind me of her

sent me on a quest

to discover more about

the Japan rose

which symbolizes

advancing women’s rights

and is used to make tea

and food seasoning

and to protect the blades

of sharp cutting instruments ~

interesting, but where is the

message from Heaven?

my brother will be at

The Masters, where the

10th Hole is The Camellia Hole

so I will tell him to look for a

sign from our mother there

and perhaps, just perhaps

he’ll see a

Freedom Bell or

Cornish Show, Inspiration,

Royalty, or a Spring Festival

maybe my own message is

here, now, ~ in To Kill a

Mockingbird, Jem destroys

Mrs. Dubose’s garden when

she insults his family but is

later given a bud from the

dying woman who struggled

to overcome her

morphine addiction

and perhaps, just perhaps

this camellia wave is

every assurance that

forgiveness of others

is the work my heart

needs to do

and perhaps, just perhaps

I’ll plant a camellia this spring

to welcome more

hellos from Heaven from

my mother, who loved them

I glance up at the coffee table

in the VRBO where I’m staying

and notice a decorative box

I hadn’t noticed before now

gold-outlined camellias

as if my mother has been

sitting with me as I write this poem

and perhaps, just perhaps

she has

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#VerseLove Day 9 – with Britt Decker of Texas – Depending on When You Met Me

Our host for the 9th day of #VerseLove2025 is Britt Decker of Houston, Texas, who inspires us to write. a poem about who we were at various times in our lives. You can read her full prompt here. Maybe you’ll come write with us today! I’ve chosen a list poem for today’s poem.

Depending on when you met me, you would have known

I was a wild preacher’s kid running amok with a

cast of characters that weren’t Southern Baptists ~

that I became them in my closet with a flashlight

obsessed with the words, the characters, the places

in Childcraft Volume 1: Poems and Rhymes

the book with the gold and pink banded spine

where they lived on pages but came alive

in me ~ and stay with me still

I’m Pirate Don Durk of Dowdee

I’m a sugar plum tree at the Lollipop Sea

I’m a little turtle climbing on the rocks

I’m Wee Willie Winkie, crying through the locks

I’m a water nymph with green glass beads

I’m a goblin in the marsh, howling in the reeds

I’m Mary, Mary, quite contrary

I’m a little puffin on an island in the sea

I’m a gypsy, a gypsy, earrings in my ears

I’m a cave boy with a spear hunting prehistoric deer

I’m the Raggedy Man with a wobble-ly calf

I’m the Ice Cream man with a cart full of laughs

I’m Young Melissa sweeping a room

I’m an astronaut….3, ….2,…..1……BOOM!

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#VerseLove Day 8 with Darius Phelps of New York – The Good Son

Dr. Darius Phelps, our host for Day 8 of #VerseLove 2025, is the Assistant Director of Programs at the Center For Publishing, Writing, and Media at NYU. You can read his full prompt here.

He encourages us to write poems about something we carry from someone before us, or something/someone we try to imitate.

Cricketing

I cricket.

I rub my feet together

to relax.

My father did it

and his mother, too.

It scares me

these repetitive motions

the oldness of it all.

I cricket.

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#VerseLove Day 6 with Stacey Joy of California – Where I’m From, Again!

Stacey Joy, our host for Day 6 of #VerseLove 2025, is a National Board Certified Teacher, Google Certified Educator, and 2013 L.A. County Teacher of the Year. Stacey has taught elementary school for 39 years in Los Angeles Unified School District.

Today, Stacey invites us to write Where I’m From poems. She offers this process: “Visit George Ella Lyon’s website for a refresher on Where I’m From. If you are a list person, create a list of people/places/things/memories. Then compose your poem in any way you prefer. If you are more comfortable with a form, you can write your poem following a form you prefer.” You can read her full prompt here.

Today, I’m writing a Where I’m Not From poem.

I’m not from here.

I’m not from this chaos.

I won’t play these games.

I won’t clean up the mess.

I won’t sit at the table.

I won’t partake of the feast.

I won’t bow for a fake prayer (I know the difference)~

I won’t smile and pretend.

I won’t take the bait.

I’m not from this chaos.

I’m not from here.

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VerseLove Day 5 with Bryan Ripley Crandall of Connecticut – Scars

Bryan Ripley Crandall, our host for Day 5 of VerseLove 2025 at http://www.ethicalela.com, lives in Stratford, Connecticut, where he directs the Connecticut Writing Project and is Professor of English Education at Fairfield University.

Bryan offers these directions: “Write about a scar, one that may be physical in nature or one that might be more  emotional.” You can read his full prompt here.

I chose a Pantoum form for this poem and made the decision to keep a staccato rhythm, as if touching a hot stove and getting burned.

Heart Scar Pantoum

my heart is scarred

it opened

it believed

it got stomped

it opened

it trusted

it got stomped

it realized

it trusted

it committed

it realized

it learned

it committed

it believed

it learned

my heart is scarred

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#VerseLove Day 4 with Dave Wooley of Pennsylvania – Oh, The Places You’ll Go!

Dave Wooley, our host for Day 4 of #VerseLove 2025, lives in Pennsylvania.

Dave inspires us to write from the perspective of a traveller, choosing to focus on the place, or focus on the experience of traveling, or maybe just the idea of being a traveller. He suggests using photos to help relive moments and inspire the thoughts of the poem. You can read his full prompt here.

I chose a photo of my youngest granddaughter with me having ice cream at Leopold’s in Savannah, Georgia and wrote a pantoum poem to capture the memory.

Sisterhood of the Southern Sweet Tooth

there we were, so sassy

Magnolia Mae and I

eating rose petal ice cream

at Leopold’s in Savannah, Georgia

Magnolia Mae and I~

grandmother and granddaughter

at Leopold’s in Savannah, Georgia

of the Sisterhood of the Southern Sweet Tooth

grandmother and granddaughter

sharing a spoon and a knowing smile

of the Sisterhood of the Southern Sweet Tooth

Georgia girls with flowery style

sharing a spoon and a knowing smile

eating rose petal ice cream

Georgia girls with flowery style

there we were, together

My youngest granddaughter and I – sharing ice cream
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March 31: 9:00-9:31 p.m. The Goodnight Magnesium and Music Festival

bedtime rituals

foot rub magnesium cream

relaxing music

I’m a firm believer in sleep – not too much, and not too little. I wish I knew the sweet spot of food like I know the sweet spot of sleep. I head bedward at 9:00 so I can start getting sleepy. The goal is to be fully asleep between 9:30 and 10:00 and to wake at 5:00 without exercising the snooze option more than a couple of times (much more challenging on a Monday).

For years, I took melatonin, but the nightmares were real. That’s when my sister in law told me about magnesium foot cream, and my sleep has never been better. This is the first part of my sleepy time ritual.

Plus, there is music. Which leads me to Leigh Anne Eck’s Music Festival. I’m showing up in pajamas and slippers, hair up and face drenched with moisturizer because my music is focused on peaceful relaxation and not feeling like I want to get up and dance or bust a move my body can no longer handle.

Let’s start with Louis Armstrong’s What a Wonderful World. No one on earth offers greater reassurance that things are still okay with the world than Louis himself. I need that at the end of a day when everything has reached the crescendo of doubt. Trees of green and red roses, skies of blue and clouds of white and babies…..it’s a feast of all-is-well, now go to sleep knowing it’s going to be okay. Tom T. Hall’s I Love is one that offers some reassurance, too, but not quite like old Lou.

B.J. Thomas may be in my top 5 artists with songs like Don’t Worry, Baby for relaxing. This one is on par with The Alan Parson Projects’ Eye in the Sky, which brings it waaaaay up on the list with its one greatest line in the whole song: the sun in your eyes made some of the lies worth believing.

But the best ever, the top top top line I love in a song is actually a question, and anytime we hear it playing, my husband and I look at each other and answer, “Yes.” The Eagles: Take it to the Limit – – if it all fell to pieces tomorrow, would you still be mine?

Now I could go far down the John Denver Country Roads and Calypso lyrics a long, long way…. they’re on my relaxation playlist, too, at this Goodnight Music Festival.

Let’s get this goodnight party started as we close out another year of The Slice of Life March Challenge and look forward to the Tuesday slicing all year long.

Good night, Moon! Good night, March! Good night, Slicing family! Thank you for the stories and for sharing your lives this month and inspiring everyone. See you on Tuesday!

Hey, wait……that’s tomorrow! In that case, see you around 5:00 a.m………

Special thanks to the TWT crew for making this month of slicing possible, to each of the writers for all of the inspiration, and to Glenda, Barb, and Denise for slicing in time increments throughout the day. Your writing kinship means the world to me, and I’ll end with a group hug and an invitation to write through April with another writing community starting tomorrow as we kick off VerseLove 2025 at http://www.ethicalela.com. If you wrote for 31 days, you can write for 61 – – believe it! Hope to see you there!

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March 29: 7:56-8:27 The Moment I Knew My Husband Had Taken to the Hot Tea Ritual

We’re the world’s biggest YouTubers.

And by YouTubers, I don’t mean the kind that make videos and upload them, exposing every detail of our lives in the process, right down to how we organize our underwear in the drawers of our camper that we sold at the beginning of the month like some adventurers do.

I mean the kind that pretty much every weekday evening are checking for the latest posts from the people we follow. So when my slicing time from 7:56-8:27 rolls around, I’m usually just finishing the Wordle and getting ready to start the latest video from Keep Your Daydream or Turner Max Adventures or Randi’s Adventures. I’ve already watched and rewatched Plant Vibrations With Devin Wallien right when I got home and finished taking the dogs out and watering plants (Devin’s recent Houseplant Tour – 125 is my current favorite, and I’ll watch that one on repeat practically).

Seriously? A favorite word and it took five tries?

We have our fixed routine about it, too, like most other old people. We come in, change into t-shirts and pajama pants, empty our lunchboxes, figure out what’s for dinner, and then one of us will start the teapot for our evening hot tea during this time of the day. We decide together what kind of tea we want, and rarely do we have two different kinds. Usually it’s green tea, but sometimes we go all out and have black tea or white tea. On nights when we really feel like getting wild, we have spiced tea.

I’m always the tea fixer, but either one of us might hit the button to start the electric kettle after we decide which kind to have. That’s important because we need to know whether to hit the button for green tea at that exact temperature, black for that temperature, or white for that temperature. It matters.

My husband empties his lunchbox in the kitchen

Honestly, I wasn’t sure when I switched us over to drinking more green tea whether my husband would buy in, but he has.

Want to know when I knew it for sure? It happened one afternoon when I’d started the evening tea ritual a little earlier than usual because I was feeling chilly. He hadn’t even emptied his lunchbox yet, and already I was stirring the honey in his tea.

I heard him mutter something about meaning to cut something back. He took his tea and disappeared through the garage door. Next thing I knew, I heard the tractor coming from the barn and looked out and saw him coming across the yard – – with his tea! On the tractor!

And that’s when I knew I had a serious tea drinker on my hands.

I laughed so hard. It brought back memories of The Art of Racing in the Rain when that French racecar driver was in a race sipping on his espresso like there was nothing to winning a race. Here was my backwoods country husband still in his work clothes, on his tractor, sipping his evening tea, and here I stood laughing from the living room window and loving him so much because this is the life partner I’ve always wanted to be surrounded by trees with. In a house on a farm on the backside of nowhere where there is so much simple life to count on and celebrate at the end of the day.

Today is our anniversary,

and I’ll tell him

just what I tell him every day: that I love him.

and what I love most is knowing

that at the end of it

we’ll be right here in our chairs

sipping tea together

Living life on the edge!

Cheers!