#VerseLove Day 30 with Dr. Sarah J. Donovan of Oklahoma – Congratulating VerseLovers!

Today, Dr. Sarah Donovan, founder of Ethicalela.com, is our host for the last day of VerseLove 2025. She inspires us with several prompt options, which you can read here. I chose to take a line from each host’s poem throughout the 30 days, in order, to create a new poem. I took the last line from my poem on the day that I hosted to become the title. Poets’ names are in the order in which their line appears under the poem.

Even Now

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love

a new leaf

our friendship remains

wind whips snow and rain and sleet, stinging our smiling faces

older now, but happy

I am from green sticker grass, speckled with dandelions

twining vines together to be held in the right places

a lullaby for what cannot be undone

you might have ooh’d and aaw’d

to keep the memories

unraveling

to write the tears and cry into absence that hope might

taking me to a different time and place

let us walk in the woods

a truer friend is hard to find, so kind

there will be joy in the morning

mind drifting under periwinkle sky

something like the snowballs we wished to have

knowing we will someday die

nor think the illusion a mirage

warm and bittersweet

everything is ghastly white –

all a reminder that newness brings life

secretly embracing

that this wasn’t really

like my thoughts

in the midst of the storm, it can be hard to see clear

into life’s unknown

and still, I hold onto hope

A huge hug and thank you to these host poets with borrowed lines, in order:

Jennifer, Leilya, Denise, Dave, Bryan, Stacey, Erica, Darius, Britt, Joanne, Kate, Sarah, Padma, Brittany, Katrina, Angie, Tammi, Jordan, Susan, Glenda, Margaret, Barb, Larin, Ashley, Scott, Alexis, Donnetta, Stefani, Sarah/Maureen

National Poetry Month’s KidLit Progressive Poem – April 2025


The annual National Poetry Month Kidlit Progressive Poem is well underway, and along with other poets who have added a line before mine, I’m adding one today.  Margaret Simon is our host, inviting 30 poets to create a communal poem throughout these 30 days of National Poetry Month.

My line follows Amy’s line from yesterday:

Open an April window

let sunlight paint the air

stippling every dogwood

dappling daffodils with flair

Race to the garden

where woodpeckers drum

as hummingbirds thrum

in the blossoming Sweetgum

Sing as you set up the easels

dabble in the paints

echo the colors of lilac and phlox

commune without constraints

Breathe deeply the gifts of lilacs

rejoice in earth’s sweet offerings

feel renewed-give thanks at day’s end

remember long-ago springs

Bask in a royal spring meadow

Tune in tomorrow to see what Margaret Simon adds! You can see the list of poets and their dates below.

April 1 Linda Mitchell at A Word Edgewise

April 2 Tricia Stohr-Hunt at The Miss Rumphius Effect

April 3 Robyn Hood Black at Life on the Deckle Edge

April 4 Donna Smith at Mainely Write

April 5 Denise Krebs at Dare to Care

April 6 Buffy Silverman 

April 7 Jone Rush MacCulloch

April 8 Janice Scully at Salt City Verse

April 9 Tabatha Yeatts at The Opposite of Indifference 

April 10 Marcie Flinchum Atkins

April 11 Rose Capelli at Imagine the Possibilities 

April 12 Fran Haley at Lit Bits and Pieces

April 13 Cathy Stenquist

April 14 Janet Fagel at Mainely Write

April 15 Carol Varsalona at Beyond LiteracyLink

April 16 Amy Ludwig VanDerwater at The Poem Farm

April 17 Kim Johnson at Common Threads

April 18 Margaret at Reflections on the Teche

April 19 Ramona at Pleasures from the Page

April 20 Mary Lee at A(nother) Year of Reading

April 21 Tanita Davis 

April 22 Patricia Franz

April 23 Ruth at There’s no such thing as a Godforsaken town

April 24 Linda Kulp Trout 

April 25 Heidi Mordhorst at My Juicy Little Universe

April 26 Michelle Kogan 

April 27 Linda Baie at Teacher Dance

April 28 Pamela Ross at Words in Flight

April 29 Diane Davis at Starting Again in Poetry

April 30 April Halprin Wayland at Teaching Authors

Blue Ridge Writer’s Conference – Day 2 – The Art of Revision

Saturday’s sessions

Revising with Scissors Nonet

so much to learn in these writing sessions

we brainstorm, jot ideas, arrange words

we consider other structures

we cut out inked passages

using sharp-tongued scissors

that speak only truth

we reread, smile

revisions

forgive

shears

Jessica Handler led a session on using sensory details in writing to make characters come alive
We shared our favorite techniques using what we’re currently writing as our material for organizing in different ways. Mickey is a master at teaching how to outline!

I didn’t want to leave. I wanted the writer’s conference to last a full week, and I wanted to stay in a lodge with other writers, where we could sit in the common room by the fire in the evenings in sweatpants and scarves and sip wine and share writing. But I keep that vision in my mind, that image of total peace and bliss, and carry it with me back into reality on the heels of this fabulous winter break.

I’m already looking forward to next year’s conference.

February Open Write Day 2: Hope Lies Within

Photo by Viktoria Slowikowska on Pexels.com

Stacey L. Joy of Los Angeles, California is our host today for the second day of the Open Write at http://www.ethicalela.com. She writes, “Back in April 2021 for Verselove, our Ethical ELA friend, Dr. Kim Johnson, prompted us to write a mirror poem by finding words from another poet to use in our original poems. I fell in love with You, too, Can Fly by Zetta Elliot. And I fell deeper in love with the Etheree as my form. It’s Black History Month, and my heart longs for hope during such difficult times. I know our ancestors left us with hope. It’s up to us to find it and spread it.”

You can read Stacey’s full prompt and the poems of others, along with the process for writing an etheree here.

I used two of my favorite black poets’ works today, and one favorite of Mexican-American descent, to blend an etheree in celebration of all strong women of this nation: Lucille Clifton (won’t you celebrate with me) and Maya Angelou (The Human Family), two strong women whose poetry modeled what our reigning US Poet Laureate Ada Limon meant when she wrote How To Triumph Like A Girl. And here we are, standing on this bridge together.

Lifting Our Shirts

take

my hand

celebrate

togetherness

strength in unity

we are more alike, my

friend(s), than we are unalike

the human family survives

on this bridge of lady heart triumph

just lift our shirts and see to believe it

Horror Farm

out by the tree line

of Loblolly pines

fifty feet from our

front door

where the Great

Horned Owl pair

chats across the

pine branches

at 5 a.m.

Ollie and Fitz

stopped in their tracks

to smell the rotting leaves.

They looked like charcoal,

only fuzzy. More like a

squirrel tail torn to shreds.

Or a rabbit.

I had just told my children

about rabbit, rabbit earlier

on the first day of June.

Was this a harbinger of

death for this poor

creature gone except

for its fur?

This farm holds mysteries

that will never yield answers.

It’s been the Johnson

Funny Farm since 1971

when three farmhands

saw a trio of cross-eyed pigs

but it’s not all funny here.

Sometimes there is

a twinge of horror against

all the laughter and tears.

Awakenings at 1828 Coffee Company – an Evening of Poetry Slice of Life Day 30, Stafford Challenge Day 74

SpSpecial thanks to Two Writing Teachers
 Spellbound by Poetry

we, in one accord
listened ~ hung on every word
our hungry hearts heard

Thursday night’s reading of Awakenings by Clayton Moon in our local coffee shop on the town square to kick off our town’s celebration of National Poetry Month was a heartwarming cross-section of intergenerational bridging that nothing but poetry can build. From teenagers to young adults to middle-agers to seniors, we were all listening in one accord as we hung on every word.

Before I welcomed Clayton to the microphone, I shared the impact of a writing community not only in the writing, but in the day to day living – the motivation to learn new things, to try new things, to notice new things. I shared with those who’d come that I would be sharing poems written by living poets from across the United States during the month of April. I began by sharing a definition poem illuminating our theme of awakenings, written by our friend Fran Haley of North Carolina. I shared each canvas, one at a time, describing how they would hang ladder-style in the window of the Chamber of Commerce with eye hooks and chain once the display was complete. #4 brought smiles, the kind I could tell were deep from within, the knowing satisfaction of a feeling.

Here are some photos of the kickoff event for our town’s poetry celebration.

Definition poem by Fran Haley
Clayton “Boxer” Moon reads from his book Awakenings

Clayton, who goes by Boxer for most of us who know him, shared his book, written from the awakening to the brewing of the coffee to the first cup, the second cup, the third cup, and the dregs. His featured poem, The Heart of Nahoo, offered a tribute to retired educator Dr. Dan Dunnahoo, who was our county’s long-time art teacher and who now is the president of the Pike County Arts Council and who restored the coffee shop and preserved its history right down to saving each nail and floorboard.

Boxer’s books and Sarah’s art – they collaborate on father/daughter books that he writes and she illustrates
Boxer reads to the crowd
Boxer (L), Dr. Dan Dunnahoo (C), and Sarah (R) stand with an excerpt of Boxer’s tribute poem for Dan.
Three people who didn’t know each other an hour ago write poetry together – this is why we need more of it!
This young lady wrote a Cento poem in a short time – she used the poetry kiosk sticks and wrote hers in colorful letters.
One of our town’s short story writers came out to support poetry writing and hear Clayton read.
Our town’s Magistrate Judge talks with Sarah and Melinda Moon, Clayton’s wife and daughter
Ethan Jacobs’ Cento Poem on a magnetic poetry kiosk

Ethan was our poet for our February event. He shared from is recently published book Dust. I also wanted to share a couple of photos from his event. We’re blessed to live in a town where authors, poets, and artists stand ready to share their talents with us!

Ethan Jacobs was our reader from February, and this is a photo from his Leap Day event.
Ethan Jacobs read from his book Dust on Leap Day in our coffee shop.

Come visit us in Georgia, have coffee, and read and write with us!