Open Write is a community meet-up to write poetry on the third Friday of every month for four days—an invitation to write, read, and reflect together. You’re welcome to write a poem each day or to come and go as you need. You can also read and leave a brief note—a line you loved, an image that stayed, a feeling a poem stirred—as a way of participating, too. We’re glad you’re here.
Our Host

Kim Johnson lives in rural Georgia and is a recently-retired educator. Along with other Ethicalela writers, she is a contributing author of Assessing Students with Poetry Writing Across Content Areas Humanizing Formative Assessment for Grades 6-12 (Routledge, 2025); a contributing author of Words that Mend: The Transformative Power of Writing Poetry for Teachers, Students, and Community Wellbeing (Seela Books, 2024) and several other poetry anthologies. She blogs at www.kimhaynesjohnson.com.
Inspiration
My writing communities have a huge impact on my life as a consumer and creator of poetry. Each month, writers of Ethicalela and other groups encourage me with prompts and ideas. I am blessed that other writing friends freely share ekphrastic prompts (Barb), prompts from Substacker Audrey Gidman (Denise), prompts from Georgia Heard (Margaret) and prompts from Writer’s Digest (Glenda) and so many others. This month, I’m using Robert Lee Brewer’s Wednesday Poetry prompt idea shared by Glenda to get us started on what we want to get back to. While many are going back to school, I’m getting back to knowing myself at the pace of retirement. What are you getting back to?
Process
Make a list of all the possibilities of things we can get back to. Back to the Future. Back to Back. Back to School. Back to School Shopping. Back to the topic at hand. Back to What We Were Talking About. Back to Sleep. Then, create a poem along that line of thinking. Glenda and I offer two short forms below.
Glenda’s Poem

Kim’s Poem
Getting Back to Me: A List Poem
I’m getting back to
pressing wildflowers
sipping coffee later
writing poetry
reading books
watching sunsets
feeding hummingbirds
wearing jeans and Birkenstocks
napping with dogs
learning mahjong
mailing postcards
building campfires
painting with watercolors
stretching yoga poses
peeing on my own schedule
lingering over lunch
taking walks
driving the back roads
sewing rag quilts
getting to know myself
….all over again
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. 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. Also, please be sure to respond to at least three writers.
Kim, you’re generating “True Confessions” today. Okay, here’s mine.
Back to Listening
For so long, I saw myself as the problem solver.
For so long, I saw myself as the solution finder.
For so long, I thought as a debater:
Find the weak spot and point it out.
Quietly. I didn’t have to shout.
Now I’m experiencing the value of listening.
Listening and learning,
Still eager to share
Just to show I care
But learning to listen is reducing the load
I’m learning the answer often already is there.
Showing I care, pointing out what’s there
In what you bring to the table.
Learning together, we are able
With collaboration to meet the need
And get back to the food and feed
Our bellies, having fun, being more TEAM stable.
Oh, Kim . . . to see your sweet smiling face via photo on this Saturday morning as the host just makes me so dang happy. My first thought was “It’s RETIRED KIM!” and then your poem enumerates all the wonderful things you are getting back to . . .
being my favorite.
Back to Me
I want to get back to me
but a me I’ve never been
I want the wisdom
but not the weight
I want the altruism
but not the aches and pains
I want the freedom
but not the forgetfulness
I want the insight
but not the inflexibility
I want the confidence
without the cynicism
I want to keep the blessings
but lose the burdens
~Susan Ahlbrand
19 September 2026
Susan— “the blessings” without “the burdens”. All of what you said, but especially this!
Kim — Your poem and this prompt are priceless. Encouraging us to get back to our real selves… that’s downright essential, therapeutic, delicious. The very best of my life has been these “retired” years that have afforded me the avenue for connecting the best of my past with the glory of a present I can now see and experience with so much more of my own capacity. Thank you for starting this day for me in such a meaningful way. You are, and our dear friends here on ethicalela, are a gift. Hugs and love, Susie
Kim—good to see you again!! Congratulations, especially on the peeing schedule! I wanted to write something positive. My poem, unfortunately, wrote itself…
Back To
I want to
get back to
looking at the world
without grief
for what
we have become.
GJ Sands
9-19-26
Gayle, I feel this. Truly. Love, Susie
Oh, Gayle . . . this is sooo right! We move forward looking for good but living with grief. You nailed it here.
Today
it’s back to the basics
Up with the sunrise
Breakfast laughs
A walk in the woods
Apple picking
Sweating
Sweating
Sweating
Cooling down at the mall museum
Did I mention the Italian
man cooking me dinner?
Air conditioning
Story telling
Wine
Laughter
Wine
Laughter
Wine
Laughter
Sleep
by Mo Daley 9/19/26
Joy. That’s what this poem is!
Mo — Sounds like hitting the lotto!
Hello, Kim and Glenda, and all y’all.
It is good to be back at Ethical ELA for the Open Write.
Thank you for the prompt and poems. Kim: I cannot wait for the change of pace you capture in your celebratory retirement poem. I laughed aloud at “peeing on my own schedule” – how can non-teachers know?? I could linger long with you and the hummingbirds on those back roads. Glenda: Your little “memento mori” poem carries a mighty burst of power – the title, a redemption. It stirs a childhood memory of walking tiny old cemeteries with my grandmother, me wondering what all those people and their lives were like, beginning to understand that the time comes for us all. So, yes let us get back to living…and writing of it.
Back to the Drawing Board
Time colors
my hair silver
my eyes dimmer
my bones thinner
my veins larger
my challenges greater.
It would color
my spirit
but my spirit
is timeless.
It still sings, my spirit;
still stretches its wings
for ever how old
I am
I remain
a canvas
for God to do
new things.
Fran, you have a way of sharing truth in poems with acceptance, softness, hope, and promise. I’m glad you are writing with us today. How we have missed you, friend! Your words are timely and apt. I made the decision at retirement to stop coloring my hair and embrace the gray, but now I’m going to say, “I’m silvering,” (a Fran-ism) instead of “I’m graying.” I needed that. I think you could write a devotional book in all poetry, and this would be for the women who need the reassurance that life still holds purpose for our spirits no matter our age. Beautiful and joyful!
Fran, your poem speaks to my soul. You have written all my feelings! I’m visiting with friends and we were just talking about these things last night. I feel seen.
Fran— wow. Your practical and honest start, and the joy that follows. Your timeless spirit is always lovely!
What a delicious prompt! I’m about 3 years out and I cannot help but to dream about all the things I want to get back to!
I’ll get back to driving
down a highway under September
blue sky.
I’ll get back to waking
with the light and not before.
Talking long on a phone
or maybe even writing a letter.
Walking in a woods,
picking up pinecones
breathing deep.
I’ll get back to savoring
an ice tea over lunch
while turning pages.
I’ll get back to it all.
Linda, I sense your depth of gratitude for the simple pleasures, and I love that you wrote a back to poem in future tense, thinking of the time and pacing to enjoy it all more fully. The word savor sticks with me – – something that invites the reader to sit on the porch with you and pour a glass and open a book. I can already hear the drizzle of rain drumming the lily pads, and that adds the best sound backdrop for reading with tea on a porch. Thanks for writing today!
Linda, reading your words and savoring these images takes me back to a place of peace. I shall make time to get back to it all. Except maybe waking with the light and not before… that seems to be a great challenge of late, time change notwithstanding. But I did sleep a litte alter today, so it’s a start 🙂
Linda — When you visualize each of these acts, it strikes me how good people are, how little they ask of the world, how decent people can be. These days, we need a lot of “getting back.” Ahhhh. Thank you, Susie
Hi Kim
Thanks for the prompt the poems by Glenda and yourself.
I found myself the other day returning to a song I had started but never finished.
Kevin
I’m getting back to song:
swimming the rhythm
of words again, replacing
runs and phrases like kayaks
loose on the current, playing
each verse in reverse to
rediscover the chorus, ideas
are the trees in this forest
in which something near true
arises, anew
Kevin, I’m glad you picked it back up. Something I remember Ada Limon sharing is that she sometimes starts a poem and puts it away, then returns to it later to see if the seed starter has taken root and wants to bloom. Sounds like you did that too. There’s a songwriters’ festival at Lanier Islands (Lake Lanier, Georgia) one weekend in November, and I’ll be that would be a wonderful place to write songs. Thanks for writing today and sharing your poem. I’ll carry the image of a loose kayak and a tune on a breeze.
Kevin, it’s a wonderful feeling to get back to an unfinished creation – the rediscovery, ideas as trees in the forest where something “near true arises, anew” – gloriously-worded. Definitely true.
Kevin—your poems always seem musical to me. “Swimming the rhythm”—what a perfect line!