Welcome to Day 5 of the January Open Write. A very heartfelt thank you to Barb Edler and Glenda Funk for supporting our new year poetic experiences together! If you have written with us before, welcome back. If you are joining us for the first time, you are in the kind, capable hands of today’s host, so just read the prompt below and then, when you are ready, write in the comment section below. We do ask that if you write, in the spirit of reciprocity, you respond to three or more writers. To learn more about the Open Write, click here. We will see you all back here February 18-22 with Stacey Joy and Britt Decker.

Our Hosts

Barb currently works part time teaching college composition courses at Iowa Wesleyan University in Mount Pleasant, Iowa. After teaching English for forty years, and TAG for four, she retired in 2020. A lifelong Iowan, she enjoys exploring the beauty of nature, especially in her back yard where she can view the Mississippi River each day. When she isn’t reading student work, books for pleasure, or writing poetry, you can most likely find her rooting for the Hawkeyes or playing cards.

Glenda retired from full-time teaching in 2019 after a 38 year career and is now substitute teaching in her district where she’s learning common core math from second graders and how to measure waves in sixth grade science with middle schoolers. In addition to being a dog and cat mom, Glenda is a doting grandmother to baby Ezra, who, like those precocious second graders, is fascinated with her silver hair. Glenda recently moved and renamed her blog Swirl & Swing. You can find her at www.glendafunk.wordpress.com

Inspiration

Poet Emily Dickinson left behind hundreds of poetic fragments scrawled on the backs of envelopes when she died. These poems have been called gorgeous nothings and described as “the fossil tracks of birds.” We’re inspired by this idea of short poems in small spaces and the idea of connecting through old-school handwriting with those in our community. We also know how rare personalized correspondence is in this digital age. Read more about and see examples of Dickinson’s scrap poems here. 

One activity I always enjoyed when teaching creative writing was to have my students construct a poetry postcard. To do this I would have them create an image on one side of a blank index card. Then I would have them draw a line down the middle of the other side. The left side would contain their poem and the right side would contain the address. Students need a lot of help with this as they are often unfamiliar with posting letters, postcards, etc.

Process

Today write a postcard poem to share with someone special in your life.  Choose an image you would like to write about or use as a frame for your message. It can be something you have captured from nature, a family gathering, a social event, etc. Barb’s photo is one she took of the moon and Glenda’s is of a postcard from a trip she took last year at Glacier National Park. Since postcards invite short communications, consider writing a short poem such as a haiku, cinquain or lantern poem. Consider how you might address your card, too.

Haiku: is a three lined poem that focuses on a moment in nature. The Americanized version uses three, five, and three syllables in each successive line.

Cinquain: five lines with two, four, six, eight, and two syllables in each successive line. 

Lantern: Generally focuses on one word or idea that begins the poem and builds the concept while creating a lantern shape. Five lines with one, two, three, four, and one syllable.

Barb’s Postcard

Glenda’s Postcard and Poems

Connected Cartographies
we map our friendship:
trace word line cartography
Barb, me, poetry
Address: 
Barb Edler
Mississippi River
Keokuk, IA 

Your Turn

Now, scroll to the comment section below to write your own poem. (This is a public space, so you may choose to use only your first name or initials depending on your privacy preferences.) Not ready? That’s okay. Read the poems already posted for more inspiration. Ponder your own throughout the day. Return later. And, if the prompt does not work for you, that is fine. All writing is welcome. Just write something. Also, please be sure to respond to at least three writers. Oh, and a note about drafting: Since we are writing in short bursts, we all understand (and even welcome) the typos and partial poems that remind us we are human and that writing is always becoming. If you’d like to invite other teachers to write with us, tell them to subscribe.

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Donnetta Norris

IN THE CLOUDS

Clouds
wispy – pluming
fluffy – white – puffs
suspended – blanketing the sky
pillow-esque

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jennifer Guyor Jowett

Glenda and Barb, I borrowed this idea as an option for students today and several of them jumped right in!

Barb Edler

Awesome! Thanks for sharing, Jennifer!

Glenda Funk

Jennifer,
Thats fantastic!

Mo Daley

Thanks for the new form! I think Lanterns might be addicting.

Friendship Lantern
by Mo Daley 1/25/23

Friends
always
we globe trot
celebrating
love

Barb Edler

Thanks, Mo! I think they are fun! Your poem is perfect. Yes to celebrating love and globe trotting:)

Glenda Funk

Mo,
Traveling w/ friends is awesome. Where’s your next adventure?

Mo Daley

My best friend’s daughter is getting married on the Amalfi Coast!

Maureen Y Ingram

Thank you, Barb and Glenda! What a fabulous five days! I love the idea of small poetry on postcards. I’ve been on the road all day, driving south to Georgia, so I’m late to today’s poetry party. Here is a small moment from this week, along with an old photo from my garden to accompany the poem…

Instinctive Mercy

let’s take these old ones
home, inside
the toddler implored
as she cupped her hands
tenderly
around the wintered and worn
lamb’s ear

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Barb Edler

Thanks for sharing, Maureen. I love the tenderness in the poem which connects so well with lambs ear. You must be a great gardener!

Mo Daley

What a sweet sentiment from this perceptive toddler! She has a great gardening future ahead of her!

Glenda Funk

Maureen,
This is such a sweet poem. I can see Bird w/ her cupped hand. She’s an earth child!

Glenda Funk

Maureen,
This is such a sweet poem. I can see Bird w/ her cupped hand. She’s an earth child! I’m so glad you’re here this evening.

Katrina Morrison

Clouds break
So suddenly
It takes my breath away
The river mirrors perfectly
Pure gold

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Glenda Funk

Katrina,
What a gorgeous sky. I love that your poem serves as a mirror the way the river does in the photo.

Barb Edler

Katrina, I love how the sun and moon reflect off of water. “Pure gold” is spot-on! Gorgeous photo and poem!

Maureen Y Ingram

Takes my breath away, too – such a gorgeous moment! Love the reflection on the water and the lines, “the river mirrors perfectly/pure gold.”

Scott M

Katrina, “[p]ure gold” is a great description of your image! Thank you for crafting your poem and sharing with us!

Stacey Joy

Kattrena, this is golden! I’m captivated by the image and your words. I’m late responding but I’m grateful to see it this morning.

Rachelle

Thank you for the opportunities to write over the last five days. I enjoyed looking through my photos thinking about poems to pair with them. Like Cara mentioned, we’re in grading crunch time, so here’s a small offering today:

get lost
in the prairie
collecting wild yarrow
rolling down grassy hills with me
again

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DeAnna C.

Rachelle,
I want to get lost in the prairie with you. Your poem makes it sound like an inviting place.

Cara Fortey

Rachelle,
We are on the same wavelength! I love your picture and just the words “wild yarrow” make your poem lyrical almost by themselves. After a long couple of days (and more to come) of grading, I very much want to lose myself in those grassy hills. Thank you for sharing.

Glenda Funk

Rachelle,
Hour poem is reminiscent of “My Antonia.” Love the photo. It’s making me long for the Iowa fields I lived among back in the 80s.

Barb Edler

Rachelle, beautiful photo and I adore your poem especially that inviting first line “get lost”. Sensational poem, I feel such longing in it.

Maureen Y Ingram

oh what a peaceful poem …collecting wild yarrow … and that lovely word “again,” inferring this is far from a once and only.

Cara Fortey

I am a bit brainless today. It’s the week before finals and crunch time in grading. Despite this, I have always loved the view of our school stadium from my classroom. After 26 years in this building (not always with this view) I am still proud to be here.

Thank you for a great week of prompts!

This view
from my window
has always been one that
warms my heart and makes me proud to
be here. 

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DeAnna C.

Cara,
I miss my view. Those sunrise are often breath taking. I have even enjoyed watching the snow pile up and the field slowly disappear.

Rachelle

When I read the prompt this morning, my first thought was my view out the window! When the mountains are out, it’s particularly spectacular. We’re on the same wavelength today!

Glenda Funk

Cara,
That sky is magnificent, and you are an amazing ambassador for your school. I wish all teachers shared that sentiment about their schools.

Barb Edler

Cara,your poem depicts perfectly your feelings of pride. What a goregous skyline, too!

Maureen Y Ingram

What a sky! Yes, I can see that it would be a view that warms the heart!

Katrina Morrison

Kudos for writing a poem after working late in the day, judging by the picture.

Cara Fortey

Thank you, but that’s a sunrise. The sunsets are hidden by houses and trees on the other side of the school. 🙂

Wendy

Pure
Car Joy.
Where were we?
And when were we?
Young.

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Anna J. Small ROSEBORO

I wanna go!

Wendy Everard

Me too! XD

Wendy Everard

Anna, me too! XD

Glenda Funk

Wendy,
Every song reflecting on when we were young is playing in my mind. When was that? Love the photo and the poem.

Katrina Morrison

I love “car joy.”

Barb Edler

Wendy, oh, I love your poem and photo. It’s so fun to look at old photographs. Look how happy you all are…I feel happy tears springing into my eyes. Your opening word Pure followed by Car Joy…is absolutely pricelss. Thanks for sharing such joy!

Maureen Y Ingram

Love that joyous last word: Young. Looks like you were off to fun!

Stacey Joy

Hi Barb and Glenda ,
Thank you again for a fun 5 days!

Hopefully, the image comes through clearly. I wrote a haiku related to my one little word for 2023, release I found a cute postcard template on Canva! I love Canva’s templates for teachers.

❤️ 🥰 ❤️

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Wendy Everard

Love this reminder — and the recipient!

Stacey Joy

Stacey, you’ve got the right idea and the perfect message for us all today. I do love your address – hectic, rush, chaos…..and the 911. So true, my friend. We need an off switch to flip more often, don’t we?

Kim Johnson

Oh no. I can’t seem to get the computer to stop posting prematurely and using wrong information. That was me, Stacey, making that comment. I don’t know how I posted as you……strange things have happened on this computer the last couple of weeks.

Stacey Joy

I was getting a little worried thinking I had been hacked! Very bizarre! Thank you, Kim!

Leilya Pitre

I should memorize it as my daily mantra. Thank you so much, Stacey! I love the template too.

Glenda Funk

Stacey,
You have an excellent OLW and honor it w/ your poem. I love that you’ve addressed it to yourself. Deep breaths. Sending you and all Californians peace and healing.

Barb Edler

Gorgeous card, Stacey! I remember reading your little word poem on FB. Love the stamp image. I need to try Canva. Anyway, I love your final line. I can just see you positively breathing in “peace and joy”. Sensational!

cmhutter

Cloaked peak
Highest mountain
Clouds burned away by sun
Awestruck by your full majesty
Speechless

Address: Denali
Highest Peak in North America
Alaskan Mountain Range

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Anna J. Small ROSEBORO

CM. The photo and the poem bring back fond memories of the summer I attended the Alaska Teachers Summer Writing workshop sponsored by the local NWP on Sitka Island. I got a weekend off and flew up north. WOW!!!

cmhutter

Oh I would love to be a part of that workshop. I visited Sitka and enjoyed my time there.

Wendy Everard

Wow! Beautiful. <3

Kim Johnson

You had me at mountain, and have me wanting so much to travel back to Alaska. There is a real pull that draws me to want to be there. Nowhere else like it, and I love your photo.

Glenda Funk

CM,
You’re pulling in my sense of wanderlust and awe w/ the photo and poem. I’ve been to Alaska but not to Denali. It’s in my bucket list.

Barb Edler

You’ve captured Denali’s “full mjesty” perfectly in your poem and through the image. “Speechless” is truly apt! I actually did get to see Deanli and the national park there about 37 years ago. I still remember it like it was yesterday.

Stacey Joy

So gorgeous! I can feel the chilly air and I imagine that peak!

Scott M

This is a beautiful picture! “Awestruck” is the perfect word to accompany it. Thank you for sharing!

Scott M

Snow Day

first of this school year
relaxing morning coffee
then the shoveling

Address:
Mother Nature
The Earth
(specifically MI)

Image from Kim Ick on Unsplash

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Thank you, Barb and Glenda, for these wonderful prompts this week.  I am so appreciative of being a part of this community, this fellowship.  I love Ethical ELA so much!  The prompts, the poems, the comments, the support and kindnesses constantly and consistently fill my poetic heart and mind.

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Barb Edler

Scott, thank you for your kind note. I feel completely the same about this community. Love the photo and the Unsplash site. Your poem is as delicious as the cup of coffee in the photo. Love the address, too! Very fun!

Glenda Funk

Scott,
Lovely little poem. Enjoy the shoveling!

Mo Daley

Every Midwesterner can relate to your poem, Scott! I hate shoveling.

Chea Parton

Barb & Glenad – I have been so inspired by the prompts you’ve put together for this week. It’s the creative infusion I needed this week. Thank you!

To Death
PO Box #80
End of the Lane:

What once was
ash
Will be
ash

Again

But not before it is
Strength and
Beauty and
Heat

Chea Parton

It didn’t upload the picture the first time around. But here is the picture that inspired the poem. It’s of the wood pile that feeds the furnace on our farm.

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Barb Edler

Chea, I would not have connected your poem with the wood pile, but I love how the woodpile would capture the idea of death and ash. Love the final stanza especially with your last word “Heat”. Your address is captivating. I think creating interesting addresses could be an exercise in itself. Love everything about your poetry!

Glenda Funk

Chea,
Im so glad you shared the photo inspiration. I love the regenerative ideas in your poem. We’re all part of the circle of life.

Mo Daley

Chea, I love the kind of circle of life quality of your poem. There’s nothing like a good fire in winter!

Leilya Pitre

Thank you so much for today’s prompt, Barb and Glenda! I loved an opportunity to be distracted with creating a post-card poem.

Hopefully, I will be able to post an image here.

One of my students had a baby last semester, and I wrote this poem during some class exercise:

Tiny baby fingers
Tightly hold onto your thumb
For the first time—
Forever love is born.

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Sarah J. Donovan, PhD (s/her)

Leilya,

So tender this poem and the image. What a joy it is to witness your student become a mother and to carve space during class to honor this “forever” and this “tightly” beginning bond.It looks great as a postcard, too.

Sarah

Barb Edler

Oh, Leilya, this is so exquisite. Love the final line “Forever love is born” My heart is filled with warmth from reading your poem Gorgeous!!

cmhutter

You captured that magic of the first time your baby grasps your thumb. It is a simple gesture but so powerful. This is such a tender poem. I hope your student enjoyed receiving it.

Anna J. Small ROSEBORO

Leila, this is so sweet. The poem and the picture. Isn’t a joy to have our last.prompt for January evoke such loving memories. Thanks for sharing the poem of the new mommy.

Emily Cohn

You nailed it! You got the gesture and emotions right on

Glenda Funk

Leilya,
I love this poem. It belongs in a frame. May this baby always know love.

Emily Cohn

Writing while sleep deprived with a sleepy infant on my lap today, but glad to be back! Love how each line, each word has punch and purpose, not a syllable is filler, all pineapple and strawberries in your poetic fruit salad, no filler, tasteless melon!

How’s Zeke? And you?
Stuffed nose
Baby sauna
Try not to agonize
Reading each sniff like tea leaves
new mom

Emily Cohn

Those were meant to be comments on your model poems! Oh, and here’s the subject for today 😁

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Glenda Funk

Emily,
Congratulation on the birth of baby Zeke! Love the tea leaf metaphor. All our mama hearts are w/ you as we recall our time w/ infants through your words. 🥰

Leilya Pitre

Oh, he is precious, Emily! Congratulations! I didn’t see your poem when I posted mine because I was distracted and the page stayed open on my computer for good couple hours. But if you read mine, it’s quite relevant to you 🙂

Sarah J. Donovan, PhD (s/her)

Oh, Emily! I read your poem just after Leilya’s and had quite the contrast of images in my mind — “baby sauna” and “tea leaves”! What great remedies and advice “try not to agonize”!

Barb Edler

Emily, I can feel the worry in the line “Try not to agonize”. Thank you for the special note and I adore your photo. Absolutely precious. It just makes me ache for a bady to cuddle. Congratulations!

Denise Krebs

Oh, I can’t believe this is the first Open Write I’ve missed since I started writing with you all in April 2020. I’m back in Bahrain this week for the dedication of the new hospital. I will come back later and follow the other prompts, Barb and Glenda. Thank you for leading us this month, and I’m sorry I’ve been missing out!

Here I am on the last day of this Open Write, finally remembering to come and join in with you in this beloved practice.

Bahrain

You were
(still are) home.
Though I’ve left, you hold me
Again in your open arms.

Emily Cohn

Sounds like you were responding both to Bahrain and this community! I love how you personify your home with its open arms. Lovely postcard!

Denise Krebs

Oh, Emily. Thank you for seeing this. It is soooo true.

Glenda Funk

Denise,
We’ve missed you, but you are where you need to be, at home in Bahrain, and you’ve given us a lovely tribute to your home away from California.

Leilya Pitre

Hi, Denise! Enjoy your home and trip. I love that feeling of home in your poem that is always in our hearts regardless of where we are.

Sarah J. Donovan, PhD (s/her)

Denise!

How is Bahrain? I hope to read more poems next month about your journey and discoveries during this visit. So glad that you found “open arms”. That parenthetical is perfect “(still are)” to show an aside still deserving of syllables in this verse.

Peace,
Sarah

Barb Edler

Denise, I’m so glad you could join us today. What a beautiful poem. Love the imagery, warmth, the “open arms”. Gorgeous, splendid poem!

Scott M

Denise, this is a lovely poem. You have definitely been missed. Thanks for sharing!

Dave Wooley

Barb and Glenda- Thanks for this week’s worth of thought provoking and urgent prompts. This was a really challenging and exciting week of writing. I love ending with this short poem prompt.

Armstrong Park
Congo Square
Listen children
for the drums in
the wind and
the rustle of leaves–
speaking the urgency of
making a joyful noise

TO:
All Future Poets, Players, and Prophets
New Orleans
Louisiana
70116

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Glenda Funk

Dave,
You’ve given us a perfect poem to culminate our poeming, and taking us to NOLA is a fabulous choice of settings given all the sights and sounds of that iconic city.

Emily Cohn

Dave, I feel like I’m in this park with you- I love the drums in the wind and leaves! Outside sounds have so much music in them and in a park named for a musical legend is just perfect. Thanks for sharing your joyful noise with us!

Fran Haley

Dave, I love the addressees here, and New Orleans is on my must-visit list. Most of all I love this poetic invitation for children to listen for music and voices in the wind, the rhythms of nature and joy… to which children are especially attuned.

Barb Edler

Dave, I absolutely adore the lines “Listen children/for the drums in/the wind and/the rustle of leaves” I also embrace the motto “Make a joyful noise”. You’ve captured that feeling sow ell in your poem. I’d so love to visit New Orleans. Maybe one day. Thanks for sharing your photo!

Anna J. Small ROSEBORO

Thanks, Barb and Glenda, for offering a week of prompts that had me probing into me and sharing with our group. Today’s prompt sent me back to two poems written earlier this week about living in Michigan and learning to love. I still live in Michigan and am learning to love it.

I created a postcard, but am not sure it’ll be readable so I’m putting the poem here, too.

Acknowledging, not Ignoring

Livin’ and writin’ in the Mitten
I see that it’s time to stop spittin’
And get to work on forgivin’,
And start givin’ what I want to get.

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Barb Edler

Anna, yes, I can see your postcard, too, and I love the color. Yes, “start givin’ what I want to get” superb action. Fantastic poem!

Glenda Funk

Anna,
The image of you “spittin” has me giggling and is discombobulating, too, as it’s not at all my image of you! Sometimes we just have to accept what us and learn to love it. That’s how life in Idaho has been for me.

Dave Wooley

“The mitten” is a new term to me (and there it is, clear as day in the image). I really like the way this poem sounds–the rhyme carries everything forward with momentum and that last thought–givin’ what I want to get–gets its own sonic space.

Emily Cohn

Your rhymes are so naturally flowing in this- and somehow the rhythm matches the tone of this poem- getting yourself moving in a new direction or frame of mind- it’s like the little engine that could.

Leilya Pitre

Thank you for such a wise poem, Anna! I love the card and the poem’s message. It’s time for all of us to think about giving what we want to get. Your rhyming is skillful as always!

Jessica Wiley

Anna, I love your homage to “The Mitten”! Your use of leaving off the final “g” in “spittin'” , “forgivin'”, and “givin'”, gives it more of a personal touch/vibe. Your title also intrigues me. You’re saying I see it, but I need to do this first. Thank you for sharing.

Fran Haley

Glenda and Barb: Thank you both for the incredible inspiration in this Open Write. I’ve marveled at the poems you’ve shared and written this week. I celebrate the power of friendship and the sisterhood of poetry in your offerings today, for life is a hard journey and we help light the way for one another when the path grows dark. I suppose this is part of what’s behind my own poem today. I hadn’t heard of a lantern poem before and was immediately compelled to try it. Harder than it seems…I kept to the prescribed syllables but I didn’t stick to just nouns (if that’s the traditional form). The lamppost is an important symbol to me. Like the indelible image in Narnia, a lamppost guided me homeward: one stood in the front yard of my childhood home. Whenever I turned the corner at night, I could see I was almost there. I could write a lengthy essay about all the other meanings the image holds for me, but this is poetry and interpretation belongs to the reader. Thank you both again for you glorious offerings. And all your light <3

To the Lamppost

Your
good light
still guides me
home through darkest
night

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Glenda Funk

Fran,
I believe there’s a reason we’re drawn to sources of light, such as from a lamppost. We are called to be light, not always an easy task. I love the direct address in your poem. It’s a thank you note. BTW, I recently read Matthew Quack’s new book “We Are the Light.” Your poem and the power of art honored in your comment reminded me of the book.

Barb Edler

Absolutely gorgeous poem! You’ve created such a lovely image with so few words, Fran. Thanks for sharing your brilliance and the kind comments:)

Dave Wooley

I just want to second Barb’s thoughts. That’s exactly what I thought of the poem!

Jessica Wiley

Fran, I also did the lamppost method and I had some difficulty as well. I didn’t know which words to use because I had so many. But your poem, as simple as it reads has profound meaning in the symbol of the lamppost. The “good light” is the guiding light that warms and brightens the darkest and coldest paths. Thank you for sharing this today.

Stacey Joy

Barb and Glenda, you were the perfect hosts to ease me back into writing for 2023. I loved every prompt and wished I were on vacation so I could spend more time reading and responding.

Both of your pictures and poems pour love into my heart, the same way you both do. I am honored to have met you both and and honored to learn from you!

I’ll ponder my poem on the road! I’ve procrastinated leaving long enough. GOTTA GO! 😁

Barb Edler

Thanks, Stacey. I loved meeting you in person at NCTE. Have a great day, and I look forward to reading your post later today:)

Jessica Wiley

Barb and Glenda, thank you for hosting this week! It has been fun and very fulfilling. You two ladies go together like a good ol’ PB& J. I love this prompt as well. I don’t remember much about Emily Dickinson, and I’m intrigued by these scrap poems. Words have power and they also tell a story. I am grateful that I get to learn a new piece of information about each of year several times a year.

I was in a tight spot and writing this week helped loosen the chokehold life had around my neck. As this final day of Open Write for January ends, I feel refreshed. So to commemorate, I wrote about water. In June 2019, my husband and I took a trip to Puerto Rico, a delayed honeymoon/graduation gift for myself. I only remember the beach in pictures as a child so to go back and create new memories was amazing! Here is my poem and the picture attached was taken at Parque Del Tercer Milenio.

Waves
noisy
oasis
sustaining life
Tears

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Fran Haley

Jessica – what a gorgeous photo! Just looking at it is refreshing. You worked so much meaning, so much truth, into your lantern poem – it encapsulates the experience of life. Magnificent. You remind me that salt water (sweat, tears, or the sea) always bring healing.

Jessica Wiley

Thank you so much Fran. I yearn to back, but I don’t know when. I guess when I either get a raise or win the lottery. But your meaning of the salt water, yes, that’s a great feeling!

Glenda Funk

Jessica,
This poem is gorgeous. Lovely photo, too. The ambiguity in “tears” is perfect. Are the tears yours, a result of the ocean’s catharsis? Are the tears ocean water? Maybe they’re both. So much meaning packed into a few words. Brilliant.

Jessica Wiley

Thank you Glenda. Hmmmmm…..thank you for making me think. I believe I need to answer that question in another poem. Thank you for the spark!

Barb Edler

Jessica, what a lovely memory to share and goregous photograph. Love those last three lines: “sustaining life/Tears”. I’m so glad you got to go on this trip!

Dave Wooley

I love the idea of the beach as an oasis. A place of refuge when we most need to get away.

Sarah J. Donovan, PhD (s/her)

Puffs
wind blown
gone to seed
resting until
spring.

To:
Winter Wishes
2 Flurry Lane
Midwest, USA

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Stacey Joy

Your picture and poem bring me total peace this morning. I wish I could sit here for hours and just BE.

Thank you, Sarah, it’s a beautiful gift just like you!

💛

Sarah J. Donovan, PhD (s/her)

Thanks, Stacey. Makes me happy to imagine you on the west coast reading poetry while I type this note. Sending wishes of peace throughout your day.

Fran Haley

Sarah, I love the address here, and the photo, and the holding to the promise in your lines. There’s reward ahead for enduring… thank you for always being such a tremendous inspiration. I am so grateful for you and this space.

Glenda Funk

Sarah,
Gorgeous photo. I’m reading your lovely poem as a metaphor for humans as well. I particularly love the image of regeneration at the end. Beautiful.

Barb Edler

Wow, Sarah, love the humor here and what a gorgeous focus in your photograph.”2 Flurry Lane” absolutely delightful:)

Jessica Wiley

Sarah, I remember as a child blowing these “flowers”, not knowing they were actually “weeds”.Dandelions, such an interesting name. They are quite dandy to a child, but not so much to an adult with allergies. The beauty blowing in the weed, looking for the next place to bloom. “Resting until spring”. I wish I could hibernate that long and become new, refreshed, renewed! Thank you for sharing today.

Linda Mitchell

Love this!

Kim Johnson

Barb and Glenda, I love this picture of you together! Thank you for hosting us this week and bri gong is such fabulous invitations to write. What a fabulous idea today! Postcards are a great way to encourage those short forms in a compact space, and so now your cards make me want to travel – and write! Here’s one from Tennessee that I bought after walking this bridge in December at Fall Creek Falls State Park.

left side:

tracking feet

suspension bridges
crossable risk-taking feat
empowering treks

right side:

Kim Johnson
453 Beeks Rd.
Williamson, Ga 30292

I’ll include the photo if it will attach 😁

Kim Johnson

Small photo

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Barb Edler

Kim, thanks so much for including the picture. “Risk-taking feat” is right, and I love how feat sounds like feet which makes a nice connection. I would not be able to physically walk across this as I’m too scared of heights.

Sarah J. Donovan, PhD (s/her)

Kim,
I enjoyed reading this with the image and then again strictly as a metaphor for life. Thinking about all the paths we take that require suspensions and risks. Love this, and in awe of those who trek literally or figuratively across suspension bridge!

Peace,
Sarah

Stacey Joy

Hi, Kim! Your picture is awe-inspiring and your poem is a perfect match. There’s something about “empowering treks” that makes it all worthwhile, risks and all!

The post card you sent to me pre-NCTE is still special to me, just like you!

💐

Fran Haley

Kim, Brave Adventurer…I gotta know what your thoughts were as you walked this bridge! Love the play with feet/feat and the telltale words “risk-taking” and “empowering”. I have an inking of exhilaration here…but that’s not uncommon whenever I read your work!

Glenda Funk

Kim,
Of course we’re both smitten by the travel bug. Your poem has me in Costa Rica where there are parks w/ lots of suspension bridges. The idea of these bridges empowering us is my favorite.

Dave Wooley

So much cool stuff going on in so few words! The interplay of feet and feet, the connotation of suspension and bridges as spaces of transition and impermanence, and the pairing of the picture with the poem is all so good.

Margaret Simon

Thanks Barb and Glenda for an easy prompt on this early Wednesday morning. I can do small poems. Each of you captured a mood with your little postcard poems. I’ve been to Glacier once and enjoyed someone else driving on the going to the sun road.
On Monday in my enrichment class, we made year of the rabbit masks. It was the last photo I took on my phone and since it has to do with Lunar New Year, I wrote a lantern poem.

Face
covered
by red mask
celebrates new
year!

Margaret Simon

Here’s a photo.

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Sarah J. Donovan, PhD (s/her)

Makes me so happy to see youth pop up in images and poems on our feeds — lovely reminder of the places we spend our time and the people within those physical spaces while we join in this digital space. Grateful for this red mask that protects tender identities and welcome playful celebrations!

Peace,
Sarah

Kim Johnson

Margaret, the photo adds so much to the poem – – I get to see the fun side of learning about the Lunar New Year when I see this picture, and it warms my heart.

Kim Johnson

I love the syllabic progression in your poem, and it gives the image of a half of a tree.

Barb Edler

Love the photo and your lantern poem! The positive energy jumps off the page through your word choice.

Jennifer Guyor-Jowett

Margaret, love seeing these glimpses into other classrooms and the fun that ensues!

Stacey Joy

Margaret, this is so fun and I know your students enjoyed it. I love the picture. I am enjoying procrastinating my commute this morning to enjoy your poem. I’m inspired.

Have a great day!

Fran Haley

A great photo and commemorative poem, Margaret; I can imagine how much the kids loved this. I may need to do this with my granddaughter. You always inspire me.

Glenda Funk

Margaret,
Love the mask. A lantern poem is a good choice, and your poem is a fun celebration of the new year.

Linda Mitchell

How wonderful! Is that a Grace Lin mask? Love seeing Lunar NY decoration in your room.

jennifer Guyor Jowett

Barb and Glenda, the title of the prompt is plain fun and inviting, and I learned a bit more about Dickinson’s writing – almost like I’d received a postcard from someone who’d visited an exhibit of her work. Barb, Moon Dancers is vivid and ethereal writing. Glenda, the road you share is the scariest one I’ve ever driven on, back in 1978. I’m saddened at the loss of so many glaciers. I’ve borrowed your image for a lantern poem (a new format to me).

awe

this drive

a ley line

between earth and

Going to the Sun

god

Margaret Simon

Jennifer, I had to google “ley line.” What a great term for the drive in Glacier.

Kim Johnson

Jennifer, the lantern form and the image of light in your poem have a magical dance. A Ley Line – I have a new term now, and it’s fun that it’s right in the middle on its own straight line. Your two one-syllable words at beginning and end are captivating the way you chose them. God and Awe – – so much to see in our travels as we traverse this earth.

Barb Edler

Beautiful imagery and word choice, Jennifer. I love the last two lines the best! Gorgeous!

Glenda Funk

Jennifer,
I love your poem and your take on the Hoing to the Sun Road. That road is a wee scary, but there are some on Maui that are scarier! LOL!

Jennifer Guyor-Jowett

As a child who was deathly afraid of heights, I spent most of the drives we made back and forth on the floor behind the driver’s seat. Not sure I could do something worse than this (Yosemite and Mesa Verde are close).

Linda Mitchell

Can I come too?

Linda Mitchell

Good Morning! Oh, do I love a short poem prompt–seriously the best way to start my day. I think I’ve heard of lantern poems before. But, I don’t recall writing them. Fun! It’s Lunar New Year time. Thank you Barb and Glenda for your fabulous prompts this week.

Pop!

Happy

New Year sounds

Ghosts run and hide

Hiss!

jennifer Guyor Jowett

Linda, how fun to celebrate Lunar New Year in the shape of a lantern. I imagine your words drifting up into the night sky with all the other paper lanterns, lighting up the night.

Margaret Simon

Fun poem to read aloud! Hiss!

Kim Johnson

Linda, I love the energy, movement, and sounds of the poem on this day of celebration! Happy Lunar New Year!

Barb Edler

Linda, what a fun poem. I love how you zoom in on action and sound. Hiss! Is such an excellent ending line!

Glenda Funk

Linda,
This is a fun poem. I love all the sounds, “pop, hiss,” and the poem really looks like a firework.

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