The prompt was a touching invitation to write, sharing what our writing space has meant this month.
Sarah Donovan has a way of weaving community together like a cherished tapestry so that each voice and thought has a place, each poet shines. And I am in awe – of her, of her poetry, of every voice in my writing community that sustains me and brings joy to all my broken places. I can’t yet write or think or feel from yesterday, when I had to hold my beloved Fitz for his last breath and release him…..but even without that little nose nudging me awake and those sweet little eyes staring into mine with full love, I’m better for having been Fitz’s person for the time we had him.
Celebrating Through The Tears: A Tribute to Poets in Community
my fingers won’t write but one thing I know: poets write hope in the grief
my heart won’t yet beat but this I know: poets find pulse in lifelessness
my breath won’t calm down but what I know: poet friends reach in, hold hands, sit
my eyes can’t see straight but I know this: poet friends jump in the tear pool
my soul has a hole and this I know: poet friends share theirs to fill mine
Barb Edler of Iowa and Glenda Funk of Idaho were our hosts yesterday for VerseLove. They brought us a thought provoking prompt (and the amazing Kate Baer as an inspirational poem) to start our midweek morning, thinking of all the ways we can make manifest the unseen in our world and lives, often in relationships and actions others can’t see – or refuse to see. I saw a musical last night – Six – that had me thanking writers who can raise voice and tell stories even ages after the living.
Six – History or Herstory?
onto The Fox stage Six voices raised: herstory (why we need no kings)
Yesterday, April 28, our KidLit Progressive Poem for 2026 was complete. Tabatha Yeatts added the starting and final lines, and also drew our map for the journey through the poem this month. As April comes to a close, we celebrate National Poetry Month and all the places it has taken us and will continue to take us. Tomorrow I will resume VerseLove blog posts and will delay by one day, but for today, come celebrate The Land of Poetry and take time to explore all of the poets who contributed lines to this poem…..
because there is no
place I’d rather be than The
Land of Poetry
Map by Tabatha Yeatts
The Land of Poetry
On my first trip to the Land of Poetry, I saw anthologies of every color, tall as buildings. A world of words, wonder on wings, waiting just for me! Birding for words shimmering, flecked in golden gilding,
binoculars ready, I toured boulevards and side streets exploring vibrant verses, verses so honest and tender, feathery lyrics, bright flitting avian athletes soaring ‘cross pages in rhythmic splendor.
In the Land of Poetry, I am the conductor seeking oodles of poems that tug at my heart– a musical medley of sound and structure An open mic in Frost Forest! Wonder who’ll take part?
There’s a pause in the program; no one takes the stage. The trees quiver, the audience looks up. Raven lands, singing Earth’s message of the sage. “Poetry in motion will be forevermore, from forests to sands.”
“Scatter,” she croaked. “Beyond Wilde Pond, to each and every beach.” Meek Dove mustered courage and sang, “Instill humanity with compassion & peace. Let Thackeray’s middle name, from this thicket, hearts reach!” Her gentle coo-ooo-ooos reverberate, soft as fleece.
Words dart, dimple—Do I dare warble what’s in my soul? I’ve inhaled inspiration…yes, I’ll risk my refrain. I fly to the mic, chanting “Tadpole, mole and oriole! Come all living beings from water, land, air; come high and low terrains!
Come, living your poems, hearts open, ablaze, Sing out your noise, adding to our forest-filling chorus!” Together. Empowered. Our choir conveys, “Why poetry? Words transform and restore us!”
Our host, Jessica, lives in Chicago, Illinois where she teaches English. She is currently a teacher-consultant with the Chicago Area Writing Project.
Jessica offers these words of inspiration: “This winter, I was fortunate to see the Yoko Ono: Music of the Mind exhibit at the Museum of Contemporary Art in Chicago. ” She was inspired by the lyrics of Grapefruit, in which a poem takes the form of instructions. Today, she inspires us to write poems on how to do something. You can read her full prompt here.
Lately, I’ve returned to the interlibrary loan system I used when I was in college to get books I want to read in my rural county in middle Georgia. I log in to my account, search the shelves across all the state libraries, and place holds on the ones I want in hard copy with my Pines System Library card. One simple click brings them across the miles to me – for free – where I pick them up and return them right across the street when I’m finished. It’s a frugal way to read anytime, but especially with retirement and a more limited budget as the next chapter. Also, our library offers free state park and zoo passes and theater tickets. If I want to listen, I can log in to Libby and get audiobooks too. This is the way to live, laugh, and read.
A librarian helps a smiling patron check out books at the library counter.
Dave Wooley is our host today at http://www.ethicalela.com for the 27th day of April, where he inspires us to write poems of interruptions. You can read his full prompt here, but I had a message for Dave this morning as I started to thank him for hosting us today:
Dave, what a prompt ~an apt and timely prompt~ with all the distractions in our world today it’s a blustery morning, Pooh ~ windier than I’d thought but no weather warnings and I know because I checked to see what shoes to wear because if it’s cold my feet have to be covered and there are certain things I can only wear with covered toes and I’m worried, so worried about that car under the last tree we have because they cut all the rest down for telephone poles telephone poles!!! who even uses telephone poles anymore?? well, it shocked me, I’ll tell you but apparently our loblollies made the cut for straight trees when they did the tree assessment like some sort of sorting hat for which fate the pines follow speaking of Harry Potter, I need to throw out the Butterbeer coffee creamer I think it went bad but none of my son’s friends got sick on the way to Talladega so maybe it’s good, I don’t know but I do need to grocery shop and did you see that kid??? when he won? Carson Hocevar all the way and I think it was okay with my son that Number 9 came in only fourth if a 23-year old won his first race ….AT TALLADEGA…. because as Ricky Bobby says if you ain’t first, you’re last and so Carson turned it up on that last lap and Chase Elliott can be first another time …oops, time…..gotta go to work
Clayton Moon of Thomaston, Georgia is our host today for the 26th day of VerseLove at http://www.ethicalela.com, inspiring us to write poems as cartographers capturing the essence of place through the five senses. You can read his full prompt here.
Enjoying a hot cup of coffee on a rustic porch overlooking a misty sunrise landscape.
I am working on a slam poem to go with today’s prompt at ethicalela.com for the 25th day of VerseLove, but meanwhile this sonnet is burning a hole in my paper, so I share this one today and may convert it to a slam poem later. For now, peace.
A woman happily reads a letter while sitting at a wooden kitchen table with plants and a cup of tea nearby.
Our host today for the 23rd day of VerseLove at http://www.ethicalela.com is Scott McCloskey of Michigan, who inspires us to write poems of loss. You can read his full prompt here.
Denise Krebs lives in Yucca Valley, California, near Joshua Tree National Park. She is busy learning to write habeas corpus petitions and briefs to help immigrant neighbors, campaigning for a new congress person, and stocking the shelves of the best Friends of the Library bookshop in her area. She blogs at Dare to Care. I am blessed to call Denise a personal friend, with whom I’ve presented at NCTE Conventions, written with for years at ethicalela.com, and write with each month as part of a small group of writers as part of The Stafford Challenge. I’m happy to introduce you to Denise today.
Denise inspires us to write borrowed line poems in a new way. She shares her process: Choose a poem and write the first word of each line in a column down the side of your page. You can use the whole poem or just a stanza. You can use one of Jackson’s or choose another poem or stanza from someone else you are reading. Write a free verse poem letting the other poet’s words carry you. You might find that being held to one simple constraint, like having the first word in each line determined, can release more freedom in your poetry.
I’ve been dabbling in watercolor techniques lately, getting ready to step out into retirement and paint landscapes of the places I visit. I was inspired by Denise’s poem today when I thought of dust settling – – as if it ever really settles – – but my mind went to watercolor and stardust, and I used Lauren Camp’s poem Tonight the Sky Breathes from her collection In Old Sky as my borrowed first words. Lauren was the astronomer poet in residence at The Grand Canyon and is also a former poet laureate of New Mexico. I attended a session where she spoke last month, and I fell in love with her style and her themes of darkness and grief over the loss of her father.
Pegasus Wins the Derby
wet on dry, vivid Thunder cracks seep in and settle in bold strokes like horse hoof dust
Let wet on wet be what carries racecloud churnings night a stardust palette washing teardrop stains into constellations
Margaret Simon of New Iberia, Louisiana is our host today for Day 22 of VerseLove at http://www.ethicalela.com, inspiring us to write Onomatopoeia poems. You can read her full prompt here as she guides us in writing poems with sound effect words.
A bird perched on a branch humorously ‘says’ cheeseburger please.
Common Threads 