This is the Open Write, a place for educators to nurture their writing lives and to advocate for writing poetry in community. We are here every month. Glad you are here.

Our Host: Leilya Pitre

Leilya lives in Ponchatoula, LA, a small town celebrated for its strawberries and kind, generous people. She teaches and coordinates the English Education Program at Southeastern Louisiana University. Preparing future English teachers, she hopes they become caring, competent, and effective educators. She is an editor and contributing author of Where Stars Meet People: Teaching and Writing Poetry in Conversation. Her other books are devoted to teaching young adult literature in high school. Leilya loves people, cultures, and their rich traditions. She reads, writes, listens to music, visits her children and grandchildren, and enjoys traveling with her husband.

Inspiration

Before we define the world around us, we are defined—by names, by labels, by early words spoken over us, sometimes long before we fully understand them. Some stick. Some sting. Some we shed or reclaim as we grow.

What is a word someone once used to describe you? Maybe it made you feel special or small. Maybe it never quite fit. Maybe you’ve come to redefine it entirely.

Today, we write a dictionary poem—not the kind you’d find in Merriam-Webster, but one shaped by your personal truth. It can be heartfelt, playful, critical, or full of contradictions—just like the word itself.

Process

Choose a word you were once labeled with—something someone called you (or something you believed about yourself): loud, smart, bossy, sweet, wild, shy, helpful, weird, dramatic,   different or any other word… It can also be your nickname. 

Then write your poem as if it were a dictionary entry from your life. Include some or all of the following parts:

  • Etymology: Where did this word enter your life? Who gave it to you? When did it start to matter?
  • Definition: What does this word really mean to you now?
  • Synonyms/Antonyms: What words shadow it? What words have you replaced it with?
  • Misuses: When was the word used unfairly or wrongly?
  • Example Sentence: Include a personal memory or story that shows this word in action—your version of how it lived in your world.

The form can be structured with headings (as in my example below) or flow freely in verse—whatever feels most comfortable for you.

What word have you carried? Write your own life-definition poem. You may follow this format closely or bend it to suit you. You may completely disregard the prompt and/or the instructions and write whatever brings you joy today.

Leilya’s Poem

Shy (adj.)

Etymology
In a small classroom with too many eyes,
the teacher whispered, “She’s very quiet.”
It echoed louder than my voice ever could.

Definition
Not afraid. Not fragile. Not weak.
Listening like a full moon gathers light.
A quiet power learning how to rise.

Synonyms
reserved, observant, thoughtful,
star-watcher, heart-keeper.

Antonyms
loudmouth, show-off,
boy who never raised his hand but always got called on.

Misuses
“Speak up.”
“She’ll never be a leader.”
“Why don’t you smile more?”

Example
At eight, I read a poem aloud in public
and watched the silence filled the auditorium

like a surprise they didn’t know I had prepped for them.

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.

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Luke Bensing

Nice- (adj.) Germanic and Dutch descent circa 1982

definition- lowering your eyes, avoiding eye contact, is this nice or is this low confidence and self-hatred?

letting the other person speak and speak and speak. Speak first and often. Example: “ You are so nice and such a good listener!” Am I always? Or am I a selfish, lazy, quiet person who is not always listening but thinking about myself?

you never say anything mean or nasty, you’re so patient and understanding and NICE. Am I always? Or do I fail when I should stick up for the people who need me to have their back or fail to say the things that need to be said.

Conflicted and confrontational you are not . You are just so nice. Well sometimes things need to be confronted and you fall back into your comfort, you ignore and hope things improve on their own, you are not seen for the coward you are, you instead are just seen as a nice person.

Leilya Pitre

Luke, I am reading your poem and thinking about all the times when people called me “nice,” and they still do. Is it because they have nothing else to say? Or is it because I don’t scream out my opinion? ))
I like all the questions the speaker asks in the poem. I think if you bring this poem into the classroom, it may spark some interesting discussions. Thank you for writing and sharing!

Mo Daley

You have given us a lot to think about, Luke. Clearly, nice isn’t the compliment the giver might think it is.

Denise Krebs

Leilya,
Thank you for this delightful prompt. I had so much fun reading your poem. Magical. I love how the power in you as a quiet girl comes through in so many ways in your poem, especially that wonderful example. Thank you for hosting today.

Grammy and Milo
On this rainy
first day of summer,
the longest day of the year,
I was delighted
to spend your last
as a two-year-old
with you, each playful,
hungry, enchanting,
laughing, planting,
joyful, toyful moment. 

Denise Hill

Hello Denise! Love seeing you here and being back here with you and everyone! I can see how you spent YOUR day – NOT at the computer, clearly, but out enjoying life. This made me say AWWWW out loud at the “your last / as a two-year-old” – AWWWWW! It’s so sweet, and there you were, echoing the playfulness, your own two-year-old self was also in full swing. I love the choice of activities blended with adjectives at the end. Really gives the feeling of a jam-packed day in good company. Thank you!

Leilya Pitre

Hi, Denise! I am so happy for both of you. Spending”the longest day of the year” with a grandkid is the best. All these moments you describe are precious:
each playful,
hungry, enchanting,
laughing, planting,
joyful, toyful moment.”

i can’t wait until my grandkids come to visit.
Thank you for bringing in happy vibes!

Stacey Joy

Hi Denise,
I absolutely adore the way you spent the longest day of the year! I hope Milo enjoyed spending the day with you as much as you did!

Love “joyful, toyful moment” so much!

Mo Daley

This is such a sweet and tender poem, Denise. I sure hope you give Milo a copy!

Leilya Pitre

Dear All, thank you for writing and sharing today! I appreciate it even more knowing that it is summer, and you have tons of things to do. I will check in the morning once again and respond if there are more poems! Have a restful summer and take care of yourselves,
Leilya

Mo Daley

It’s very late and this is very rough, but I’m happy I wrote today!

Mamo
By Mo Daley 6/21/25

Etymology: When you learned your first words, you tried to say “Papa,”
but came out with “Papo.’ By default, I became “Mamo.” I had no idea
Mamo would be my identity until the day I die.

Definition: One who teaches you about birds and dinosaurs. One who will drive three hours to watch you play T-ball. One who will happily take you for a weekend when your mom is exhausted.

Synonyms: Grandma, Granny, Grandmother, Nana, Mee Maw.

Misuses: Mamo cannot be misused, as it’s always said with love.

Example Sentence: “That’s not my Grandma, that’s my Mamo.”

Leilya Pitre

Oh, Mo, I am glad I stopped by here one more time before heading to bed. “Mamo” sounds charming and beautiful. But more importantly for me, it sounds Ukrainian. “Mamo”is an address case of the word “mama,” and is used precisely to address a mother, as in “Mamo, can you bake me a cake?” Thank you for sharing this unique name you have!

Sharon Roy

Mo,

Love this;

Misuses:

 Mamo cannot be misused, as it’s always said with love.

Thank you for sharing this sweet poem of love.

Susan Osborn

Hi Mo, I am responding even later than you. So sorry. I must tell you that I love this story of your nickname. I thought it was a version of Ramona, my mother’s name. By definition, Mamo shows love.

Denise Krebs

Mo, what a delightful poem! In so few words, you were able to convey the history and love found in Mamo.

Angie Braaten

Omg Mamo, for your name, is the greatest. “Cannot be misused, as it’s always said with love” ❤️

Melissa T

Hi Mo. I love your poem. I love the images and that Mamo cannot be misused. (I am also a Mo.)

Stacey Joy

Mo,
This is bringing me so many delightful memories of my “Mammaw” who we ended up calling “Namo” until she died. I love the misuses! Happy you were able to write today. I, too, had a long day and a late post.

Hugs, Mamo!

Stacey Joy

Hi Leilya,
I am very late posting. A dear friend invited me and my sister to Lake Arrowhead at the last minute. I couldn’t resist because it’s the first official day of summer and my dearly departed mom’s birthday. We are just getting back from a ride on the lake and dinner. My poem is what I thought about all day after reading your prompt. I can’t edit so I’m sharing what my stream of consciousness gave me. Your poem gives me so much joy. We should be so careful to label students as shy.

Smart Ass
My absent father picked me and my sister up from our mom’s house
For our sometimes-annual unwanted dinner outing
We both sat in the back seat
Probably unintentionally protecting one another
I don’t know what I said or did in only 5 minutes
But he called me a smart ass
I was fine with being smart but not an ass
How could he have expected me to enjoy dinner
I don’t recall the restaurant or what we ate
But I remember the sting and bite of his words
When I told my mother what he called me
She disliked him even more
If my mom had been a “cusser,”
She would have called him an ass
And reminded me that I am smart

My father proved to be quite an ass

Stacey L. Joy, 6/21/25 (draft)

Leilya Pitre

Stacey, I am glad that you had a chance to spend your first summer day and your mom’s birthday at the lake. You deserved a break, and I greatly appreciate that you took time to write a poem. These lines touche me: “I don’t recall the restaurant or what we ate / But I remember the sting and bite of his words.” Again and again, you remind us about the power of words. Have a wonderful, restful summer! 🙂

Mo Daley

I love the stream-of-consciousness vibe, Stacey. It’s incredible how long words heard in childhood can stay with us. Sounds like you come from a line of strong women!

Denise Krebs

Stacey, what a memory you have captured with such bite and honesty. It’s as if we are there with you in the back seat.

Denise Hill

OH! Those first two lines. Wow. That paints such a HUGE picture, and the way even more details continue to filter through the lines showing the nature of that whole relationship. Clearly, stream of consciousness works here! I also cannot help but to fall a bit to cliche and say how much this exemplifies the Maya Angelou saying, “People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” From the first moment I heard that quote, I knew I’d found home because of all the times I’d felt so wounded by others’ words. Forget all those sayings about letting it roll off or that I can control my response/how I feel. People’s words hurt. Period. I also learned the valuable lesson to mind my OWN words to others. Grateful for the strong matriarch here. Those are the good genes to carry on! Thank you, Stacey!

C.O.

Love the story telling here. The bits you remember and how they lasted. Thanks for sharing.

Melissa T

Fat (adj.)

Etymology 

“I’m so fat!” they exclaimed while pinching thin bellies in the mirror, while I, standing behind them, in my much larger body, tried to melt away in shame.

Definition 

Large. Full of flavor. Sizzling. Succulent. Beautiful. 

Fat Liberation: Free from the dictates of a society that says there is only one way to be healthy or beautiful. 

Synonyms 

Strong. Courageous. Determined. Unstoppable. Beautiful. 

Antonyms 

Unhealthy. Disgusting. Sick. Unworthy. Unlovable. Desperate. Lazy. Gluttonous. Gross. Ugly.

Misuses

I look at my picture and all I can see is how much fatter I am than anyone else. I try not to, but I can’t help it, and I say to myself, “You’re so ugly. You’re gross.”

Example 

I put myself in treatment for an eating disorder and learn that the secret to my recovery is not weight loss, but fat liberation. My job is to find the beauty and the joy in my body as it is. To love and acknowledge its strength, vitality and wisdom. To say to myself:

I’m fat a.f.

But I can still move.

I’m fat a.f.

But I can still groove.

I’m fat a.f.

But I can still smile.

I’m fat a.f.

But I’m still worthwhile. 

I’m fat a.f.

But I can

Still

Be

Beautiful.

C.O.

Powerful and raw. I so so so so appreciate this piece, it is an important catharsis for writer and reader. Keep up the self love, you’re so worth it. Thanks for sharing. Hugs.

Tammi Belko

Melissa,
I love the way your last stanza reads like a mantra. I’m happy you have discovered your joy and beauty.

Leilya Pitre

Melissa, learning to accept and love yourself is wise! I am so grateful for you opening up in your poem because so many of us can relate. I was a chubby kid, and my brothers teased me with nicknames at some point. I love your synonym list: “Strong. Courageous. Determined. Unstoppable. Beautiful.” This is what truly counts. You live, you smile, you grove, and you are worthwhile – love it!

In my culture, we used to say that a good person should be plentiful,, or there should be a lot of a good person. It meant to highlight the person’s goodness (kindness, generosity, care for others). My friend also used to tell me that a woman with a flat belly is like a flowerbed without flowers, and I loved that 🙂
Thank you for sharing your wisdom today!

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Gayle j sands

Wow. So strong. So true!

Stacey Joy

Ohhh, Melissa, this needs to be a book! Title it “I’m Fat A.F.” & liberate the world! The rhymes flow perfectly.

Your therapist was correct and I’m glad you’re fighting for fat liberation.

Beautiful, Melissa, you and your poem.

Tammi Belko

The Names I’ve been Called

“Tammi Lamb” — Spoken by the gentlest man 
who shared the fiercest hugs. 
Although many years gone,
I can still hear my grandfather’s soft intonation,
the rise and fall like a song 

“Miss Wise Words” — grumbled in my direction. 
Irritated friends didn’t agree with my reflection
of the trouble we’d discover
proceeding with our foolish actions.

“Brace Face” from big haired,
 loud mouthed 8th grade mean girls. 
Thank you for stating the obvious!

“Bitch” the same 8th grade mean girls 
 didn’t like the words I returned.

“Mom” — of all the names I’ve been called,
this is the one I cherish most of all
Born from infant babble —
whispered, shouted, whined —
it reminds me of the name
that reflects my truest pride.

Leilya Pitre

Oh, Tammi, the memory of your grandfather’s soft voice is precious. There will always be “mean girls,” and I wish we could disregard their evil comments when we were kids. The final stanza melts my heart; Mom is a very special name. This is so true:
Born from infant babble —
whispered, shouted, whined —
it reminds me of the name
that reflects my truest pride.”
Thank you for writing and sharing!

C.O.

This is a sweet timeline of names and identity points. Love the ending. Thanks for sharing you!

Mo Daley

Your poem really made me stop and think about the names I’ve been called through the years. Like you, there have been many. Your last stanza is lovely.

Scott M

Tammi, thank you for sharing all of your various names with us! I love the build up to “‘Mom,'” the name that you “cherish most of all” and “that reflects [your] truest pride.” (And I’m glad you had words with those “loud mouthed 8th grade mean girls”!)

Melissa T

Tammi, I love all of your memories of the names you’ve been called. Thank you for sharing them.

Shaun

Open Write Day 1 June 2025
Dictionary Poem

Ayagalga (noun)

Etymology
Many years ago, while teaching in a Yupik Eskimo village,
My students gave me a native name – a representation of my adventurous spirit. 
Some of those students are no longer here,
But the memory of those long, cold, dark winter days will always remain.

Definition
A traveller, filled with wanderlust.
Often an outsider, unknown to the natives.

Synonyms
Curious. Flexible. Fluid. Nomadic.

Antonyms
Permanent. Stable. Unchanging. Fixed.

Misuses
“Are you coming back next year?”
“No.”

Example
I, Ayagalga, returned after the first year,
But sought a new adventure after that.
Sometimes I remember the weekend potlatch,
Moving to the deep, rhythmic beat of the sealskin drums,
Dancing with the happiest children.

Leilya Pitre

Shaun, thank you for teaching me your Eskimo name and telling this beautiful memory. I like the definition, synonyms, and the example ending with:
Sometimes I remember the weekend potlatch,
Moving to the deep, rhythmic beat of the sealskin drums,
Dancing with the happiest children.”
Those sound like the great times!

Ann E. Burg

What a lovely memory you plucked from your adventurous life. So wonderful to have a name, a word to conjure up that moment…I most of all love your last two lines…not everyone get to dance with the happiest children! Kudos!

Tammi Belko

Shaun,
What a beautiful story you’ve woven into your poem. I love that your students gave you a native name. I see a strong connection between you and your students and joy in the dancing.

C.O.

This is a sweet way to tell a story. I liked the example best. Thanks for sharing this piece of culture with us.

Gayle j sands

What a wonderful story. That last line. Beautiful!

Sharon Roy

Leilya,

Thanks for hosting. It’s good to reconnect with you and all our poets.

Love the contrast between

Etymology

In a small classroom with too many eyes,

the teacher whispered, “She’s very quiet.”

It echoed louder than my voice ever could.

and

Example

At eight, I read a poem aloud in public

and watched the silence filled the auditorium

like a surprise they didn’t know I had prepped for them.

I’m glad you didn’t let your teacher’s label limit you!

Thank you for giving us a structured poem to reclaim identities from narrow labels. I always like seeing how a simple structure allows us to go deep.

As I was trying to think of what to write about, some stories that my Mom shared with me sprang to mind.

——————————

Poor (adj.)

for my Mother, Rose Marie Boucher Roy, and my Mémère, Melvina Desjardins Boucher

Etymology

a difference created at school despite many families being in similar economic situations

Definition

a derogatory label used by people who want to make themselves grander by comparison and who choose not to see the wealth of familial love

Synonyms

Proud; rich in love; hard-working; resourceful; compassionate; empathetic; grateful; generous

Antonyms

Narrow-minded; selfish; superficial; cruel

Misuses

The principal expected you to wash the other children’s dishes to earn a school lunch that was not nearly as delicious as the one your mother had waiting for you on the wood stove when you walked back down Market Street to eat lunch at home. 

Example

When your mother, my Mémère, died, many people came forward to share stories of catching a glimpse of her running away from their front doors after leaving home-cooked food and home-grown vegetables on their doorstep when their families needed it most.

C.O.

i felt all the things when you said “washed their dishes to earn a school lunch” and made me think of my students so desperately trying to be like everyone else. Thank you for sharing this brave piece.

Kate Sjostrom

“A difference created at school” really hit me. How much harm is done by children’s classifications? How much can we teachers call these out? I was very moved by “the wealth of familial love” in this poem.

Leilya Pitre

Oh, Sharon, what a word, and how masterfully you redefine the label in synonyms: “Proud; rich in love; hard-working; resourceful; compassionate; empathetic; grateful; generous.”
As I read your poem, I also thought who could/would let a person like that principal run the school and be among children. I grew up in a large family and to people around us, we also were “poor,” and I understand what you say referring to people “who choose not to see the wealth of familial love.” The example at the end beautifully describes the richness and generosity of your Mémère. Thank you so much for sharing these stories.

Denise Hill

Oh, the image of that last stanza/the example – not gonna say I didn’t cry! Oh, so beautiful. When I first saw the word/topic you chose, Sharon, I was reminded of that definition essay “What is Poverty” by Goodwin Parker. That one has stayed with me for decades, mainly because of the more ‘harrowing’ imagery. In yours, I love how (like so many of these!) the labels others put on us, while perhaps ‘accurate’, are not acceptable nor accepted, and I see the power in telling our OWN stories here. Yours is SO MUCH MORE BEAUTIFUL an understanding of the word – and 100% agree on the lunch. School lunches were so “meh” compared to even the slimmest pickings at home. Thank you!

Angie Braaten

Hi Leilya,

Thanks so much for hosting. I could have used shy as well. I resonate with so many lines in your poem like “‘She’s very quiet.’
It echoed louder than my voice ever could.” And I absolutely love the image of you reciting your poem!! Amazing.

Quiet (adj.)

[silent, mute, 
voiceless, dumb, 
dull, boring, 
bitch]

If quiet was a color 
it would be pastel scarlet,
the shade my face turned
whenever someone asked
“Why are you so quiet?”

I have some questions of my own:
Why do you care?
Why do people assume I’m rude 
because I don’t talk enough?
Why does it affect them so much?

Maybe I should have told them to 
look up some reasons in the dictionary.
That would have made them really like me

More 
like

peaceful 
untroubled
composed
calm
cool

at rest

“Her stare is louder than your voice
Because truth doesn’t make a noise.”

Thanks, White Stripes 

C.O.

Get it!!!!!! I love this call out to the “quiet callers” from the voice of the quiet one. What you’re really thinking. Thanks for sharing this healing piece. I enjoyed it.

Tammi Belko

Angie,

I love the question you ask “Why do you care?” and your White Stripes lyrics —
“Her stare is louder than your voice
Because truth doesn’t make a noise.” — are perfect!

Wow, Angie. “Pastel scarlet” is a lovely, powerful image, and the way you reframed and surfaced nuance is just the sort of work a poem can do. Love thr three c’s.

Leilya Pitre

Hi, Angie! Yes, for quiet and shy people! I love, love how you redefine yourself as
“peaceful 
untroubled
composed
calm
cool.”
The White Stripes’ lines are a perfect ending creating that mic-drop moment. Amazing–thank you!

Last edited 5 months ago by Leilya Pitre
Glenda Funk

Angie,
Love the White Stripes nod and the bracketed list of words at the beginning. These days we need big voices, not small or quiet ones. It’s our time to make some noise and forget what the rest of the world wants or expects. Love the snark in the idea of telling “them” to go to the dictionary for options.

Gayle j sands

Pastel scarlet—I can see it! And that last line…yes

Glenda Funk

Leilya,
Thanks for hosting. I thought about Walt Whitman’s line “I contain multiples” when I saw the prompt so let that be part of my inspiration. Your mentor poem gave me the idea to focus on identities at different times of my life. I really like how this prompt plays with and is in harmony with “Where I’m From” poems.

i am a word hoard

today i am included 
part of the family
an invited guest 
thanked for coming 

yesterday i was a different
word: alone, separate from 
humanity, unaccompanied 
by people i know but 

befriended by the internet. 
strangers reassured me of 
my rightness, my *likeness*

at ten i was Sissy, Twitter, Missy—
words without etymology,
monikers relatives assigned me
for a time & dropped like falling leaves

other times i am other words: 
mentor, colleague, friend, 
traveler, mother, aunt, wife, ex. 
i wear the chameleon’s mask.  

the unknown future will assign
new words to me: passed, lost,
dead, the unsung symphony
of my own lexicon. Forgotten. 

Glenda Funk
6-21-25

Angie Braaten

the unsung symphony
of my own lexicon”

wow! What a phrase, Glenda. Definitely not “forgotten” though.

C.O.

Oof ending with forgotten was powerful. I enjoyed the evolution of words to describe you, I agree it is like a “where I’m from” in a new way. Thanks for sharing an unforgettable piece.

Oh, this is so beautiful and is also a great prompt for another day I’d like to try. Yesterday I was a different word. Precisely. And then the turn toward the future words. Such deep reflection on impermanence.

Tammi Belko

Glenda — I love how your poem shows the different identities you’ve carried over the years. I think it demonstrates how complex people are and how we are perceived differently by different people. Love your last stanza!

Scott M

Glenda, again, I am struck by your craft! I love the bridge of the “b”s between stanzas two and three — “but / befriended” — the “r”s and “g”s that fill that third stanza — “strangers reassured me of / my rightness” — and the ending with the rhyme of “rightness” and “‘likeness.'” Very cool (and well-crafted) poem!

Joanne Emery

Oh my gosh, Glenda! I journeyed with you being different things to different people. And then was surprised by the “chameleon’s mask,” and then took a hard gasp while reading your last stanza. So powerful. But I am sure your voice will not be forgotten!

Leilya Pitre

Glenda, I so appreciate your take on this prompt as an identity evolution and also as our multiple identities depending on surrounding. Thank you for reminding of Whitman’s “multitudes” and connecting it to “Where I Am From.” As Sandra suggested, this could be a great prompt for the first day of school to get to know students (and I’d say, not only students). I like how you used “i” in low case as to underscore the multitudes of you, and I am sure “the unknown future will assign / new words” to every one of us. such a thoughtful poem. Thank you, friend!

Susie Morice

Oh, Glenda! All those words, each one a huge story and still there is so much unspoken. Though we’ll all be gone, “passed, lost, dead,” I’m thinking not at all forgotten. Nope. I think there’s something about your DNA that transmutes and a bit of you is thereby forever. You make a difference, my friend, a lasting difference. Happy Saturday, my friend. Susie

Denise Krebs

Wow, powerful, Glenda, as usual. That last stanza–such honesty about the future end. I always appreciate your poetic crafting. Lines like “i wear the chameleon’s mask.” and monikers relatives assigned me / for a time & dropped like falling leaves” make me smile and admire.

Joanne Emery

I’m back again, Leilya. Thanks for this prompt it really got me thinking about the power of words and how they can be turned and interpreted. I’m going to use your original format to ponder this prompt a little more deeply. And I’ve always have thought the shy ones were the one with the most to say!

Thoughtful

In her eighties,
one day my mom
turned to me,
and said surprised,
“You’re so thoughtful, Jo.”

I smiled at her,
proud that she noticed,
proud to be recognized
for something good,
for something purposeful.

Thought filled, full of thoughts?
Did she mean I was pensive
or perhaps reflective?
Maybe I was contemplative
or meditative or musing.

Maybe philosophical and serious,
possibly brooding or melancholy,
absolutely absorbed and dreamy.
incredibly sensitive and tender,
but also resilient and tough.

She could have meant caring,
deeply caring, and understanding.
Why would she be surprised by that?
I strove to be considerate and caring,
I was made with a compassionate heart.

Charitable, kind, accommodating,
concerned for others before myself,
these are all the thoughts
that occupy my ruminating mind
looking back and dreaming.

Glenda Funk

Joanne,
Your narrative will forever change how I perceive being told I’m “thoughtful.” I like how you interpret the prompt and the list of possibilities you generate from being thoughtful.

Tammi Belko

Joanne,

I love the way your ruminations perfectly exemplify meaning of thoughtfuf and how thoughtfulness can be so many things.

C.O.

This poem is dreamy and heartfelt. I appreciate the different takes and definitions on thoughtfulness. Sweet and nostalgic with your mom. Hugs.

Oh, I love the possibly, absolutely, incredibly, but also. This is the stuff of being. All the things indeed.

Leilya Pitre

Joanne, I love all the ways you explore being thoughtful intellectually and emotionally. It makes me think how often we treat words on a surface level, but they may affect those for whom they intended so greatly. I appreciate how your poem reflect the flow of your thoughts in your “ruminating mind.” Thank you for your words!

Angie Braaten

The aftermath says it all, Gayle! Great poem 🙂

Scott M

[Taking his class
was] “Hands down,
the best college
English experience!”
And “Honestly, he
is the best professor
out at the community
college.” He is “interesting.”
He is “inspirational.”
He is “helpful,”
“a phenomenal teacher,
very engaging
and very
very smart,”
“an amazing
instructor” who
is “very understanding”
who “loves his job,”
“CARES for his
students[,] and
WANTS [them]
to do well!”

But also

a “tough grader,”
“disorganized
and difficult”:
“Do not take
if you want
an A.”

So, apparently, 
it seems,
universally, 
I am not
everyone’s 
cup of tea.

_____________________________________________

Leilya, thank you for today’s prompt and your mentor poem!  I loved the lunar image in your Definition stanza: “Listening like a full moon gathers light. / A quiet power learning how to rise.”  This is such a cool image of a bright, beautiful full moon (with such power) as it rises in the darkened night sky.  For my offering today, I wanted to write a poem purely from negative comments (of which there are dishearteningly many (?) or at least more than a few, lol) from the popular, anonymous online professor-rating platform, but I found that idea was too distressing, so I decided to mix in some of the positive comments, too.

Glenda Funk

Scott,
I always raised an eyebrow to (about) those teachers who were “everybody’s cup of tea.” I suspect being identified as disorganized worked in favor of students.

Tammi Belko

Scott — Engaging, phenomenal, tough — all those traits can exist together! My favorite teachers were always the ones that were interesting, inspirational and tough because they pushed me to be better and I found that I wanted to well for them.

Angie Braaten

The best ones will always have haters. Great poem, Scott!

C.O.

Such a fun take, using the literal words and thoughts of others organized in such a way. But also, let em. Love this.

Joanne Emery

Scott, I knew you would give me pause to think and smile and nod. You should take pride in all the descriptors you students have bestowed on you and I am sure you will wear them well while sipping your favorite cup of tea!

Leilya Pitre

Scott, I have no doubts, you are “interesting,” “inspirational, “helpful,” and love what you do. “A tough grader” and ““Do not take if you want an A” made me smile as they are quite relatable for my Linguistics course, which is the most demanding of all courses I teach. It’s impossible to be “everyone’s cup of tea,” and from what I now you are great. Thank you!

Susie Morice

Scott, rest assured that you are, indeed, my cup of tea! Wonderful. Susie

gayle sands

Smart

Etymology:
Women in my family are small and cute.. 
My younger sister was small, cute, and boy crazy. 
I read constantly, won spelling bees, got good grades, was the tallest in my class…
Social suicide in the ’60s. 
I didn’t want to be smart.

Definition:
Smart
Able to process text quickly and recall information accurately. 
Strong written and verbal skills
Hard worker, focused on studies
Opinionated
Should smile more
Needs to improve physical skills.
Uncomfortable with her appearance, gawky
     …contact lenses helped, but
…too tall 
…too thin
…always reading
…clumsy

Synonyms/Antonyms
Synonyms:
Intelligent, knowledgeable, well-read, and educated
(nose stuck in book, studious, too smart for my own good)
Antonyms
Thick, airheaded, slow-witted
(unsure, self-conscious, uncool)

Usage
“Gayle is the smart one. But she is so tall and difficult. Doesn’t fit in at all.
It’s good that she will be able to support herself.”
“Her little sister is the cute one. She looks like their mother’s side.  
Tiny and cute as a button! Isn’t she adorable?”

Aftermath:
…and the skinny, awkward girl grew up, left her small town, and lived happily ever after. 
And she was still smart.

Gayle Sands
5-21-25

Susie Morice

Gayle — I love this…that smart girl is AWESOME. That business of glorifying the petite little cuties…geez. At one point the poem read like an elementary school report card that I remember so well…Amen for the smart women, the tall babes, the happily ever after babes. Love the tone of the poem entirely. Susie

Joanne Emery

I love this, Gayle! I thinks so many of us can related to your experience. And I love that you added Usage and Aftermath. Hooray for smart girls! I wonder if your sister always wanted to be tall. It would be interesting to write a poem in two voices with two different perspectives.

Glenda Funk

Gayle,
Ugh! Families. frown😑 An uncle once commented about my sister and me: “Gaylene is the pretty one, and Glenda is the smart one.” Such comments are cruel. Glad you got away and lived happily ever after.

Tammi Belko

Gayle,

Your last stanza is perfect! Yay, for the smart girls!

Angie Braaten

The aftermath says it all, Gayle! Great poem 🙂

C.O.

The aftermath!!!!! Love this added entry to smart. Thanks for sharing and redefining smart-ness.

Sharon Roy

Gayle,

Love the

Aftermath:

Especially:

And she was still smart.

Good for you!

Gayle, I am so grateful for your poem as a gift to learn a little more about you in relationship to siblings and growing up. I’d love to stand beside you one day physically as part of your happily ever after and give you a hug.

Leilya Pitre

Gayle, as I read your poem, I think about why. Why do people always have to compare one person to another, especially siblings? Your kind of smart is so valuable. The Aftermath tells me you are content with who you are, and this is what’s important. Bravo! Thank you for allowing me to learn more about you from this poem.

D. Hill

Thank you for this unique prompt, Leilya! I am dabbling in more graphic literature these days, so I took this to my page with some raucous music (L7 – in case there’s any other OLD fans out there), markers, and stencils and had a lot of (serious) fun! I’ve included the text below. Cheers!

Etymology: You stay away from that girl – she’s trouble

Definition: Someone who inconveniences others with the truth.

Synonyms: outspoken persistent ally advocate fighter activist

Antonyms: invisible quiet agreeable malleable spineless acquiescent sycophant vapid dead

Misuses: “SHE got HERSELF in TROUBLE.”

Example Sentence: I am proud of all the trouble I caused in my life and am only sorry I didn’t cause more when I had the chance. I’m not dead yet. There’s still time!

trouble
Angie Braaten

That’s an awesome one pager to go along with your poem! I love “I’m not dead yet” and the misuse of “SHE got HERSELF in TROUBLE”! Thanks for sharing, Denise!

Susie Morice

D — This is superb! I love the enthusiastic in-yo-face-ness of it. Keep on making trouble. You rock! Susie

Tammi Belko

Denise,

Your poem really made me smile! I especially loved your example sentence. Cheers to making good trouble!

C.O.

I’m not dead yet- GOLD!!!! I adore this slice of life and graphic representation. Thank you for sharing your note page too. That’s how I write (then type for here). Trouble always makes me think of “right here in river city” from the music man. Love it.

Sharon Roy

D,

Love your sassy graphics which match your message so well.

Here’s to making good trouble as both John Lewis and Cecile Richards advocated.

Leilya Pitre

Denise, I am in love with your words and thoughts today. The graphic image is an added bonus! I smiled at misuses: “SHE got HERSELF in TROUBLE” and the ending: “I’m not dead yet. There is still time!” Thank you for such a fun work!

Joanne Emery

I missed this on my first go around, Denise! This is so wickedly creative! Thanks for sharing!

Shaun

Denise,
I LOVE the graphic you created! This would be a great 1st Quarter activity (sorry, thinking about school already). I love the juxtaposition of synonyms and antonyms – so much “good” trouble in being “outspoken persistent ally advocate fighter activist” – we need so much more trouble these days!

Denise Hill

Thanks, Shaun. This is a style I learned from another workshop where the host had us put a “power” or “meditative” word for ourselves at the center-ish, then look up quotes to place around the page related to the word, or you could write your own phrases. We also drew and colored the page. It’s so much fun, and there are endless possibilities.

Joanne Emery

Leilya, I love this prompt! I am at the beach and will ponder all day and get back to post a poem. There are so many words to think about that have made impact.

Maureen Y Ingram

Family Malpractice

sensitive (adj.)

Etymology  
a label served with a sneer
keeping me off guard
minimizing my voice
setting me apart from 
the strong, quick, more important positions 
of others 
especially, men 

Definition
slow to speak, thoughtful with words
listening, considering different perspectives
believing in the ability of words 
to hurt and to nourish

Synonyms
contemplative, empathic, intentional

Antonyms
brusque, arrogant, hasty

Misuses (said with a mocking voice)
“she’s a big baby, always ready to cry”
“what did we do to hurt your feelings this time?” 
“let’s keep that a secret from her, it’ll just upset her”

Example

as a teacher of young children
families complimented my patience 

my striving to see the world as their child did 

to be delicate, careful, and measured 
and oh so supportive
about their child’s skills and learning

Susie Morice

Maureen, even at the title, I was drawn into your poem. The world for sensitive people is particularly complex. You listen more carefully, you are reflective, you immediately walk in another person’s shoes. Like you, I’ve bristled at how readily some men see this as a weakness. How sad is that?! I loved seeing you through your poem today… you make the world better. Thank you! Susie

Angie Braaten

I love the end that describes how important your sensitive nature is for students and parents! 💙

Tammi Belko

Maureen,

Sensitivity is such important trait for teachers to possess. Your students are lucky to have you supporting them.

C.O.

You’re so right- this “negative” trait is such a positive influence in our chosen profession. I love these poems today, how they heal and highlight some of the “attacks” on our strengths. Thanks for sharing.

Sharon Roy

Maureen,

I’ve been labeled sensitive as well. And while it’s true, I’ve never understood why others saw it as a negative. I love how your example so well demonstrates the value of sensitivity.

Example

as a teacher of young children

families complimented my patience 

my striving to see the world as their child did 

to be delicate, careful, and measured 

and oh so supportive

about their child’s skills and learning

Leilya Pitre

Maureen, I appreciate your title more after reading the poem. I read Ann’s poem about being sensitive and yours, and will say again: sensitive, to me, means, humane, kind and caring. This is such a gift, especially for teachers. Love your definition of the word!

Joanne Emery

Maureen, I love what you have written about being sensitive. My poem about being thoughtful compliments yours so well I think.

Susan Osborn

I am who I am.

First called an artist in sixth grade
but never knew why. 
Maybe it was the doodles I drew
instead of paying attention
or should I say the name “artist” 
and the skill of drawing followed me
becoming an intregal part of my educaton.

Some people refer to me as a creative person
but aren’t we all? 
Why don’t we recognize it?
Imagination is in us and around us all.

Last night a person introduced me
“a real artist in our midst.”
Embarrased. She put me on an undeserved pedestal.
I am above others like someone with magical powers.
Others feel I am an introverted drop-out, 
should get a “real job.”

I am who I am.

Leilya Pitre

Hi, Susan! Isn’t it great to just be yourself? I do know from your previous poems that you are an artist, so your skills, your love for drawing are integral parts of you. I see someone with these skills as having “magic powers” too, but I do realize that work goes into anything you do. “I am who I am” displays you’re enough and content. Thank you!

Maureen Y Ingram

I am sorry that you felt embarrassed… and I love your repeated line, “I am who I am.” This poem offers such gentle acceptance of creativity, and your conviction that all of us have this within us. I think I see why you are on a pedestal – this ‘essence’ of artistry is tamped down in so many, not accessed ever.

Joanne Emery
  1. Susan, your poem reminds me of Nell Painter’s s book, Old in Art School, which I am just finishing. I highly recommend it if you haven’t read it yet.
Susan Osborn

Thank you, Joanne. I will.

Tammi Belko

Susan,
Your poem is an inspiring reminder that “Imagination is in us and around us all”. Tapping into imagination isn’t always easy.

C.O.

the two sides of this trait, especially how we perceive the compliment. I’m sure you are an artist! Despite professional persists, you are still an artist no matter what. Thanks for sharing this piece.

Ann E. Burg

I love your poetry Leilya! You are a star watcher, a star-keeper gathering light. Thank you for opening our hearts to this month’s poetry triduum.!

Too-Sensitive

Etymology

Combination form: Too (adv.excessively) + Sensitive (adj). receptive to sense impressions; easily effected by external agents.

Definition

Overly-aware of the attitudes and feelings of self and others. (unkind words; unfair judgements; the gradual reddening of a classmate’s face; a broken rose; a crushed petal).

Synonyms

Touchy. Perceptive. Empathetic.

Antonyms

Insensitive. Obtuse. Callous.

Echoes

That’s a stupid idea. She’s so weird, why do you talk to her? He wasn’t calling you fatso…what do you care what he says? Here she goes again…I think that I shall never see a poem as lovely as a tree. What does it matter… it’s a world away.

Usage/Example

In mixed company she drapes her senses in carefree cloth but, being too-sensitive, sounds and sights filter through her home-made armor and when she’s alone, she whispers to herself because I love the world. 

Kate Sjostrom

Oh, I love the whispering end, the feeling for the crushed petal, the feeling for the world that remains in its beauty despite the insenstive, obtuse, callous comments that miss it.

Leilya Pitre

Ann, I am learning so much with you. I knew the word “triduum” but never used it myself and didn’t hear anyone from my surrounding to use it.
Being sensitive is great, much greater than being indifferent, insensitive, or apathetic. The reactions to attitudes–“unkind words; unfair judgements; the gradual reddening of a classmate’s face; a broken rose; a crushed petal”–is what makes you a good, kind, and compassionate human being. The echoes in your poem add context that makes me relate to your words and experiences. Like Kate, I love the whispers in the end. Thank you!

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Maureen Y Ingram

oh I love this so much! I am glad that I had already posted about my “sensitive” before reading yours, Ann. This is really good. That line “she drapes her senses in carefree cloth ” and then coming home awash in the feeling of “I love the world” – yeah to sensitive folks! Yay, you!!

Tammi Belko

Ann,

I think as teacher poets sensitivity is inherently part of our nature. We feel deeply and empathize with others. Those emotions transfer into our words and poetry.
I love these beautiful last lines —
“sounds and sights filter through her home-made armor and when she’s alone, she whispers to herself because I love the world.”

C.O.

The echos section is brave. So much we hear and rehear with our inner critic. The use of “too” is always used to tear us down. Thanks for sharing this piece of home-made armor. Beautiful.

Kate Sjostrom

Thanks, Leilya. This structure was just what I needed to say yes today.

Precocious (adj.)

Etymology 
From a birthday card from my father, who’d recently moved out and taken me to my first opera—Wagner’s Das Rheingold—which I claimed to like so much he marveled I’d gone “straight for the meat,” not needing to be charmed by lighter, comic fare.  

Definition
Unusually advanced; prematurely developed; grown up too fast; lonely but connected (as in one’s room, listening to the second movement of Beethoven’s 7th on repeat).  

Synonyms
Skipper of 7th-grade math; freshman MVP; grade-lover; consoler of mom; designated driver; date of older boys.

Antonyms
In the moment; at home with peers; just a kid.

Misuses
Misread as “precious” on said birthday card from my dad and I felt for a moment like a kid cradled, cherished, off the hook.

Example
My Sibelius-playing daughter is precocious and precious, precious, precious.

C.O.

Oh this made me feel things. I especially love the “misread” and meaning behind precious. That line is SO good. And I love how this form has offered such a range of healing for the words we all have chosen. Thank you for sharing this part of you. I adored it.

Leilya Pitre

Kate, what a great way to tell us about yourself. I love your synonym list, and “consoler of mom” touches me the most. Misreading of “precocious” as “precious” is somewhat predictable as I did the same when I first glanced on your poem. In your example, you are well intended, proud and loving parent.

Maureen Y Ingram

What a heavy gift of a word for a child! (Was it hard to be “consoler of mom’? An unfair burden for a kid, I think.) You have leaned into it so well – and a bonus gift to have a child much like yourself, and the recognition of how precious they are.

Sharon Roy

Kate,

I like how you focused on a misreading and then incorporated both the word and its misread, perhaps hoped for, alternate in your sweet ending.

.Example

My Sibelius-playing daughter is precocious and precious, precious, precious.

This stanza moved me:

Synonyms

Skipper of 7th-grade math; freshman MVP; grade-lover; consoler of mom; designated driver; date of older boys.

It hints at many difficult stories and truths in so few words.

Fantastic poem!

Susie Morice

A LESSON IN RACISM

[Racism: an ugly monster; 
it shows its decayed, yellow teeth;
catches you off guard the first time;
you never forget it.] 

College freshman, 
I loved dancing
at the Student Union,
the jukebox cranking
The Temptations, The Four Tops,
James Brown, Smokey Robinson,
The Supremes,
Gladys Knight…
Aretha;
hard to sit and study;
I was seat-dancing to the beat.

The ‘60s:
rock-n-roll and soul,
my candy.

I danced from as far back
as I could remember,
and dancing with someone
who really KNEW how to dance,
well, that was walkin’ on water.

I pretty much liked everybody
I met as a kid, 
if you were dancing,
you were definitely
a friend.

A fellow asked me to dance;
I readily jumped up,
hit the tile dance floor with him,
a new friend, a FINE dancer.

By the time I flopped back down to my books,
I was out of breath, rejuvenated,
happy for dancing, music, and good times,

until 

another friend,
so-called,
leaned over to me
and sneered,
“Well, I guess that makes you
a N-lover.” [I still can’t even write the word.]

Speechless,
mouth agape,
I looked at the guy… very white …

at that moment I realized
I did not actually like everyone I met
and especially not the racist creep
who had passed himself off as a friend
yet looked at my dance partner —
and hated the color of his skin.

Racism —
it is not innocent;
It is not subtle;
an insidious infection
requiring excising, 
leaving scars
there for the memory
and retelling,
so not to let it blister
and boil anew.

by Susie Morice, June 21, 2025©

C.O.

Ew. The way you describe it and personify it with yellow teeth had me cringing the whole way through. What a powerful dance this poem was. Thank you for writing this story. It has stuck with you and I will think about it for a while. Thanks for sharing, Susie!

Ann E. Burg

Wow Susie— this is a powerful, visceral poem. Those last four lines…I’ve had similar experiences. Thank you for the reminder… I too learned not to like everyone I met.

Susan Osborn

Of course you have scars from this memory! Wow, I can’t imagine that happening and I am so sorry you experienced it. Racism does require excising.

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Leilya Pitre

Oh, my, Susie! Some “so-called” friends are bigots. This was a true lesson in racism, and also in loss of trust. To me, these two are among the most devastating. I agree that that
“Racism —
it is not innocent;
It is not subtle;
an insidious infection
requiring excising”
Thank you for sharing with us today.

Maureen Y Ingram

Sickening, powerful memory, Susie. So sorry you had this experience – such a hateful reaction. Your word choice is strong and awesome…the last stanza, in particular: boil, scars, insidious, excising, blister. Wow!

Jennifer Guyor Jowett

Susie, beyond the racism itself, the hardest thing is learning how someone actually feels. I find myself drawn to the hard words you use–insidious infection, scars, blister, boil, decayed–because of what they reveal. I am sending you all the dance vibes today and love for gathering all those true friends. What a powerful moment.

Glenda Funk

Susie,
Im glad you did not write that ugly word. It needs to be buried under a big boulder along w/ all those racists. I liked them better when they were silent, hidden. I love the way you set the scene in your poem and surprised us w/ your dance partner’s race. That delayed identification adds to the gut punch of the story.

C.O.

I have looked forward to OpenWrite all month and I have been meaning to write a piece like this for a while. Thank you for the prompt and sharing vulnerable pieces this weekend. I enjoy reading them.

different (adj.)

Ya know— it’s funny,
you probably thought you
were offering comfort
when you said it,
you probably thought I’d
take it as a good thing
and not spiral with all 
its connotations,
or—
you didn’t think anything
because you thought it
was wholly, completely
true:
“Your body is just different.”
and at the time,
being different meant
bad and unusual
and abnormal and fat
but we wrapped it up
in a little box and
carried it for the rest of
forever. 
Different went from
bad to cool,
from unusual to unique,
from abnormal to desired,
from fat to …
It changed meanings
and hands as it
was then used to
describe my brain,
my body, my skills,
my passions, my beliefs—
and even when the posters all said 
“Born to stand out”
“We’re all unique”
I still felt…
different.
And it never felt bright + shiny
like the lamination said.
The dictionary page
for different still
features my pictures,
but it has taken
many rewrites,
reviews, edits
to update the list
of synonyms from
bad/unusual/abnormal/fat
to words I am proud to be called like
Independent
Creative
Talented
Amazing 
But think of how
much time we
would have saved,
confidence we
could have spared,
if you just said,
“Nobody or body is like you
and that’s amazing.”

Things could have been…
different.

Kate Sjostrom

This poem really gets me, C.O.—especially “you probably thought you were offering comfort.” How much power our words have, especially with the young! And I love how you call out the “bright and shiny” lie of “the lamination.”

“‘Nobody or body is like you / and that’s amazing‘”!

Ann E. Burg

I love this! It made me cry…how much confidence we may have saved and spared…words are so much more than a jumble of letters…you captured it all an I am quite sure you are alll those words you are proud to be called! Thank you for sharing this!

Leilya Pitre

C.O, thank you for your poem today! Time and time again, I am reminded how words can hurt and affect us. I am so happy that you were able to redefine the synonyms list into:
Independent
Creative
Talented
Amazing”
If people thought before saying something more often, things would be different indeed.

Margaret Simon

Oof! This one hits home for me. I like how you referenced the posters that are supposed to cheer you up, but don’t always hit the mark. I am thinking differently about the word different.

Angie Braaten

I mean I think I wowed at every line of this poem. I love how it flows through time and how the connotations changed.

but we wrapped it up
in a little box and
carried it for the rest of
forever.”

geez, yea.

and ending with that last stanza. Wow.

Sharon Roy

C.O.,

Love these lines:

And it never felt bright + shiny

like the lamination said.

and your clever, elliptical ending:

Things could have been…

different.

Glenda Funk

WOZA! This is an amazing poem. That last line is a zinger. There is something judgy and biting in “Your body is just different.” and all the connotations the word informs. Truly a phenomenal poem.

Scott M

C.O., “Independent / Creative / Talented / Amazing.” YES! “Your body is just different.” Yikes. Some people, sometimes, it seems, just don’t think before they speak, or as you say, just aren’t aware of the impact of their words on others. Thanks for crafting and sharing this with us!

Sandra Stiles

Leilya, thank you so much for this poem. This is something I want to do with my students at the beginning of the school year. What better way to get to know how your students see themselves and how they perceive others see them. It also allows the opportunity for them to write poetry in a non-threatening way. I grew up on a farm. My father, in addition to job was musically talented. He loved being in the public eye as did one of my sisters. I enjoyed singing but didn’t always want to be in the public eye. I heard my parents and others describe my sisters as you will see in my poem. I like to prove people wrong so I auditioned in high school and was selected to be part of a traveling singing group and have performed in theater. Here is my poem.

You Think You Know Me
 
Smart (adj.)

Etymology
I had her father in my class.
I heard she’s just as smart as him.
I hated that word.

Definition
Afraid to make mistakes.
Disappointed by teachers
who pointed out her mistakes publicly

Synonyms
Bookworm, Perfectionist, Worrier
Sponge, Spends time helping others.
Future Teacher

Antonyms
Guarded, too quiet, Often called,
“The smart one, not the pretty and talented one.”
Compared to her sister.

Misuses
“She is awful shy.”
“Have her tutor during recess.”
“Smart, but such  a tomboy.”

Example
At ten, I was Glinda in the Wizard of Oz,
I performed in my sparkly golden dress made by my mother.
They said I was beautiful and didn’t know  I could sing.
They never batted an eye when after the performance
I played baseball with the boys.

Jennifer Guyor Jowett

Sandra, so many have risen above the labels given early on, persisted and succeeded. It makes me wonder what might happen if those labels had been positive from the get-go. What might lives have turned out like? Or does the adversity help one become stronger? I love that you are and became so much more and beyond.

Leilya Pitre

Sandra, I think it’s a great idea to have this prompt at the beginning of the school year. in fact, I might begin my young adult literature course with it in august. I used to ask them to create a name tag on a A4 poster paper and decorating it with symbolic images representing who they are.
Like you, I don’t like the word “smart,” and partially because it often has some negative connotation. Your definition is brutally honest. Love your synonyms and how you proved your labelers wrong. Thank you for writing and sharing!

C.O.

Love the way you have intertwined the stories and entries here. So many ways others define you and you prove them wrong/right in your own ways. I like the approach to the word smart. Thanks for sharing.

Susie Morice

Ah, Sandra — This is really so telling…how those labels affect so much of what we do and how we hide or challenge those labels. I love the baseball with the boys… LOL! Kids growing up have a lot of hurdles and you clearly have surely surprised your sibs and family. This format really conveys a lot of good reflection on our growing up. Thank you for sharing. Susie

Margaret Simon

I taught gifted students and they hated the label. It was often used against them, “You are too smart for that,” for example. I’m so glad you proved them wrong when you got the part in the Wizard of Oz. I think your idea to use this exercise at the beginning of the year is good. You can use your own poem as a model poem.

Margaret Simon

Leilya, I was a shy child and was often thought to be snobby because of it. I love the synonym “heart-keeper.” I like to think of us both as heart-keepers in our teaching.
I looked back to a time when I was being considered for a leadership position and the woman called me a “taskmaster.” I was taken aback. It is not who I thought I was and was offended that she saw me that way.

Taskmaster (n)

Etymology
In a committee meeting, while the heat was rising, spit out as if chewed too long.

Definition
Make a list and get-er-done.
Accomplish the goal you set.
Say what you mean to say.

Synonyms
over-achiever
goal-oriented
teacher

Antonyms
lazy
under-achiever
easy going

Misuses
job qualification for a leadership position

Example sentence
This taskmaster retired to find a path to stillness and peace.

Jennifer Guyor Jowett

Margaret, I am offended for you at this situation. I can picture this person and her face as she said it. Might I suggest that you re-label yourself as the master of tasks–someone so good at so many things that you have acquired the highest level of achievement, high enough to teach others how. Shyness is a difficult one (a label we share) as it is often mistaken for other things. Let’s embrace ourselves and rename us “heart-keepers.”

Leilya Pitre

Margaret, I see we have some commonalities between us too. Your definition of a taskmaster is much preferred to the original one. in your dictionary, I am a taskmaster as well. Love your sentence example. Happy retirement!

C.O.

Definitely not lazy. Rest (in retirement and in work) is productive. Thanks for sharing this piece of how you have shifted from taskmaster to peaceful.

Susie Morice

Margaret — Isn’t that crazy, how some people whip off summations like that and floor you? I love the ending sentence…it rings triumphant. Susie

Bean

All these great nicknames out there
on the tongues of people wanting to name you.
Maybe they forgot what you were called.
Maybe they want to show an intimacy.
Maybe they seek power.
Stripped by their target, they lose power–
their power to label a body, an age, a feature.
In a pile not unlike leaves, they look so
beautifully discarded in colorful terms.
For no one asked my permission to
be called by my body shape at 12, a shape
that would change, a label that would not.
No. But then again, maybe birth names
are the same. A label with all the connotations
of past imagery and sensitivities and
expectations to carry for life. Until I choose
to rename, redefine. So I look at the pile–
at all the options. I think try a few on for size.

Sandra Stiles

Sarah, your first few lines made me think back to my childhood. I was very, very skinny. They teased me and called me Bag of Bones, or stick legs. It was always said with a laugh. How much did I let that define me? Your poems speaks so much truth.

Jennifer Guyor Jowett

Sarah, this makes me think of all the nicknames people are given and the why behind those names, why some stick, and some don’t. My sister embraced her nicknames. We still all refer to her as Chica (the name developed since neither of my boys could pronounce Jessica when they were little). But for others, nicknames come and go. You’ve caused me to consider how parents get to moniker their children for life based on what appealed to them at the time of naming. And, how some people are ok with renaming but not with redefining who we are.

C.O.

This is so beautifully crafted. The imagery and connections to leaves, words, lasting memories and hurts- so well done. Thank you for sharing this heavy piece so beautifully today. Happy to read your work again.

Leilya Pitre

Thank you for your poetic thoughts this morning, Sarah!
These lines made me think about Jennifer’s poem:
For no one asked my permission to
be called by my body shape at 12, a shape
that would change, a label that would not.”
First, you both state that no one has the right or permission to define you. Secondly, Jennifer asks the question about possibility to outgrow the label, and you seem to answer it. I see you power in this line: “Until I choose / to rename, redefine.” Wise!

Susie Morice

Sarah — I particularly love “Bean”… it is a term in my family as well. You pose the important questions here though…”For no one asked my permission to/be called by my body shape at 12, a shape/that would change, a label that would not.” INDEED. Those labels don’t just go away in your psyche. And they do carry history with them in many families…complicated histories. “Bean” in my family is an endearing tag on names…Jose Bean, Rusty Bean, Kidney Bean. We had our Bean Pole too though. I have to say, names matter, and your poem is one that I’d like to share with families who too readily categorize kids, leaving them with ghosts…some not so dear. Good stuff, Sarah. Thank you. Susie

Kate Sjostrom

This and other poems have me thinking hard about “people wanting to name [others]”—and wanting to curb that instinct in myself! And your suggestion that “maybe birth names / are the same”—wow. So hard to avoid bestowing that baggage!

Susan Osborn

I love the idea of all the names put in a pile like raked up autumn leaves, beautifully discarded. Do we really need any nicknames?
When I was younger I felt left out because I never had any. No one paid attention to me?

Margaret Simon

I dealt with some awful labels at 12. That is such a difficult age for body image and for bullies who label others. You can choose to rename and redefine. A powerful poem of resistance.

Shaun

Sarah,
I love the end of the poem as the speaker throws off the labels – “Until I choose to rename, redefine” – all those nicknames attached to one’s physical attributes are the hallmark of childhood, until “Stripped by their target, they lose power” – such a powerful reclamation!

Glenda Funk

Sarah,
Lots of truth in “Maybe they seek power.” Ken and I had a conversation about how family does this today before I saw your poem. I’m glad we get to choose the words that define us when we’re older, or at least get to care less about how others define us.

Kim Johnson

Leilya, thank you for hosting us today and inspiring us to think of the impact of words and how much they matter. Your lovely poem and your prompt remind me of my father, whose love of words was contagious. We celebrate his life and bury him today, and I chose a word that he used repeatedly in his final days. Before Dad died, he kept urging my brother and me to tap into the serendipitous steering currents of the spirit. He loved words and their sounds and meanings. I’m choosing the word serendipitous today as my dictionary word. Many in this group have been praying over the past months and reaching out, and I want to say a huge thanks – – I felt the power of every prayer and loving thought.

serendipitous (adj.) – a favorite word of Felix Haynes; he referred to the serendipitous steering currents of the spirit – it began mattering in the days leading up to his death when he urged us to watch for things to happen – to unfold in unexpected and divinely inspired ways. 

definition – the divineness of the hand that parts waters, lights stars, and moves mountains like in Romans 8:28, making a way where there seems to be no way.

synonym – beneficial

antonym – unfortunate

misuses – planned, controlled, humanly intentional

sentence: Don’t be surprised when the serendipitous steering currents of the spirit sweep in and cause miracles to happen.

Sandra Stiles

Kim, I am so sorry for your loss. I love your father’s saying. I will begin to look for the serendipitous steering currents of the spirit.Lifting you and your family in prayer. Rejoicing in the fact that you will one day see him again. I agree 100% with Romans 8:28.

Margaret Simon

I imagine your father as a strong character who believed in the power of prayer. I love the word “serendipity.” It makes me feel lighter on my feet, surprised by joy. My prayers are with you today as you gather to celebrate your father’s serendipitous life.

Jennifer Guyor Jowett

Oh, Kim! I love that you have joined us on this very meaningful day and that you parted the waters to move us closer to whom your father was by sharing his spirit and his love of words. What better place for him to land today than with so many other word-lovers (and now I’m thinking of how hyphens split the words to make way for more). This is a beautiful tribute to him today. Uplifting all of you through prayers and hugs. What an incredible man he was to give us such an incredible daughter and friend.

Leilya Pitre

Kim, I am so sorry for your loss and have been thinking about you these past several days. I love the word you chose to celebrate your dad and his word-loving legacy. Love the sentence example: “Don’t be surprised when the serendipitous steering currents of the spirit sweep in and cause miracles to happen.” It feeds me with hope.

C.O.

“Making a way when there seems to be no way” is a beautiful interpretation of spontaneity. Thanks for sharing this piece and writing through the hard things. Hugs.

Susie Morice

Gosh, Kim — This is beautiful. I had not thought about this so deeply as I am doing this morning. I think I actually NEEDED this poem today. Love, Susie

Joanne Emery

Kim, I have been thinking of you and your father all week. I love the term “serendipitous steering currents.” I think I have always felt them all my life but didn’t have a name for them. Thank you, Kim. Thank you, Felix. I will go forth a little less afraid now.

Sharon Roy

Oh Kim,

so sorry for your loss.

Thank you for sharing your father’s wisdom with us today.

sentence: Don’t be surprised when the serendipitous steering currents of the spirit sweep in and cause miracles to happen.

Beautiful!

Shaun

Kim, my deepest condolences on the passing of your father.
Such a poignant piece on the importance of being present and paying attention to the “serendipitous steering currents of the spirit” – very lyrical. Thank you for sharing today!

Glenda Funk

Kim,
I know today has been hard and exhausting. I know serendipity offers comfort as you reread and contemplate on Romans 8:28 and other verses that were your father’s favorites. They will continue being there for you in the coming days, indeed in the coming years. Sending peace and light your way.

Jennifer Guyor Jowett

Leilya, your words are full of hope, strength, overcoming. “Listening like a full moon gathers light” is my favorite line for all its symbolism. We can imagine the light inside you growing as time passes. But equally as strong is “It echoed louder than my voice ever could.” Such truth there. I am so glad you gathered your light and let it fully grow so that you could shine it over everyone. Beautiful poem.

Dictionary Me This, Childhood

Is it possible to outgrow la·bels 
/lāˈ bəls/
Words used to define
Truths
Untruths
Names awarded
(Example: She spent her childhood 
trying to outgrow the names they called her.)
Tags*
One synonym the same as another
Sticks and stones
(the antonyms hurt just as much)
No one can definition me

*Etymology {earliest use: childhood; strip of dignity, fringe of society, worn like a scarlet letter, dangling; General meaning: affixed to indicate nature, contents, destination}

Kim Johnson

Jennifer, your poem raises a question I’ve often had – – especially as I keep up with friends from high school on social media, and I tend to only remember them in their window of time when I knew them – – their reputations, their hobbies, their attitudes. Years later, when I bump into them, I see the changes and realize how little I knew of the depth of their thoughts and lives. I love that your poem inspires us to get past the labels and know the heart.

Jennifer, I love that “No one can definition me.” Such agency. And the collective pronoun “they” is perfect for alllowing the reader to consider their own they who named her, tagged her in such a way.

Sarah

Margaret Simon

You got to the heart of the prompt today with your honest question, Is it possible to outgrow labels? God forbid we are defined by what others see us as. Your poem led me to my chewing on the word taskmaster, a word I was called long ago. “No one can definition me.”

C.O.

OOF this hits so deep. I love this. I can relate to this and feel the dictionary page burning. So good. Thank you for sharing.

Leilya Pitre

Jennifer, thank you your poem and your voice. I am always impressed as how gathered you are early in the morning. I love your profound: “No one can definition me. So much strength in this statement!

Susie Morice

Jennifer — I so like the strength of the voice in this poem. It has a sense of “hey you, back off…I am in charge of my own definition.” I like that. “Outgrowing labels” –darn good question…can we? I don’t know…sometimes I think, OF COURSE, an other times there it is in the mirror. “Tags” — good word in this poem. My family has a tag for everyone…it’s daunting sometimes to navigate. Other times, it’s delightful. Mostly, though, it just a lot. I love your poem. Susie

Najma Masood

Thank you, Leilyla. You are a wonderful person with a kind heart and a bright spirit. Your dedication and positive energy inspire those around you, and your presence always brings warmth and joy. Keep shining and sharing your light with others.

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Leilya Pitre

Thank you, Najma! You are so kind. Would you like to tell us about you in a poem today?
I love this rainbow scarf.