Like so many, I am appalled at the events that unfolded in the US Capitol on Wednesday. Appalled and heartbroken, but not shocked or even surprised. Anyone who has been paying attention has seen this coming. I held my breath on election day, hoping there would not be violence at the polls. We made it through that day, but still I worried through vote certifications across different states and the meeting of the Electoral College.
Tuesday night, I told my daughter that I hoped we got through Wednesday without violence erupting. I hate that my worries were right. Even more disturbing than the images of people swarming over walls and through the Capital to create mayhem (and fail at stopping Congress from completing the democratic responsibilities to certify the election results) was the response of law enforcement.
In the face of hordes of people who came armed (with pipe bombs, guns, sticks, fists) and who came with the announced intention to disrupt our government, Capital police treated them with respect and gentleness. Some appeared to be removing barricades out of the way. Some stopped to take selfies with those committing insurrection. Even when they cleared the Capitol, law enforcement escorted insurrectionists out with very few arrests.
Compare that to the images from protests against police brutality from this summer. In the face of mostly peaceful people protesting a long history of oppression and killings at the hands of law enforcement, police dressed in full riot gear and were eager to deploy tear gas and rubber bullets.
Our black and brown brothers and sisters have been trying to tell us their experience for a long time. It is time we listen. It is time we take action.
I do not agree with Lindsey Graham (imagine that) who said the Capitol police should have been quicker to use deadly force on Wednesday. But law enforcement have shown that they have the ability to deescalate and disperse angry crowds without turning to violence as their first choice. When police officers choose to shoot first, they need to be held accountable.
While I remain appalled, I am not surprised. I went again back to poems I wrote in February of 2017, when I was writing poems to help me process the election from four years ago. Unfortunately, too many of them hold up to today, such as this one.
Conservation of Truth
Wrath builds
amid a drought
of truth that lingers
after earthquakes
of fake news
and continuing tremors
of alternative facts
and conspiracy theories.
We may feel helpless
when the lies explode
in the face
of violent reality,
but with careful
conservation
we may cultivate
the nature
of truth
again.
We have much work in front of us to cultivate truth and justice. I hope we are up for it, but I am shaken this week.
Each Friday, I am excited to take part in Poetry Friday, where writers share their love of all things poetry. Sylvia hosts the Poetry Friday Roundup today at Poetry for Children. She offers a sneak peek at many of the poetry books coming in the new year. Hurry over and check out all the poetry morsels offered up today.
I browsed back through my journal today to find a poem. I spent quite a bit of time back in February 2017 where I wrote (most) days in response to Laura Shovan’s daily poetry challenge. Each day that year, a poet selected a news story and choose ten words from it to use in a poem. I wrote many of the poems that month to process the news at the beginning of the current Presidential administration. What struck me today is how little things have changed. Even though we knew nothing of experiencing a global pandemic first hand back in 2017, this poem could just as easily be written today.
If my notes are correct, this article from The New York Times was shared by Margaret Simon: In Covering Civil Rights, Reporter Enhanced His Words with Film. The ten words she chose were voting, rubble, playing, pen, capture, light, faced, power, frame, register. A few words didn’t make the cut during revisions.
Season of Discontent, or Our Fearful Leader
Mad with power
our fearful leader
registers his daily discontent.
Here a tweet
that frames how unfair
the papers pen their stories.
There a tweet
that twists perception
with alternative facts.
Faced with hard reality,
he plays a dangerous game
where we must
clear the fog
of disinformation
before we vote again.
Now is the time to blow away that fog and clear away obstacles that stand in the way of voting. If you have not registered to vote, or if you aren’t sure when or if you can take part in early voting or absentee voting, check out the information at the Center for Voting Information or VOTE411 or the Secretary of State website for your state. If you are able and not at high risk for COVID-19, consider volunteering to be a poll worker. The need is greater than ever this year since many poll workers in the past are in high risk categories for COVID-19.
Each Friday, I am excited to take part in Poetry Friday, where writers share their love of all things poetry. Kiesha hosts the Poetry Friday Roundup today at Whispers from the Ridge. She offers two of her favorite poems from Paul Laurence Dunbar that speak powerfully too our current times. Hurry over and check out all the poetry morsels offered up today.
I received The Song of Kiều by Nguyễn Du from Phong, our pandemic kid. Phong is from Vietnam, and this epic poem is the best-known and most loved poems from his country. After reading it (devouring it one car ride), I can see why.
The Song of Kiều grew from an old Chinese legend to become a beloved story in Vietnam and tells the story of Kiều, a beautiful woman whose wits and words carry her through twists of fate that she survives and triumphs. Kiều sacrifices her love and happiness to marry to save her family from debt but is tricked into working at a brothel. Her fortunes rise and fall throughout her journeys as she finds love again, falls into slavery, becomes a queen and a nun, outwits jealous wives, and avenges those who helped and hurt her. Through it all, her strength wit and words prevail.
Not only is her story full of adventure, the poetry sparkles–even though much of the word play is lost in translation. Vietnamese is a tonal language–the same syllables become different words depending on how much the inflection rises or falls. It is beautiful to listen to, but I cannot hear the difference except between the highest and lowest inflections (when said with great emphasis and slowly). The translator, Timothy Allen, gives a hint of the wordplay possible with the names of each section
I want to share with you just a bit from the beginning of the poem:
It’s an old story: good luck and good looks
don’t always mx.
Tragedy is circular and infinite.
The plain never believe it,
but good-looking people meet with hard tines too.
And the first description of Kiều:
But Kiều is still more beautiful. Her eyes
are dark and troubled as November seas.
Spring flowers envy her grave beauty
and the mountain as shivers with jealousy
whenever she passes by.
Her smile flashes like a thunderbolt.
A fine painter, singer and poet,
she makes mournfu; melodies on her hlute:
the saddest and sweetest is ‘Cruel Fate.’
The Song of Kiều is captivating and beautiful. Kiều has become one of my favorite and beloved characters–up there with Anne of Green Gables and Lucy Pevensie. I hope you are able to find a copy and discover her story for yourself.
Each Friday, I am excited to take part in Poetry Friday, where writers share their love of all things poetry. Carol hosts the Poetry Friday Roundup today at Beyond Literacy Link. She offers an extragavanza of summer memories with the Embracable Summer Gallery. You don’t won’t to miss out of this feast of poetry and images . Hurry over and check out all the poetry morsels offered up today.
It is good to be back with the Poetry Friday community. I took the summer off to soak up time with my daughter before she moved to Birmingham, Alabama, for graduate school last weekend. We also had a friend of hers, an international student from her college, stay with us through the pandemic. He headed off to Texas for graduate school, too, and the house is very quiet this week.
I am grateful for Tabatha Yeatts for organizing the summer poetry swap. I have enjoyed seeing the swaps and taking part for the first time last summer. When I signed up for this summer, I had no idea how much I would need and appreciate the gifts of poetry. Thank you, Tabatha, for giving me the commitment to write poetry for someone this summer. And thank you to Iphigene and Tabatha for your gifts of poetry.
It is amazing that both poetry gifts focused on birds–how did they know how much I have enjoyed watching and listening to the birds around our house, especially on the morning walks with my daughter. First, I received this wisdom from Tabatha:
And then Iphigene send more birds winging my way with her sketches and poem:
OnWhyBirdsMatter
Click the link above for more beautiful sketches that illustrate the poem.
A Yellow Vented Bulbul
A Large Billed Philippine Crow
What birds have flown across your path this summer?
Each Friday, I am excited to take part in Poetry Friday, where writers share their love of all things poetry. Lauta hosts the Poetry Friday Roundup today at Writing the World for Kids.She shares a playful poem about a puffer fish and offers warm encouragement to poets . Hurry over and check out all the poetry morsels offered up today.
Welcome to April and National Poetry Month. I plan to write a new poem every day for the month of April. For much of the month I hope to explore prompts in poemcrazy by Susan Goldsmith Wooldridge, but I make no promises not to find inspiration in other places. If you want to join in even more poetry fun and shenanigans check out the 2020 National Poetry Month Kidlitosphere Events Roundup hosted by Jama over at Jama’s Alphabet Soup. And for the first time (for me) I am taking part in the Progressive Poem organized by Margaret at Reflections on the Teche. Check out the daily progress with the list of contributors on the right (scroll down). .You can find today’s line from Michelle Kogan at Michelle Kogan Illustration, Painting and Writing. She wraps up our poem in style!
I made it–a poem published every day for April, otherwise known as National Poetry Month. Today’s poem comes from a surprise I found outside the back door this afternoon. When we moved into our new home last year, we learned that the house comes with a collection of barn cats. I’ve been slowly catching them and getting them to the vet, but my daughter and I were excited to see one of the cats growing larger and larger. We saw evidence that she gave birth, but no sign of any kittens. Then the second cat may have bee growing fatter, and the flatter, but it was hard to tell for sure. This kitty is the most skittish of them all. Then this afternoon, I saw this tucked between the heat pump and the side of the house. I’m trying to keep my distance since this mamma kitty deserted last year’s kittens. But aren’t they cute?
eyes still shut tight
new kittens in last year’s leaves
nestle together
If you want to see the rest of National Poetry Month poems, here they are:
Day 29: Book Skinny (from the image angel in poemcrazy)
Day 28: Dream Refuge (from the center of the house in poemcrazy)
Day 27: Open Hearts (from open the window in poemcrazy and Jane Goodall)
Day 26: Recipe for a Hike (from Irene Latham’s interview with Marilyn Singer)
Day 25: Lessons from a Pond (again from I dress myself with rain in poemcrazy)
Day 24: Geese haiku (from my pond)
Day 23: Blueberries (from skin spinoff in poemcrazy)
Day 22: Promise (DMC from Today’s Little Ditty)
Day 21: Found Haiku
Day 20: Ball of Yarn (from bring me magic in poemcrazy)
Day 19: Liminal (from Laura Shovan’s #WaterPoemProject)
Day 18: Where I’m From: A Poem from a Pond (from Laura Shovan’s #WaterPoemProject and I dress myself with rain in poemcrazy)
Day 17: Transformation (from poems and the body in poemcrazy)
Day 16: Follow My Nose (from poems and the body in poemcrazy)
Day 15: A Story Lost (DMC from Today’s Little Ditty)
Day 14: Water’s Smooch (from Laura Shovan’s #WaterPoemProject)
Day 13: Hope (from lying to tell the truth in poemcrazy and Emily Dickinson)
Day 12: My Sign (from my daily walk)
Day 11: Stitches (from from my grandmother in poemcrazy)
Day 10: These Hands (DMC from Today’s Little Diitty)
Day 9: I’m From (from where do you come from in poemcrazy)
Day 8: Peaceful Porch (from Plum Nelly poemcrazy)
Day 7: I Am (from full moon me in poemcrazy)
Day 6: Progressive Poem
Day 5: Small Celebrations (from on a night picnic in poemcrazy)
Day 4: A Water Limerick (from Laura Shovan’s #WaterPoemProject)
Day 3: our real names (from our real names in poemcrazy)
Day 2: Star Burst (from naming wild hippo in poemcrazy)
Day 1: Pandemic (DMC from Today’s Little Diitty)
Each Friday, I am excited to take part in Poetry Friday, where writers share their love of all things poetry. Liz hosts the Poetry Friday Roundup today at Elizabeth Steinglass. She offers a video with poems and activities from her book SOCCERVERSE. Hurry over and check out all the poetry morsels offered up today.
Welcome to April and National Poetry Month. I plan to write a new poem every day for the month of April. For much of the month I hope to explore prompts in poemcrazy by Susan Goldsmith Wooldridge, but I make no promises not to find inspiration in other places. If you want to join in even more poetry fun and shenanigans check out the 2020 National Poetry Month Kidlitosphere Events Roundup hosted by Jama over at Jama’s Alphabet Soup. And for the first time (for me) I am taking part in the Progressive Poem organized by Margaret at Reflections on the Teche. Check out the daily progress with the list of contributors on the right (scroll down). .You can find today’s line from Fan Haley at lil bits and pieces.
I’m trying another prompt in poemcrazy today. This practice invites me to consider image angels–any object that I see and that might have a message for me. Since I am getting tired, my gaze didn’t wander far–to the low bookshelves that line the wall in front of me. Here is an attempt at a skinny.
A Book Skinny
on low shelves filled with stories
books
open
new
worlds
books
hold
old
friends
books
filled with stories on low shelves
If you want to see the rest of National Poetry Month poems, here they are:
Day 28: Dream Refuge (from the center of the house in poemcrazy)
Day 27: Open Hearts (from open the window in poemcrazy and Jane Goodall)
Day 26: Recipe for a Hike (from Irene Latham’s interview with Marilyn Singer)
Day 25: Lessons from a Pond (again from I dress myself with rain in poemcrazy)
Day 24: Geese haiku (from my pond)
Day 23: Blueberries (from skin spinoff in poemcrazy)
Day 22: Promise (DMC from Today’s Little Ditty)
Day 21: Found Haiku
Day 20: Ball of Yarn (from bring me magic in poemcrazy)
Day 19: Liminal (from Laura Shovan’s #WaterPoemProject)
Day 18: Where I’m From: A Poem from a Pond (from Laura Shovan’s #WaterPoemProject and I dress myself with rain in poemcrazy)
Day 17: Transformation (from poems and the body in poemcrazy)
Day 16: Follow My Nose (from poems and the body in poemcrazy)
Day 15: A Story Lost (DMC from Today’s Little Ditty)
Day 14: Water’s Smooch (from Laura Shovan’s #WaterPoemProject)
Day 13: Hope (from lying to tell the truth in poemcrazy and Emily Dickinson)
Day 12: My Sign (from my daily walk)
Day 11: Stitches (from from my grandmother in poemcrazy)
Day 10: These Hands (DMC from Today’s Little Diitty)
Day 9: I’m From (from where do you come from in poemcrazy)
Day 8: Peaceful Porch (from Plum Nelly poemcrazy)
Day 7: I Am (from full moon me in poemcrazy)
Day 6: Progressive Poem
Day 5: Small Celebrations (from on a night picnic in poemcrazy)
Day 4: A Water Limerick (from Laura Shovan’s #WaterPoemProject)
Day 3: our real names (from our real names in poemcrazy)
Day 2: Star Burst (from naming wild hippo in poemcrazy)
Day 1: Pandemic (DMC from Today’s Little Diitty)
Welcome to April and National Poetry Month. I plan to write a new poem every day for the month of April. For much of the month I hope to explore prompts in poemcrazy by Susan Goldsmith Wooldridge, but I make no promises not to find inspiration in other places. If you want to join in even more poetry fun and shenanigans check out the 2020 National Poetry Month Kidlitosphere Events Roundup hosted by Jama over at Jama’s Alphabet Soup. And for the first time (for me) I am taking part in the Progressive Poem organized by Margaret at Reflections on the Teche. Check out the daily progress with the list of contributors on the right (scroll down). .You can find today’s line from Jessica Big over at Donna’ blog, Mainely Write.
I’m trying another prompt in poemcrazy today. This practice invites me to write about the center of my childhood home. Not the physical center, but my center. My first thought was my bedroom, but another place – not even inside the house — called to me instead. Many days that were even somewhat warm and sunny would find me in my favorite refuge and escape–the pine tree in the corner of the yard. As the weather warms up, I think I need to find another tree to climb.
Dream Refuge
I
climb branch
after branch
to the top of
the pine tree. Fingers
sticky with sap, I wedge
myself against the rough bark.
I sway with the whisper of wind
through green needles and enter my dreams.
If you want to see the rest of National Poetry Month poems, here they are:
Day 27: Open Hearts (from open the window in poemcrazy and Jane Goodall)
Day 26: Recipe for a Hike (from Irene Latham’s interview with Marilyn Singer)
Day 25: Lessons from a Pond (again from I dress myself with rain in poemcrazy)
Day 24: Geese haiku (from my pond)
Day 23: Blueberries (from skin spinoff in poemcrazy)
Day 22: Promise (DMC from Today’s Little Ditty)
Day 21: Found Haiku
Day 20: Ball of Yarn (from bring me magic in poemcrazy)
Day 19: Liminal (from Laura Shovan’s #WaterPoemProject)
Day 18: Where I’m From: A Poem from a Pond (from Laura Shovan’s #WaterPoemProject and I dress myself with rain in poemcrazy)
Day 17: Transformation (from poems and the body in poemcrazy)
Day 16: Follow My Nose (from poems and the body in poemcrazy)
Day 15: A Story Lost (DMC from Today’s Little Ditty)
Day 14: Water’s Smooch (from Laura Shovan’s #WaterPoemProject)
Day 13: Hope (from lying to tell the truth in poemcrazy and Emily Dickinson)
Day 12: My Sign (from my daily walk)
Day 11: Stitches (from from my grandmother in poemcrazy)
Day 10: These Hands (DMC from Today’s Little Diitty)
Day 9: I’m From (from where do you come from in poemcrazy)
Day 8: Peaceful Porch (from Plum Nelly poemcrazy)
Day 7: I Am (from full moon me in poemcrazy)
Day 6: Progressive Poem
Day 5: Small Celebrations (from on a night picnic in poemcrazy)
Day 4: A Water Limerick (from Laura Shovan’s #WaterPoemProject)
Day 3: our real names (from our real names in poemcrazy)
Day 2: Star Burst (from naming wild hippo in poemcrazy)
Day 1: Pandemic (DMC from Today’s Little Diitty)
Welcome to April and National Poetry Month. I plan to write a new poem every day for the month of April. For much of the month I hope to explore prompts in poemcrazy by Susan Goldsmith Wooldridge, but I make no promises not to find inspiration in other places. If you want to join in even more poetry fun and shenanigans check out the 2020 National Poetry Month Kidlitosphere Events Roundup hosted by Jama over at Jama’s Alphabet Soup. And for the first time (for me) I am taking part in the Progressive Poem organized by Margaret at Reflections on the Teche. Check out the daily progress with the list of contributors on the right (scroll down). .You can find today’s line from Robyn Hood Black at Life on the Deckle Edge.
One tradition we’ve started during this time of quarantine is Sunday night movie night. We grab a plate (or bowl) for supper and settle in on the couches to watch a movie together. Last night we watched the new documentary from National Geographic on Jane Goodall: The Hope. I’ve been a huge fan of hers since she spoke at my college almost 30 years ago Yes, I spend much of documentary saying things like, “Isn’t she amazing?” f you can catch the documentary, it is well worth your time.
One line from her in particular crept in and wouldn’t let go. When she met and worked with people that some would have considered “enemies,” she explained that you couldn’t convince people through confrontation. You had to reach their heart. That idea of reaching someone’s heart combined with a practice from poemcrazy that invited me to pay attention to areas of your life that need to find their voice. Here is what came out.
Open Hearts
Even before
we retreated
to our homes
to shelter in place,
we had withdrawn
to our entrenched
positions,
unwilling
to open our minds
or open our heart
to those people-
delorables or elites–
who refused
to see the light.
When we emerge
into a world
that won’t go
back to normal,
let us unclench
the fists we shake
and extend
an open hand
to our neighbors
and search for ways
to reach
each others’
hearts.
If you want to see the rest of National Poetry Month poems, here they are:
Day 26: Recipe for a Hike (from Irene Latham’s interview with Marilyn Singer)
Day 25: Lessons from a Pond (again from I dress myself with rain in poemcrazy)
Day 24: Geese haiku (from my pond)
Day 23: Blueberries (from skin spinoff in poemcrazy)
Day 22: Promise (DMC from Today’s Little Ditty)
Day 21: Found Haiku
Day 20: Ball of Yarn (from bring me magic in poemcrazy)
Day 19: Liminal (from Laura Shovan’s #WaterPoemProject)
Day 18: Where I’m From: A Poem from a Pond (from Laura Shovan’s #WaterPoemProject and I dress myself with rain in poemcrazy)
Day 17: Transformation (from poems and the body in poemcrazy)
Day 16: Follow My Nose (from poems and the body in poemcrazy)
Day 15: A Story Lost (DMC from Today’s Little Ditty)
Day 14: Water’s Smooch (from Laura Shovan’s #WaterPoemProject)
Day 13: Hope (from lying to tell the truth in poemcrazy and Emily Dickinson)
Day 12: My Sign (from my daily walk)
Day 11: Stitches (from from my grandmother in poemcrazy)
Day 10: These Hands (DMC from Today’s Little Diitty)
Day 9: I’m From (from where do you come from in poemcrazy)
Day 8: Peaceful Porch (from Plum Nelly poemcrazy)
Day 7: I Am (from full moon me in poemcrazy)
Day 6: Progressive Poem
Day 5: Small Celebrations (from on a night picnic in poemcrazy)
Day 4: A Water Limerick (from Laura Shovan’s #WaterPoemProject)
Day 3: our real names (from our real names in poemcrazy)
Day 2: Star Burst (from naming wild hippo in poemcrazy)
Day 1: Pandemic (DMC from Today’s Little Diitty)
Welcome to April and National Poetry Month. I plan to write a new poem every day for the month of April. For much of the month I hope to explore prompts in poemcrazy by Susan Goldsmith Wooldridge, but I make no promises not to find inspiration in other places. If you want to join in even more poetry fun and shenanigans check out the 2020 National Poetry Month Kidlitosphere Events Roundup hosted by Jama over at Jama’s Alphabet Soup. And for the first time (for me) I am taking part in the Progressive Poem organized by Margaret at Reflections on the Teche. Check out the daily progress with the list of contributors on the right (scroll down). .You can find today’s line from Dani Burtsfield at Doing the Work That Matters.
I found today’s inspiration from Irene Latham at Live Your Poem. On Friday, she shared an interview with Marilyn Singer about her new book, Follow the Recipe: Poems about Imagination, Celebration, and Cake (Dial, 2020). Not only does this book look delightful, but Irene also invited us to write our own recipe poems. She did, too!).
Recipe for a Hike
With step after step
in sturdy boots
follow a winding trail
over rocks and roots.
Explore ferns and flowers
and chattering birds.
Listen closely to a
song without words.
Wander beneath
the towering trees
and lift your face
to feel the breeze
as you drink deep
from nature’s peace.
If you want to see the rest of National Poetry Month poems, here they are:
Day 25: Lessons from a Pond (again from I dress myself with rain in poemcrazy)
Day 24: Geese haiku (from my pond)
Day 23: Blueberries (from skin spinoff in poemcrazy)
Day 22: Promise (DMC from Today’s Little Ditty)
Day 21: Found Haiku
Day 20: Ball of Yarn (from bring me magic in poemcrazy)
Day 19: Liminal (from Laura Shovan’s #WaterPoemProject)
Day 18: Where I’m From: A Poem from a Pond (from Laura Shovan’s #WaterPoemProject and I dress myself with rain in poemcrazy)
Day 17: Transformation (from poems and the body in poemcrazy)
Day 16: Follow My Nose (from poems and the body in poemcrazy)
Day 15: A Story Lost (DMC from Today’s Little Ditty)
Day 14: Water’s Smooch (from Laura Shovan’s #WaterPoemProject)
Day 13: Hope (from lying to tell the truth in poemcrazy and Emily Dickinson)
Day 12: My Sign (from my daily walk)
Day 11: Stitches (from from my grandmother in poemcrazy)
Day 10: These Hands (DMC from Today’s Little Diitty)
Day 9: I’m From (from where do you come from in poemcrazy)
Day 8: Peaceful Porch (from Plum Nelly poemcrazy)
Day 7: I Am (from full moon me in poemcrazy)
Day 6: Progressive Poem
Day 5: Small Celebrations (from on a night picnic in poemcrazy)
Day 4: A Water Limerick (from Laura Shovan’s #WaterPoemProject)
Day 3: our real names (from our real names in poemcrazy)
Day 2: Star Burst (from naming wild hippo in poemcrazy)
Day 1: Pandemic (DMC from Today’s Little Diitty)
Welcome to April and National Poetry Month. I plan to write a new poem every day for the month of April. For much of the month I hope to explore prompts in poemcrazy by Susan Goldsmith Wooldridge, but I make no promises not to find inspiration in other places. If you want to join in even more poetry fun and shenanigans check out the 2020 National Poetry Month Kidlitosphere Events Roundup hosted by Jama over at Jama’s Alphabet Soup. And for the first time (for me) I am taking part in the Progressive Poem organized by Margaret at Reflections on the Teche. Check out the daily progress with the list of contributors on the right (scroll down). .You can find today’s line from Amy at The Poem Farm.
I’ve gone back to a previous prompt in poemcrazy. I also wrote from this prompt on Day 18 with “Where I’m From: A Poem from a Pond.” My conversation with the pond outside our windows had more to teach me. This poem is getting closer, but I suspect I may come back to it again.
Lessons from a Pond
When some one throws
a stone into your life,
let the ripples spread.
Don’t hang on to the distortions
that reflect reality
like a fun house mirror.
Let them ripple
across the surface
and trust that smooth
waters will come again.
If you want to see the rest of National Poetry Month poems, here they are:
Day 24: Geese haiku (from my pond)
Day 23: Blueberries (from skin spinoff in poemcrazy)
Day 22: Promise (DMC from Today’s Little Ditty)
Day 21: Found Haiku
Day 20: Ball of Yarn (from bring me magic in poemcrazy)
Day 19: Liminal (from Laura Shovan’s #WaterPoemProject)
Day 18: Where I’m From: A Poem from a Pond (from Laura Shovan’s #WaterPoemProject and I dress myself with rain in poemcrazy)
Day 17: Transformation (from poems and the body in poemcrazy)
Day 16: Follow My Nose (from poems and the body in poemcrazy)
Day 15: A Story Lost (DMC from Today’s Little Ditty)
Day 14: Water’s Smooch (from Laura Shovan’s #WaterPoemProject)
Day 13: Hope (from lying to tell the truth in poemcrazy and Emily Dickinson)
Day 12: My Sign (from my daily walk)
Day 11: Stitches (from from my grandmother in poemcrazy)
Day 10: These Hands (DMC from Today’s Little Diitty)
Day 9: I’m From (from where do you come from in poemcrazy)
Day 8: Peaceful Porch (from Plum Nelly poemcrazy)
Day 7: I Am (from full moon me in poemcrazy)
Day 6: Progressive Poem
Day 5: Small Celebrations (from on a night picnic in poemcrazy)
Day 4: A Water Limerick (from Laura Shovan’s #WaterPoemProject)
Day 3: our real names (from our real names in poemcrazy)
Day 2: Star Burst (from naming wild hippo in poemcrazy)
Day 1: Pandemic (DMC from Today’s Little Diitty)