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Erica Johnson lives in the suburbs of Little Rock, Arkansas while teaching in the rural town of Vilonia.  She has dedicated a dozen years to helping juniors and seniors earn college credit for English.  Erica is currently improving her teaching game by attending Arkansas Leadership Academy.  This decision came out of the work she does as part of the writing community called Teach Write and the Teach Write Academy.  Erica spends her non-writing time in the company of her “grumpy old man” dog, Cooper, or setting new personal records at her local Crossfit gym.

Inspiration 

When my students were studying poetry I shared with them the best tip for understanding poetry: writing.  I wanted to bring something relevant back to them, which was when I rediscovered the echo sonnet prompt from Glenda Funk right here on Ethical ELA. 

I thought it would be more than appropriate to not only pull a poem from a previous AP exam, but instead of the usual analytical essay, I tasked them with writing a poem instead. We engaged in a week of work with the sonnet form in order to better understand poetry as a whole.

Process

The sonnet has been visited by poets countless times, to the point where to write one is to engage in a conversation with the past.   Robert Pack’s sonnet “To An Empty Page” takes that idea a step further – creating a form that relies on the structure of the sonnet and a one word echo.

My process in writing an echo sonnet was similar. I found myself conversing with a mythological figure and meanwhile, when my students tackled the prompt, they wrote to their future selves, their past selves, and even historical figures and events!

What conversation will you have with your sonnet?  Who or what do you need to speak with?  What thoughts will your sonnet echo back to you?

As I told my students, don’t worry too much about the traditional sonnet structure; focus instead on keeping it to a brief conversation of 14 lines between yourself and an “echo” of your choice. 

Erica’s Poem

To an Echo by Erica Johnson

Since Shakespeare first penned to present the question is posed: (Behold)
How does one show love to another? (Smother)
No, I’m seeking a means that is less opposed. (Bold)
Exactly! A sign of love that is warm as summer. (Shudder)

Oh come now that simile wasn’t that bad. (Bad)
But that’s the thing all the love songs have been written. (Smitten)
What more can I say about love, what can I add? (Add)
Frankly, the topic of love puts me in an awkward position! (Listen)

What could an Echo possibly know! (Oh)
I’m sorry that was harsh, I shouldn’t have shout. (Out)
But the last love of your life actually drowned ages ago. ( )
No response for that one? You don’t have to pout. (Doubt)

I guess love has always been complicated for all. (All)
We’ll keep writing sonnets until we find love or bawl. (Bawl)

Your Turn

Now, scroll to the comment section below to write your own poem. (This is a public space, so you may 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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Amber

Erica (and Glenda)! What a great prompt. It definitely took more out of me than I probably expected, but I found myself just enthralled with writing and not wanting to do anything else. I finally got it done after much editing and thinking and researching…to find out that I used the wrong rhyme scheme for a Shakespearean sonnet. Ha…so at about line 10, I decided to just do couplets. Maybe some day I can return, or write another one with the ABABCDCDEFEFGG rhyme scheme instead of whatever mess it is that I have.

I really want to do an audio reading of this. I’m going to see if I can figure out how to do that and post it to share.

I’m copying and pasting, but also attaching a screenshot of the poem incase it posts with odd formatting.

I Can Get Better
By Amber Harrison

There’s all these bits and pieces. I see them 
mayhem
from every side of m’eyes – the side that REMs;
brain stem
the side that was four, ten, in the teens; 
or tweens?
from my twenties and my thirties. This means
by all means 
my forties face forward and I think may-
may-
maybe it will be backwards when I’m, say
one day
seventy…eighty. Can’t keep it straight. 
Wait!
How do I keepsake them? Communicate
calibrate 
them – bubble them out in ways others should 
could
see, too? Like it. Need it. Want it. For good. 
probably misunderstood
Just maybe there’s a girl out there hide
bide
-ing in her forties who’ll find ‘em — cockeyed. 
teary-eyed
Her sorrows then washed away down the drains 
through the veins
like the yellow sprung dust upon the trains.
What remains?

i can get better poem.png
weverard1

Gaaaa! I fell asleep, and I’m so late, but here’s my sonnet! (That 10-hour sleep sure felt good though; Spring Break can’t come fast enough!)

To Cooper

When tasked to make my words in poem take flight (right)
I posed to Study Hall this daunting task (ask)
Responded they with subjects when I asked (vast)
But Cooper uttered, “Write about gas price” (height)

But who shall claim the blame for sad uptick? (quick)
Can Biden truly claim that “I did this?”  (miss)
And though the blame on Elon was some’s wish, (rich)
It’s simply ‘cuz they think that he’s a d…. (slick)

And so we toil day by day at jobs (rob)
To fill our cars that speed us to our fun (done)
While blame eludes us for this hit-and-run (everyone)
And fists are pumped in air with cries, “That jerk”! (smirk)

But things are more complex than people see (me)
Just one more thing on which we disagree (worry).

weverard1

P.S, Cooper is the student who recommended the topic; I told him I’d dedicate the poem to him. 😉

Leilya Pitre

Wendy, you needed some rest, no worries! I am glad I came back to read your poem this early morning. Say thank you to Cooper. His idea helped you craft this poem ful of wit and wisdom. I could comment on each line, but the ones about Elon made me smile and agree with you. I loved the rhyming echoes, especially these: job/rob, jerk / smirk.
Enjoy the day! Tomorrow is Friday 🙂

weverard1

Thanks, Leilya! <3

Dave Wooley

Wendy, thanks to you and Cooper for this fun and pointed poem. I love the irreverence in all of the lines. And your line about jobs and (rob) is a really great inventive way to point out wage theft and time theft that happens at the workplace (sorry to get so serious!). This was fun and gave us lots to think about too!

Sarah Fleming

I want to be in your study hall as you compose your poem with Cooper et al, being part of this writer’s group and prioritizing such work over the piles of grading and planning that await, yay! “But things are more complex that people see (me)” – YESSSSSSS

weverard1

<3 <3

Dave Wooley

Erica, this one was a challenge! And I found myself pretty time crunched, but I enjoyed the process, and here’s what we got!

This poem is not a poem

All this ripping and running leaves no time for creation (frustration!)
But if I can get this out, and rise to the occasion (elation!)
Instead I’m stretched like taffy, elastic, multi-tasking (who’s asking?)
If I took the day off, would that be such an infraction? (No slacking…)
Okay, okay, maybe phone a friend? A collaboration? (For innovation!!)
Unlikely, right? A little late to enlist cooperation (Jus’ sayin’)
So maybe I could just steal… ahem, borrow a line or two to start (Found Art!)
A little Shakespeare or Donne or Hayes or McKay to do their part (Kickstart!)
How do I love thee?–oops, that’s Browning (stop clowning!!)
I mean “thine eyes are nothing like the sun”, too tragic? (nah, black girl magic)
I like where this is going, “Death shall be no more” (Nevermore?)
No, wrong guy! “An American Sonnet that is part prison” (break the system)
“Her vigor flows like tides into my blood” (Understood, and up to no good!)
Maybe that’s the start–I got here with some help from my friends… (the end?)

Glenda Funk

Dave,
Indeed, finding time for art, making a place to start, that’s the mark which time takes. Yet you’ve reimagined, reinvented?, some Poe
and brought along some friends. I am a huge Terrance Hayes sonnet fan. Much to lest. from him. The ? at the end is perfect since we’re never at the end but only at an ending point.

Fran Haley

Dave, the struggle is REAL with finding the time to create and “rise to the occasion.” Yet this “poem that’s not a poem” is masterful! I oversimplified to get it done, and in reading your echo sonnet (it is too a poem!!) makes me wish I’d tinkered with mine longer. The allusions are certainly a “kickstart” and they shine here. It’s so much fun to read, with the sonnet-flow and deft humor.

weverard1

Dave, this was fiiiiiiiire! (As the kids say.). And thanks for introducing me to some fanstastic sonnets that I’d never heard of before (“An American Sonnet that is Part Prison”? No words!!).

Leilya Pitre

Dave, you did it so well! The beginning is quite relevant to us all. I read and nodded and smiled–good thing there wasn’t anyone around to watch me )). I also enjoyed the second part where bringing up the lines from the famous sonnets with humorous echoes. I think I will share this with my students today. Thank you!

Ashley

Hello Walkman, gone but not forgotten yet
(Hello)
Bus rides, closing my eyes I’ll be home soon
(Tears)
Skip a beat, scratches dug into you deep
(Resiliency)
Pop out, change, a new mixed tape for my soul
(Rage)
Marshall Mathers, Goo Goo Dolls, Shinedown all
(Cacophony)
Headphones blaring, I swear I’m not swearing
(Liar)
Teenage nightmares held in musical dreams
(Escape)
Drown out solitude, write, read, show my work
(Distractions)
Rewarding myself with your company
(Rejoice!)
I miss you so much it hurts me sometimes
(Nostalgia)
Too many options—I’ve become gluttonous
(Become??)
Ok, so what? Maybe I always was
(Truthfully…)
Spotify playlists could never replace
(Denial…)
No, it is not the same. Not the same care
(Always)

Dave Wooley

Ashley, so much of this poem resonates with me. Music has always been my coping mechanism and way to make sense of the world and this peom really encapsulates that idea. Your parenthetical response really frame your ideas here to and create clarity in your lines.

Fran Haley

Ashley, your echo-sonnet tribute to the Walkman is so poignant – “I miss you so much it hurts me sometimes” – nostalgia swirls round and round the images. I can feel the longing throughout. This line struck me especially: ” Teenage nightmares held in musical dreams.” I so remember this.

weverard1

Ashley, I absolutely loved this! As a music lover, I could so relate to these feelings. Loved the structure of this, too — placing the echo on the next line read really cool…

Katrina Morrison

Erica, thank you for this cool prompt. I thought about it off and on all day.

You can lead a horse to water, but you cannot make it drink.
People are not to be confused with horses, of course,
But I think we can trust the wisdom of people who 
Rode horses as a primary means of transportation
And traveled from watering hole to watering hole for survival.
So, with that out of the way, let’s proceed.

You can lead a horse to water,
If there is an safe source of water in the first place,
If the horse is not too traumatized by former trips to the watering hole,
If the horse is given directions it can understand,
If the horse does not feel the weight of intolerable burdens,
If you speak truthfully, kindly, and with respect (maybe whisper),
If the horse trusts you,
Then, maybe then, the horse will drink.

Denise Krebs

Katrina, I so enjoyed reading these thoughts about the horse being led to water. Such a familiar saying, but here I see so much more to think about. I love the list of “If…” statements. I love the connections to children and learning too.

Ashley

Your words sucked me in, and I felt like it brought so much clarity. The parallels really shine

Dave Wooley

Katrina, the turn in this poem is so powerful! The repetition in the 2nd stanza really carries forth the conditional that must exist for there to be any real movement towards good. It’s a really powerful metaphor.

weverard1

Katrina,
This totally made me think of Maslow’s hierarchy of needs, lol. It contained so much truth about those “horses”! It also made me think of “arguing” with people who might not be inclined to agree with you. Rich poem!

Sarah Fleming

Thanks for this prompt! I haven’t written in a few days, and this one was hard for me – but I tried to play along!

My Calendar: a Break-up

It’s time we had a difficult discussion (shun)
No more can I withstand this great debate (hate)
Your hold on my free time has such great traction (faction)
Yet now I must reclaim these precious dates (mates)

No more to-do lists, dates, and errant must-bes (geez)
No times in circled colors, highlights bold (hold)
No frantic underlining phrases twice, please (freeze)
Instead let’s block out free time ‘fore we’re old (gold)

Let’s sprinkle forth the animated leisure (stir)
And seize the day, with one romantic line (mine)
Be gone, sweet dates! May you find purpose elsewhere (swear)
And leave me to be one with my true mind (find)

It’s only in true freedom that we find it (fit)
So no more tears, let’s save the date for new wit (lit)

brcrandall

Wow, Sarah (this flare, yeah), you rocked this form and its echos. “Discussion (shun)”, must-be’s (geez), wit (lit). I love it. Way to go (teach this and challenge your students to do the same!)

Sarah Fleming

Thanks Bryan! I had fun doing it!

Emily Cohn

Sarah, I love this idea! I particularly like “Let’s sprinkle forth the animated leisure (stir)
And seize the day, with one romantic line (mine)” You brought the spirit of the sonnet, and so many fun rhymes along the way. This is perfect if you have a break coming up, I feel this one for sure!

Denise Krebs

Sarah, so glad you are back! Thanks for sharing this gem. It is not an easy prompt, but you seem to have rocked it! I’m guessing the topic of the break-up was also not easy, but you have captured some great moments and details, like:

Instead let’s block out free time ‘fore we’re old (gold)

and

Be gone, sweet dates! May you find purpose elsewhere (swear)

weverard1

Sarah, I loved the rhythm of this line:

No frantic underlining phrases twice, please (freeze)”

LOL! Great poem! Beautiful meter, and I couldn’t agree more with the sentiment. I fell asleep on the couch last night at about 6 and slept straight through to morning, only waking to move to bed. My calendar is killing me.

Loved these lines:
“Instead let’s block out free time ‘fore we’re old (gold)” (loved the echo)

and

“Let’s sprinkle forth the animated leisure (stir)
And seize the day, with one romantic line (mine)”

Dave Wooley

Sarah, I love this! This is the perfect antidote (or maybe clapback) to our over scheduled lives. “I love “Be gone! Sweet dates”. I picture that coming from the stage in a Shakespearean aside!

Donnetta D Norris

A Conversation With Myself

I surely am tired. (Go to bed.)
I need to post this poem and finish writing plans. (Do it tomorrow.)
I wanted to have it done early. (But you don’t and it’s been a long day.)
Other people depend on my plans. (They’ll understand.)
That’s not fair. (Neither is life.)
We’re not talking about life. (Yours, we are.)
What is that supposed to mean? (You need your rest.)
I know, but…(No BUTS!)
Okay! Okay! I’ll set a timer for 20 minutes. (15)
Alright, 15 minutes. (Then you’ll stop and go to bed?)
Yes, no matter it’s done or not. (Mmhmm)
You don’t trust me? ((side eye))
What? What’s that look for? (You know.)
Yeah, I know. ((reassuring smile))

I struggled with the echo, but I’m a master at having a conversation with myself. (LOL) Thanks for the challenge my friend.

Scott M

Lol! I loved the “((side eye))” echo: it surprised me as I was reading and made me laugh. Thanks for staying up and writing and sharing this! Now continue to listen to yourself and get some rest!

Sarah Fleming

How much I LOVE this conversation with yourself! And it’s all about that sideye and Mmhmm… I never believe me, either. Thanks for this playfulness!

Emily Cohn

Donnetta, I’m in the same boat! That lack of motivation is too real, and I enjoyed seeing you talk yourself into the task itself.

Ashley

Donnetta,

Your poems often touch me, and I feel we would be great friends based on how you write. I loved the sass and honesty of your echo! Sometimes the inner dialogue is the most confronting in all of us.

weverard1

Donnetta,
I loved, loved your echoes! You gave her a personality all of her own. I feel like there is a theme with all of us late posters today, lol, of being overwhelmed right now…

Kimberly

I haven’t written anything since my first post, way back in the beginning of this month long challenge. And I’m jumping back in with a prompt that seems intimidating to this once aspiring writer. What I’ve been reflecting on lately is the question, “what does the future hold?” Here goes…

I looked to the future and asked, who will I be?
(me)
I look back and wonder over choices
(voices)
Do I regret? 20/20 vision is hindsight
(trite)
“Shoulda, coulda, woulda,” said mommy
(be)
Life should not be lived in rearview
(rue)
The goal/the aim drives the future, sure
(archer)
But where, o where, to find the fuel to achieve?
(believe)

Erica J

Kimberly,
You’re in good company because I think many were intimidated by the form and the challenge — but I loved reading your sonnet about looking back and believing in yourself. I can certainly relate to the messages in both your questions and the echoed response. Thanks for returning to write poetry with us!

Barb Edler

Kimberly, I’m so glad you had the opportunity to write today. Your poem is a perfect self-reflective poem. I sure wish I had 20/20 vision before making the wrong decisions, and I like how you remind us that we should not be lived in rearview. Love the positivity of your end!

Leilya Pitre

Kimberly, your poem and mine are somewhat connected. I also ask questions about the life and the future, and I also have an echoed “Believe” in it. My favorite line in your poem is “Life should not be lived in rearview (rue)”
Thank you for coming back and writing with us today.

Sarah Fleming

Wow, I really loved this, and did it ever resonate with me tonight! This mom spends too much time living in the rearview mirror, so thank you for this reminder! I especially love the choices-voices words.

Fran Haley

Whoa, Kimberly – you did take the plunge back in, from a lofty height, too! The prompt is a true challenge…yet your poem strikes deep and familiar chords. Life is full of transitions, a constant “figuring out” of situations and of ourselves. I love the opening line of looking to the future and the decision to be “me” – a decision to be true to self, and the last line is haunting – a lingering longing for “fuel to achieve.” I hope that this prompt and more will replenish some of that needed fuel for your future, as you continue to reflect.

weverard1

Kimberly,
Welcome back, and I loved your echo poem! So full of truth, and I loved your choice of echo words — keep writing! <3

Leilya Pitre

Thank you for the challenge, Erika! First I couldn’t come up with the direction of my conversation, and then I was trying to avoid everything being forced: questions, answers, rhyming. This one needs more revisions.
 
Questions in Life’s Dance
 
What is this life, this fleeting breath of air?
                                                                 Care…
What binds us, humans, close in this world?
                                                                  Accord…
In children’s eyes, what futures do we see?
                                                                  Let them be free…
Do lofty dreams break down or exist?
                                                                  If you persist…
 
 
What sacrifice to make to see this world survive?
                                                                  Stay alive…
Does hope crumble, buried in the dust?
                                                                  Hold steadfast…
Can peace still reign among the war’s turmoil?
                                                                  Recoil…
Will nations overcome the damage done?
                                                                 In a long run…
 
 
In love’s embrace, do wounds find sweet relief?
                                                                 Believe…
Can honor mend the tears of crushed trust?
                                                                 Not fast…
In life’s grand mission, what threads sustain?
                                                                 Again???
Love, honor, peace—do they hold secure?
                                                                 Sure!!!
 
 
The questions loom in life’s uncertain dance—
                                                                 Take a chance…
Let’s seek the answers and a clear stance.
                                                                 Advance…

Barb Edler

Leilya, I love everything about your poem. Your questions and responses are perfectly paired. I appreciate this thoughtful dive into “Questions in Life’s Dance”. I truly appreciate how your couplet at the end shows a positive approach to moving forward in life rather than allowing it to cause one to recoil or crumble. Powerful and provocative poem!

brcrandall

Leila, I love the dropped echo…dance, with “take a chance,” stance with “advance.” Love it.

Denise Krebs

Leilya, this is beautiful and hopeful. I love the title and so many word choice gems like “tears of crushed trust” and “can peace still reign” and “life’s uncertain dance” Just so much beauty, so much longing.

Glenda Funk

Leilya,
Im here for these questions and the hope inherent in each one. Your opening line is a calm and concise distillation of what life should, must be if we are to survive, let alone thrive. Each subsequent question and response forces us to consider both possibilities and alternatives. I enjoyed this thoughtful conversation.

Stacey Joy

April News (Blues)

By lunchtime, I’m tired (wired)
all morning energy is up (cup)
of coffee only lasts a few hours (powers)
Chargers plugged in sockets (pockets)
holding a Sharpie and some change (arrange)
students’ desks in straight rows for testing (nesting)
outside my door for spring time (rhyme)
and reason don’t make a perfect pair (share)
poems with my favorite writers group (soup)
is the easiest lunch to make (take)
two minutes to chat and ten minutes to eat (feet)
up on the table, aching (faking)
like I can make it to June (tune)
out the noise and (rejoice)!!

©Stacey L. Joy, April 17, 2024

Susan

Stacey,
It sure seems to me like you really nailed this echo sonnet . . . all of your echoes work so well. They truly make sense and the rhyme works.

Leilya Pitre

Stacey, you should have a workshop on this. Each line flows smoothly. You make it look so easy. Love each line, but the beginning three and the final free lines are my favorite.
You made it to testing, yay!

Barb Edler

Stacey, your poem shows you day well. I know that midday drain and how it can be a real push to get to the end. I enjoyed how you showed your actions throughout this poem, and especially your end where you are “out the noise”. Very relatable poem and fun, too! Here’s to summer vacations!

Sarah Fleming

“Poems with my favorite writers group (soup) / is the easiest lunch to make (take)” – I just loved that! What a little insight into your day, and one I’ll bet most of us can relate to. Thanks for this!

Katrina Morrison

Stacey, I love your poem with parentheses. And I can relate, since I too “(arrange) students’ desks in straight rows” and experience those aching feet.

Katrina Morrison

I can also hear the echoes!

brcrandall

Stacey, I’m rejoicing with you and hearing your June (tune). Great use of echo throughout and such a pleasure to read your heart this month.

Glenda Funk

Stacey,
I have not forgotten this testing season nonsense and all the demands on teachers. Lately sub life has felt a little like subterranean life, and I do t even have to go every day. 🙏 ing you’ll thrive until and through June Hang in there!

Kasey Dearman

I am no sonnet writer.
inciter
I am not charmed by the form or rhyme.
sublime
I am no John Keats.
elite
I am not swayed by precision or language economy. 
astronomy 
I am no poet meant for a literary canon shooting academic praise.
malaise
I am not dazzled by celebrity or fame.
lame
I am just a free writer. 
fighter
I am intrigued by zero form and less rhyme.
lifeline
I am Kasey Dearman.
deadpan
I do not enjoy counting syllables and lines.
whines
I am a poet meant for regular folks shooting smoke.
joke
I am bewitched by what is common and simple.
wimple

I think I am done.
fun
I think I am done.
won

Christine M Baldiga

This sonnet brought me joy and a huge smile. Great weaving in of great sonnet writers names!
BTW – I think you are a fabulous poet!

Glenda Funk

Kasey,
Boohoo! 😭 🤣 Sock it to that sonnet and all that math. 😩 Show it who’s the boss lady! I bet you can write more. Score! And I echo Christine’s comment. I’m smiling joyfully, especially because you raised your sonnet writing fist high in victory w/ those last two lines:
I think I am done.
fun
I think I am done.
won
Bravo! 👏

Leilya Pitre

Kasey, I like this:
I am just a free writer. 
fighter”
I like how you begin with the “I am not” statements and then continue with who you are. Distancing from the literary cannon, you establish yourself. Neat!

Sarah Fleming

Wow, look at this – how wonderful! What an exclamation of all that you are – “I am a poet meant for regular folks shooting smoke” – love it! As a new member to this group who’s terrified of writing poetry, I appreciate your sentiment here, thank you!

Scott M

This is great, Kasey! I really enjoyed it, especially the ending: “I think I am done. / fun / I think I am done. / won”! Thanks for this!

Christine M Baldiga

Erica, Thank you for stretching my poetry writing capabilities. I’ve always avoided writing a sonnet, but you made it fun with this modified version.
Your ending leaves me smiling!
Today I talk to the love of my life who left this earth way too soon!

Echo Back Love

Why did you go and die (Why?)
When we were just starting to live (give)
Only 53 – yes very young (DUNG!)
I wanted to do so much more (score)
No regrets, I said then (when?)
Yet when I see other pairs (glares)
I rage in jealousy and pain (rain)
I just wanted more years with you (two?)
More days would have been nice too (slew)
I took for granted so much (touch)
Like waking to your smile each morn (mourn)
And holding your hand in mine (shine)
I yearn to be together again (when?)
I await eternity in heaven with you (true)

Kasey Dearman

You did such an amazing job. I, too, found I didn’t like be stretched this way, but these poems are great, and I love the honesty and humor and vulnerability you brought to us! Thank you.

Glenda Funk

Christine,
In many ways your sonnet is an echo of Barb’s. Both are mournful and share deep love and loss. I think about death often because my father died young (35). I’ve had these end times premonitions lately. Your line “I took for granted so much” rings true. We all know dying is part of living, but I don’t think we’re usually fully aware of the inevitability until we reach that body deterioration stage of life. Sending comfort and peace to you.

Susan

Oh, Christine, this is simply gorgeous AND heartbreaking. Your echoes are the perfect words to supplement the emotion of each line. What you say is so raw and honest, and you seem to perfectly capture the grief and longing that goes with losing the love of your life. I hope the process of writing this was cathartic.

Leilya Pitre

Christine, your poem is so heartfelt. I can relate to the loss of your loved one very closely. It’s a loss we grieve for the rest of our lives.
These lines reflects my thoughts too:
“I took for granted so much (touch)
Like waking to your smile each morn (mourn).”
Thank you for sharing!

Cheri Mann

Morning was rough in this household as you can tell from this poem. 5:05 a.m. when I was called to exterminator duty. And I failed. I guess I could’ve written about almost pouring my coffee into the wrong side of the mug when it was upside down on the counter, or the nasty gunk of hair that I pulled from the shower drain. Yep, it was one of those mornings.

Wake me up with a frantic call 
(caterwaul)
Come kill this bug in here
(fear)
Stumble to the stairs
(blares)
HURRY NOW
(wow)
In the room the bug is high
(try)
Get me a broom to knock it down
(throwdown)
On the ground it disappears
(fears)
Oh my god where did it go
(no show)
Welcome to morning
(forewarning)
What a day it will be
(maybe)

Mo Daley

This is perfect, Cheri! We’ve all been there, I think. I was just reminiscing about my exploded cup of oatmeal in the microwave. I just love the humor in your poem.

Kasey Dearman

I love this poem and how you took such a familiar feeling and had so much fun with it. Your positivity shines!

Glenda Funk

Cheri,
This is hilarious and horrifying. When I lived in Arizona we battled cockroaches and black widows, which would scurry when the lights came on. I’m fascinated my what you don’t say in the poem, so assuming the one calling you is a child. Love this line:
Get me a broom to knock it down
(throwdown)”
I have an image of you in the ring battle Kafka’s insect!

Cheri Mann

Me battling Kafka’s insect is quite the sight. lol This was just a little stink bug. My daughter insisted it would have babies while she showered if I didn’t immediately knock it down.

Susan

Erica,
I was mega intimidated and had a hugely hectic and emotionally exhausting day, so I feared I was going to break my commitment and not post a poem today. BUT, I chilled for a bit on the couch, then came outside and let the beautiful weather melt away my angst. What I have created . . . I don’t know if it’s an echo so to speak, but it’s definitely me adding some snark to each line. (sorry to the fellas in the group for my momentary man-bashing. I’m sure you would be more strategic and organized 😉).

Just A’Swinging

My goodness the pendulum keeps swinging (to and fro)
Returning to things I thought were long past (been there, done that)
Every other week admin comes around bringing (oh no, here they come!)
Rules and strategies that before didn’t last. (surprise, surprise!)

It would be different if they would plan the integration (they’re men)
But instead they just always want to jump right in (they’re men)
They think “rigor” with “fidelity” will bring salvation (cue the church bells)
When our kids barely know their next of kin (it’s sad, really)

Maybe the ebb and flow of fads need to level (let that marble hang still)
And we need to resist each new fangled trend (if you ain’t first, you’re last)
Legislation often comes with a side order of the devil (money lining pockets)
And autonomy meets its slow yet speedy end (local control, we hardly knew ye)

Change and innovation . . .  can they be good? (yep . . . they help move us forward)
When they come from the do-ers, they surely could. (rather than from elected officials who want big payouts from testing and tech companies and who have never stepped foot in a classroom or a school for a second.)

~Susan Ahlbrand

Kasey Dearman

Poetry as catharsis! I love it. I feel it all so deeply. Thank you for sharing your very relatable and excellent poem!

Donnetta D Norris

Susan!! Wow!!! As one who often feels like she is barely hanging on as the pendulum swings, I say to you…YOU BETTA PREACH!!! No truer words have been written.

Erica J

Susan I’m sorry you are having to deal with all of that and by the looks of your poem you definitely needed to do some writing today to process it. If it helped you process or deal with your feelings then that’s all I can ask. I know it was a big challenge today in the middle of one of the busiest months — but making the poem your own was a good move. I did think it was fun that “integration” and “they’re men” was a kind of slant rhyme and I also loved the rhyme in your second line as well with long past/done that. May you find some calm in the storm soon!

Leilya Pitre

Susan, you have so many great lines here. These are my favorite:
Every other week admin comes around bringing (oh no, here they come!)
Rules and strategies that before didn’t last. (surprise, surprise!)”
I like your snarky tone; somd things can only be said either this way or using far harsh language.
I am just so frustrated that children are in the middle of the money making machine and “money lining pockets.”

Heidi

Today I needed to write about resistance.

Acceptance of Resistance

The unwanted information comes,
Stays stuck there in the recesses of my brain
I ruminate endlessly
like a tape on Rewind / Stop / Play
My heart races despite deep breaths
“Slow down!” I tell it
“There is nothing you can do in this moment”
It seems not to hear me
Suddenly I am aware my whole body is tense,
Every muscle stuck

I move to seeing the words on repeat
Begin to blur together into giant swirls of color,
Red-orange and white paint splotches
swirling like a giant lollipop
The thoughts quiet
slowly spinning in their orbit
The time is now
Accept, don’t resist

Sarah J. Donovan, PhD (s/her)

Heidi,

I so celebrate this space when poets claim it for their own purpose. “I needed to write about resistance.” Yes. This gives others permission to also let the poem serve you.

And the word resistance brings us so many ideas, so may ways of resisting that have various connotations. “Slow down” is resisting momentum, maybe unraveling. And “muscle stuck” may be resisting reasoning. And the “blur” seems automatic but our minds may know and be resisting. And all of this is a paradox in the accepting and resisting – -two sides that both have layers of meaning. “The thoughts quiet/slowly spinning” is such a way of coming to know that you’ve captured here.

Wow,
Sarah

Maureen Y Ingram

You have aptly and beautifully described an experience I have had so many times –

It seems not to hear me

Suddenly I am aware my whole body is tense,

Every muscle stuck

It is so very challenging to “accept, don’t resist”…now I am trying to use that tense feeling as a signal – “ah ha, time to accept.” (Not very successfully!) I hope freeing yourself to write a poem about this helped you immensely.

Christine M Baldiga

The time is now! I feel so much energy and feel the need to act. Your words are so encouraging!

Glenda Funk

Erika,
Imagine my surprise upon finding a link to my December 2019 prompt this morning. You brought back some fond memories both of teaching AP Lit and of the early years of this community, and I enjoyed revisiting poems of friends still here and thinking about those we haven’t seen in a while. Thank you. What I love most about your poem is the challenge to how we think about sonnets, a form I’ve grown to love in its contemporary imaginings.

To the Defendant in The People vs. Donald J. Trump [echo sonnet] 

Accountability has its sway? 
today
Election interference trial begins? 
sins 
Finding your ass in court?
thwart
Trying to stay awake? 
shake
Prefer polled public opinion? 
minion
Yelling innocent into the wind? 
thin-skinned
Ad hominem attacks on justice? 
gutless 
Think you’re treated unfair? 
There-There
Seeing a jury of your peers?
fears
Looking for an acquittal? 
riddle
Worried about a conviction?
prediction
They let you do anything? 
Sing Sing 
Is this the American way? 
okay
To make our country great? 
elate 

Glenda Funk
4-17-24

Canva images via Pixabay and a courtroom sketch.

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Sarah J. Donovan, PhD (s/her)

Glenda,

I love the two representations – text only and multimedia. The image triggers a visceral reaction to the subject, and I see the echo of the image working here — clever. Without the image, I am able to see and hear your a bit more to hear your commentary on a single line – there, there and prediction. Yes, I hear the tone. I am with you every line. This form works well on a lot of levels with your poetic ways.

Peace,
Sarah

Maureen Y Ingram

This is such playful yet powerful sonnet – thanks for showing me how it is done. I love this line so much, “Think you’re treated unfair? 
There-There” – I hear the voice of an adult to a toddler. Perhaps we are watching someone finally grow up. Elate!!

Kim Johnson

Glenda, I’m chuckling over here – I know this one was fun to write! I think this is my favorite line because I can hear the extreme concern for his unfair treatment:
Think you’re treated unfair? 
There-There

Cheri Mann

🤣🤣🤣
Oh, how I’m glad I returned to this page today to find out what people had written since I looked this morning–even if I’m not sure I can manage a poem of my own today. Thank you for the laughter. Such great rhymes in here.

Erica J

Glenda,
I immediately had to see if you had shown up for this and I’m glad you came! I’m glad I could “echo” your sonnet prompt in a way that was enjoyable. When I explored this prompt, poem, and form with my students I was also surprised by the ways in which they navigated it and I appreciate you for your original post that inspired me to do that! I’m glad this could be a reminder for you.

As for your poem now, I love how you had a conversation with a current event/topic because I think so many of us want to communicate with the happenings in court proceedings and the media and we don’t always have the means. I thought the series of questions was appropriate as well.

Christine M Baldiga

Thank you for this wonderful example of an echo sonnet. You are a master at this! And the topic… nailed it!

Barb Edler

Glenda, that courtroom sketch is disturbing, but your powerful questions and echo words show the situation well. Your word choice and language shows your keen insight into this trial. I especially liked the following words: gutless, unfair, acquittal, and conviction. Your late question “Is this the American way?” is provocative. One that calls for some serious reflection. Personally, if it is the American way, I think we are truly in deep trouble. I found “Think you’re treated unfair?/There-There” lines particularly humorous. Your poetry effectively reflects our nation’s current events. I honestly think you could be a person who writes poetry for the opinion page.

Leilya Pitre

Glenda, you punched “him” in the gut with each line–boom, boom, boom! The background image makes me feel more frustrated and unsettled, which means it works. You are a master of this echo form!

Denise Krebs

Hear, hear, Glenda! (send a
truth to the coot)

Seeing a jury of your peers?

fears

We’re seeing those fears daily!

Looking for an acquittal? 

riddle

Worried about a conviction?

prediction

I hope your prediction comes true!

Stacey L. Joy

Oh yes, there’s my Glenda, telling it like it is!!!

Clapping and shouting!! Yes, yes, yes!!

Mo Daley

Erika, I’d like to try this form again with another topic. Thank you!

A Night on the Town
By Mo Daley 4/17/24

You know those days when you haven’t slept well (hell)
And you wake up peevish, crabby, and moody (rudely)
And you drag yourself to the store and almost fell (oh well!)
Because your foot is broken and in a bootie (crudely)?

And you bought those tickets so long ago (show)
Since you love to go out and the city is near (dear)
And now your motivation is at about zero (go!)
And you wonder if you can even get your butt in gear (rear)

So you limp up the stairs and throw on some clothes (my toes!)
Because August Wilson never disappoints (my joints!)
And the thought of a night on the town grows (glows)
Our seats are in the best vantage points (turning points)

Let’s see if Joe Turner Has Come and Gone (hold on!)
As actors breathe life into Wilson’s words- come on (keep on)!

Maureen Y Ingram

Mo, this is marvelous! Your pairs of rhymes are just so fun – moody/rudely, clothes/my toes, grows/glows…I am all smiles as I read, imagining you having an absolutely fabulous night out…despite that darn broken foot.

brcrandall

I laughed and I related, Mo (Yo!). Disappoints (my joints)/ fell (oh well). I am with you on this every line of the way. Go, Go, Go!

Leilya Pitre

Mo, love your poem. Its narration with echos is so seamless. I smiled beginning with the first line. Hope you enjoyed the performance!

Barb Edler

Erika, thanks for hosting today and challenging us to write an echo sonnet. I promise I tried. My poem is about a mystery that I’d love to solve.

I feel the sun bathe my face (trace)
The wrinkles across my brow (frown)
Hiding old secrets in place (grace)
Trying to find you somehow (ciao)

Each shadow whispers your name (fame)
Bird flights try to guide my light (right)
My urges I try to tame (shame)
Searching through the dark each night (fight)

I wander endlessly (fruitlessly)
Breathing deep for a pure scent (rent)
My heart stutters recklessly (helplessly)
Please help me before I’m sent (relent)

Straight to hell’s fiery tar pit (flit)
I feel its flame burning tips (shit)

Barb Edler
17 April 2024

Glenda Funk

Barb,
The pain in your echo sonnet is visceral. This one cuts deep into the soul both in your questioning inherent in each line and the unanswered, unknowable responses. I sense a wandering spirit searching for rest, yet there are the nature images, the sun and birds that offer some peace, but these are always in the shadows. No, the speaker will not be “sent hell’s fiery pit.” The paradox, perhaps the reality, is feeling here on earth “its flame burning tips.” Powerful poem.

Maureen Ingram

This is a fascinating mystery; I am trying to solve it, too. How you made me chuckle with your last line – and final word. So playful! I think your rhyme pairs are phenomenal – I love endlessly & helplessly, especially.

Kim Johnson

Barb, we share a rhyming word in the last line today. These echo sonnets aren’t easy, but they’re fun – – and I hope you solve your mystery. That flame is getting close at the end there. I feel the burn.

Leilya Pitre

Barb, your efforts have paid off well. To me, it sounds like another “soul searching” kind of experience when we can pinpoint what we are seeking to discover and what we can do with this new discovery. It may feel painful and helpless, but hope it’s temporary. I like the echoed words; they strengthen the tension of relentless search. Thank you for sharing!

Denise Krebs

Barb, wow, this is heavy and painful. I hope this is a mystery that is solvable. These lines and their echoes are some of my favorites in your powerful echo sonnet.

My urges I try to tame (shame)

I wander endlessly (fruitlessly)

Jennifer Kowaczek

Books to Buy

My book buying pause has ended (NO!)
One full year, 366 days, not buying a book (hurrah)
How soon can I get to the bookshop? (Never?)
You can come with (pass)

I need a plan (Don’t)
So many books to rescue! (What!?)
Time to check my screenshots (Sigh)
Hundreds of books this past year (Great)

Did I ever start that spreadsheet? (Huh)
I’ll just go browse (When?)
Weekends are too busy (YES!)
I have a personal day! (Seriously!?)

I went today, used my gift card (Welcome)
I was surprisingly underwhelmed. (Smile)

©️Jennifer Kowaczek April 2024

Erica, this was a fun prompt and exciting twist on a common form thank you.

Last year I made a promise to my husband that I would go one full year (starting the day after my birthday) of not buying any books for my personal collection. I was easily spending a couple hundred dollars a month on books. April 11 was the magic day, my daughter was quick to remind me. While my husband is happy to let that pause continue, he did give me a gift card to B&N — I used that today to buy The Secret Lives of Booksellers and Librarians by Patterson. Walking into the book store, I’m not sure what I expected but I walked out spending very little. 😊

Angie

Haha! I guessed that right in your true false list! CloudLibrary and Libby have become my best friends over the years for borrowing pdfs. My husband will probably disown me if I buy books or even make him go into a bookstore again! 🤪

Anna J. Small ROSEBORO

Jennifer, you kept your promise AND developed discipline along the way. Sometimes, that’s all it takes is a plan based on a promise to someone who respects us. I imagine your husband is surprised as you that you held out so long.
Now, tell us, many free books did you pick up at conferences and workshops?
And … if you have made a plan to pass along books to those not as fortunate as you to have bought no books by choice?
Thanks for sharing.

Mo Daley

I love this, Jennifer. I haven’t taken quite the drastic step that you have, but I’m really trying to read books that are already in my house or that are available from the library. This may be controversial, but I’m also getting rid of books I don’t LOVE. Thanks for letting me know it’s possible!

Maureen Y Ingram

What an enormous promise to make; I don’t think I could have fulfilled it. “Time to check my screenshots (Sigh)” – this had to be a far cry from books themselves. So fascinating that you felt ‘underwhelmed.’ Keep us posted as to the days ahead – if this is an addiction, you may find yourself spending twice as much, now that you are ‘off the wagon’! (May it not be so.)

Jennifer Kowaczek

I definitely had a problem that would have been worthy of a 12 step program. Most of what I was buying was YA and middle grade. When I walked in the store today, I started with the book displays and found a couple marketed to the adult reader. By the time I made it to YA and Middle Grade I realized there wasn’t much there that I didn’t already have in my school library; another positive take on rebuilding a collection from nothing after the fire.

Glenda Funk

Jennifer,
I laughed when my husband assumed I’d not be buying books after retirement. He learned.. I can’t imaging promising to go a year w/out buying any. That would certainly qualify as the “or worse” part of the marriage vows. I see buying books as a civic responsibility, but definitely realize $200 a moth could make a husband 😬.

clayton moon

Bring me back up!

Run through the field of strawberry roses,
Pick the petals of pink posies.
Barefoot renegade, mud between toesies!
Weeping willows, brushes my skin cozy.
              Fall into cool clover,
                Watch the dandelions play red rover,
                    As honeysuckle rolls over,
                                Young sparrow chirps “moon trover.”
Splash in crispy creek,
       Hear the salamander speak,
               As tadpoles play hide and seek,
                  Smell the red clay reek.
Graze on blackberries as I skip to the oak’s shade,
Pop muscadines into Georgia lemonade,
Plums and blueberries on a sunshine buffet,
Lazy on the trunk, blue eyes begin to fade.
               Whispering willows and whippoorwills
               Clear the skies, as time stands still,
                 Stars spark through branches above the hill,
                   Spirit soil, above, as I kneel.
The peach of giving
Freedom of living,
Georgia driven,
Upbringing sieving!

  • Boxer
Mo Daley

Boxer, your poem screams spring and summer wanders in Georgia to me. I picture a little boy running through the woods living his best life so much so that I want to share this with my grandson. Lovely.

Maureen Y Ingram

This is a song, a wonderful, frolicking song, I think. Four rhymes in a row makes for such a marvelous flow. “Clear the skies, as time stands still,” Beautiful ode to Georgia living!

Susan

How beautiful this looks! And sounds!

Maureen Y Ingram

dear ocean

what be secrets that you hold tight (tight)
waves of grief at your listening shores (shores)
tides whisper away heartbreak and strife (strife)
anchoring peace in depths of one’s core (core)
tranquil seas belie burdens unspoken (unspoken)
moving through daze, practiced and hollow (hollow)
living within as driftwood broken (broken)
unable to open, unable to swallow (swallow)
azure ocean, dear soul so vast (vast)
giver of air, gentle glisten of hope (hope)
sift thoughts as sand, loosen their grasp (grasp)
offer a sea change, to swim beyond cope (cope)
wash me in winds, engulf me in gusts (gusts)
deep is my need, fervent my trust (trust)

Angie

I don’t think I can pick a favorite line, all of this is beautiful and the alliteration, repetition at times, imagery work so well as I read. I do really love the sound of this line though: “giver of air, gentle glisten of hope (hope)”

Maureen Y Ingram

I got so caught up in writing the sonnet (darn it!) I see that I totally fumbled the echo! (let go) Lol! I may write this again on for my own edification, to see what happens when I play with new rhyming words as my echo…

Barb Edler

Maureen, I am pulled into the waves of your poem. I feel an overwhelming sense of sadness and beauty in your poem. The desire to find peace and to be able to cope resonates. Loved “wash me in winds, engulf me in gusts”. Gorgeous poem!

Glenda Funk

Maureen,
I love that you’ve written a sonnet letter to the ocean and in doing so elevate all that’s good about these vast bodies of water and all we need from them. Your rhyme is so good. It had the effect of feeling like waves moving to and from the shore. “derp is my need, fervent my trust” is a lovely benediction.

Leilya Pitre

This is so beautiful, Maureen! Each line is so carefully worded and carries thoughtful, caring tone. So many amazing lines here, and I catch myself rereading this one over and over:
“wash me in winds, engulf me in gusts (gusts)
deep in my need, fervent in my trust (trust)”

Thank you for this gift of a poem today!

Denise Krebs

Oh, Maureen, I love your ocean sonnet. I thought the echoes that were echoing the last word was just the ocean waves coming back on shore. Wow, these images and word choice are spectacular: “tranquil seas belie burdens unspoken (unspoken)” and “deep is my need, fervent my trust (trust)”

Seana Hurd Wright

Love this prompt, remembering and reliving conversations with friends…

You’re too much for me (leave)
I didn’t want to be a wife/husband at 22 yrs old (baby)
I just wanted someone to mess around with (hips)
for about six to eight months (maybe)
you were too clingy for me (breathe)
Children were mentioned after 8 weeks (seeking)
then there was talk about houses and neighborhoods (money)
Later, I mentioned moving to Brazil for 3 months (getaway)
And you were trying to go with me (angry)
You were not invited (tenacious)
I didn’t want responsibility (devotion)
I just wanted a clean man/woman, (either)
a warm body and an arm piece (showcase)
I’m too shallow for a spouse (carefree)

By Seana Hurd Wright

Maureen Y Ingram

I feel like the proverbial fly on the wall, listening into the free-flowing conversation of dear friends, the rapid back-and-forth. I am caught by “you were too clingy for me (breathe)” – yes, it is a type of suffocation when one is being clung to.

Sarah J. Donovan, PhD (s/her)

Seana,

You really have a way with this form, Seana. Form and message complement and this call and response, this commentary in the parentheticals that speak so loudly and profoundly. Wow.

Sarah

Angie

I love all the detail in this like just wanting someone to mess around with “for six to eight months (maybe)” and “a clean man/woman, (either)”. And I love the tone of “you were not invited”. Yes, girl.

Stacey L. Joy

Seana,
Ohhhh yes, snaps, snaps, snaps!

Amber

Seana, much of this whole poem speaks straight to me. I can use so many of these lines that would be a perfect fit for me and my life.

One that sticks out the most is “Later, I mentioned moving to Brazil for 3 months (getaway) / And you were trying to go with me (angry)” The use of the echo here is understood and validated.

I really like the honesty and growth found in this poem, especially the final lines. It took me (what seems) much longer to finally just request the leave. I can’t do clingy.

brcrandall

Erica, thanks for offering the opportunity for echoing Glenda’s funk from yesteryear (singing We’ve got the fun). I’m drafting here, but I wanted to salute an ol’ friend and the cadence he brought to our childhood adolescence. The echo, I believe, adds to the beat and I enjoyed that (still chiseling, though). “Written/smitten” “Position/Listen” – yes, I do like the opportunity to echo (let go of my Eggo) this morning.

For Teddy (almost 40 Years Later)
b.r.crandall

It’s the cadence after all, the way the drumbeats tap (clap)
with memories of marching forward with chiseled sticks (flicks)
of Northstar days, this rhythm moving forward like finger-snaps (a trap)
sending the world over there (over there)…an age ol’ trick (the candlewick).
 
These clocks twirl now in double time, saluting accents and snares (glares)
featuring yesteryear’s percussion & cymbal-ism of a lifetime (sublime),
with the backbeat of football fields, our childhood domed with fanfare (cheer)
& the rhythm brought by this beat, brushes, & rhyme (ticktocktime).
 
He’s the kid that’s all the candy, just a Yankee Doodle Dandy (choreography)
of pit crews and floor dads, cafeteria cookies for the cause (just because)…
movement, pattern, texture, color, lines & variety (the unity)
brought forth by props of adolescence & aging – the seesaw (faux pas)
 
of how years and space get shaped by elements we live as art (with heart)…
this choice for magic & joy. Yes, another performance about to start (so smart).

Angie

Bryan, I can’t help but think that Kevin would love the musicality of your lines today, wherever he is. I particularly love your last two lines, the truth and the hope.

Maureen Y Ingram

I would love to know this friend, I think! I may be parent to him, lol – love the “moving forward like finger-snaps,” “kid that’s all the candy…”, “the seesaw (faux pas) – I get a real sense of his personality. True cadence!

Sarah J. Donovan, PhD (s/her)

Bryan,

I read this once without reading the title and then again after the title. The first time, I wondered who the “he” could be and the when of this sonnet. I heard history but also the present in the “another performance” or maybe in the remembering in this moment. The “our” — the pronouns overall– speak volumes of the intimacy here, in the rhythms of the relationship “cymbal-ism” and “aging” and “live as art.” Such a lovely poem.

Sarah

Erica J

The draft is gorgeous and I am absolutely in love with the way you play with words in this poem and the imagery of band and the football field was just great! Also I can’t believe you worked in the phrase “symbolism” as the pun “cymbal-ism”

Truly clever.

Katrina Morrison

Bryan, I love the festival of sounds in your poem. Also, I sense the passion that band kids everywhere share for the music and the marching and the camaraderie.

Denise Krebs

What a beautiful sonnet for Teddy. The echoes are sublime and add so much meaning to the poem. I love them all, but these stand out to me now: “the cause (just because)” and “seesaw (faux pas)” and “live as art (with heart)” Beautiful!

Denise Krebs

Ah, wasn’t that fun? Thank you Erica and Glenda. I appreciated the permission to “ focus instead on keeping it to a brief conversation of 14 lines” I love your conversation with the echo. I love the conversation in these sweet lines:

What more can I say about love, what can I add? (Add)

Frankly, the topic of love puts me in an awkward position! (Listen)

Finding Voice

What do you have to say? (Sway)
Do you mean side to side? (Hide)
Hiding what you mean? (Keen)
Really, you can be true. (Poo!)

Your voice is dear (Fear)
We want to hear you. (Who?)
You! All your angles (Strangle)
I don’t want you to hide (Tried)

Keep trying. You can do it. (Sit)
Yes, waiting here, I will. (Hill)
It’s beautiful on top (Flop)
We all make mistakes (Stakes?)

Yes, they can be high (Try)
Great! You’ll cope. (Hope)

Angie

I love the conversational tone of your echo sonnet, Denise, especially this part: “We want to hear you. (Who?) / You!” and the overall message of overcoming fears and getting out there. Awesome.

Maureen Y Ingram

Finding voice can be so challenging. I am struck by “Your voice is dear (Fear)” – confidence/no confidence…very clever poem.

Sarah J. Donovan, PhD (s/her)

Denise,

Such musicality and whimsy in these lines. I am also finding myself reading these parentheses as winks! I smiled throughout the poem and still smiling as I type this.

Peace,
Sarah

Barb Edler

Denise, your echoes are fascinating. I especially liked “It’s beautiful on top (Flop), and “Great! You’ll cope. (Hope). I can tell you had fun finding your voice today.

Glenda Funk

Denise,
Beginning w/ a question and following up w/ a declaration to speak up, find one’s voice has me reading this sonnet as argument. I think often about people, especially women, who won’t speak up. I know you do too. “Your voice is dear” and “We all want to hear you” are important ideas. We may soon not be able to speak out. I do t think enough people realize this.

Leilya Pitre

Denise, I sense you had fun crafting this poem. What I love about it is precision of each line. Love the emergence of the speaker’s voice in the second stanza! You nailed the conversation form.

Anna J. Small ROSEBORO

Erica, Your prompt encourages me to continue sharing echoes from my early years of teaching. I wrote earlier this month about a teacher who shielded me from students’ prying eyes when they made me cry. But he then urged me to get back in there and teach. Over the years, that gentle man’s valuable advice has kept coming out in my work and now in my poetry.

HOW? WOW!!!

The joy of teaching is reaching. (HOW?)
Reaching those who don’t yet know they really want to learn.(SPURN)
How’ my gonna be able to do that? (WHAT?)
Reach those who still have their backs turned.(BOW?)

Me bow to them? I’m the wise one! (REALLY)
Bow to what they already know, then invite them to show (FEELY)
That sounds too touchy, feely. What about academics? (UM)
There is no total; we’re exchanging what we know.(SOME)

Let the students share too. (OKAY)
Let them connect with you first, then daily with each one. (EVERY DAY)
Every day, incorporate a way to bring them in. (WIN)
Yes, that’s the way to reach and teach them. (WOW!)

Teaching is reaching, and now you know how,
Share with others what you know now.

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Angie

Wow, the truth and the fun in this line: “Bow to what they already know, then invite them to show (FEELY)” amazing how you have blended the two, teach!

Maureen Y Ingram

There is wisdom in your poetry! I like the challenge of “have their backs turned.(BOW?)” – followed by your question/retort, “Me bow to them?”

Sarah J. Donovan, PhD (s/her)

Anna,

The rhyme and rhythm creates such a sense of story time and truthtelling (pull up a chair) as we hear the words within the poem and then the reactions in the parentheses gradually building toward taking heart in the final two lines. No echo, just processing, listening. Love it.

Sarah

Erica J

I loved the ending couplet at the fact that the echo was gone by the end — it seemed to say to me that your voice was united or had won out over the past. I love that. I also loved your play on the word total and some (sum) in the third stanza. Thanks for sharing with us today your experiences and your voice — past and present!

Kimberly

I love this poem. It speaks to me as a teacher in training. It reminds me to always be humble. Thank you.

Rita Kenefic

Hi, Erica. Thanks for sharing another new form. I’m anxious to give it a try, but lack that time to do that right now. So, today I’ll have to share a verse I scribbled quickly…

Why is it so hard to be nice?
Must you act as cold as ice?
The sun shines behind the clouds.
No need to be mean or loud.
Don’t cut off your nose to spite your face,
inviting feelings of disgrace.
Only you can steer your ship.
Control your thoughts, still your lips.
Daily gems are your for the taking,
so relax and stop your belly-aching.

Denise Krebs

Rita, this is so cute. I like the last two lines, and sometimes want to say something similar to cranky people. (I think it might be fun for you to add an echo voice to the advice in the poem–maybe a voice of argument.)

Maureen Y Ingram

Just had this sensation with someone, “Control your thoughts, still your lips.” I enjoyed this!

Sarah J. Donovan, PhD (s/her)

Hi, Rita.

I also scribbled quickly this morning and didn’t get to the echo. I think there is still a nice echo in the rhyming scheme, which offers such musicality in the sonnet form. Just enough to add whimsy but not undercut the important contemplation of kindness and ways to be nice “still your lips” and “relax”!

Peace,
Sarah

Anna J. Small ROSEBORO

Rita, did you know my grandmother in another! Or did you take one of her “classes” in parenting. Gosh, darn, almighty! Your poem could have been quoted from her advice and commands to me. Thankfully, she did it with love (and a strap), and I finally learned the value of obedience and the benefits that come from listening.

Thanks for the “fond” memory that brings tears … this time, not from a whipping. 🙂

Really, Rita. Thanks for sharing the truth that others have been raised to be kind and not mind.

Rita Kenefic

Anna, Your response touched my heart. I have 11 grandchildren and try to be a source of fun, but also wisdom. I think kids often listen to others more than their parents, at times. I’m so glad this evoked memories of your grandmother. Sound like she was trying to do her best with what she knew. Bless you!

Kim Johnson

Rita, I love that poetry finds us where we are, and we are able to write in our own styles and to our own prompts. Having the option to choose is one that I always enjoy, especially where I am with time some mornings. Bravo!

Erica J

Thank you Rita. I thought your verse here was delightful and something I want to print out and show some of my students who have been acting a bit mean themselves lately.

Rita Kenefic

All kids need gentle reminders. Some times few words are better than many. Thanks for your kind words.

Kimberly

Erica,

I feel like this is a poem I would like displayed for all children in the classroom to see! Such wisdom is present in these rhyming lines.

Rita Kenefic

I appreciate your affirmation, Kimberly.

Stacey Joy

Hi Erica,
Thank you for this prompt and the link back to Glenda‘s mentor poem. I had to take a look to see if I actually completed that day’s prompt because it sure seemed like it would’ve been a hard one for me😂but I did it. I’m going to challenge myself today and try to carve out some time to write.

Your students are fortunate to have you as their teacher. You are an expert at the sonnet echo.

Erica J

Thanks Stacey! Trust me when I saw this one took me some time to write as well — so you’re only seeing the final form and not the various scratches and deleted documents and all that revision that happens. I do hope you give it a try and give yourself permission to have fun with it — remember sonnets have been around a long time so there’s no harm in breaking a few (rules) along the way. ;D

WOWilkinson

This was a hard one for me. I’ll have to keep working on it, but here’s where I’m at for now:

Is there something you love (enough?)
to forget your phone, stay offline? (it’s fine)
Something you can’t get enough of, (it’s tough)
that is real and true and fine (hard to find).

I certainly hope it’s true, (for you
but so many settle for less (than their best)
because it’s so much easier to do (and be blue)
than to choose with your whole chest (and be blessed).

Seek a site to belong, your place (chase)
a spot, a purpose, a calling (falling)
where you will be known, filled with grace. (space)
 Go, search now, quit stalling (crawling​)

Find your people, don’t settle for echoes, (protect those)
Who fill your soul and are true fellows (momentos)

Denise Krebs

This is not an easy form, is it? The sonnet intimidates me enough, but then adding another element. You seem to have a great draft going. I especially like the third stanza and the echo responses.

Kim Johnson

What I love about your note is that while you say it was a hard one for you, you also say you’re going to keep working on it and post where you are for now. The beauty of this group is that we keep working, keep refining, and keep poeming together. I like your rhymes (chest/blessed is a great pair!)

Mo Daley

I had a hard time today, too. But right now I’m in the car on my way out for a night on the town. I’m going to put my phone away soon, I promise! Thanks for the reminder.

Katrina Morrison

I love your advice, “Find your people, don’t settle for echoes, (protect those)/Who fill your soul and are true fellows (momentos).

weverard1

Erica, this is TOO fun! Can’t wait to tackle it later today, but I wanted to write to tell you how much I love your playful echo sonnet — so rich in tone! Loved the empty parentheses at one point — clever. This was a terrific poem!

Erica J

Thank you! I can’t tell you how proud I was when I realized I could make an intentional choice to break a “rule” and leave one of the parenthesis blank.

Scott M

Love readin’ them but (ugh) hate writin’ them (pen)
For Shaky Shake’s shadow is long some days. (ways)
How can we hope to compare to his verse? (curse)
Its rise and fall each line a tidal wave. (stave)

In fact, shall I showcase some lines of his? (‘tis)
“Grim-visaged War hath smoothed his wrinkled front” (blunt)
“Admit impediments; love is not love” (bruh)
“When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang” (dang)

You get the idea; he’s pretty much (touch)
The best, save for a few exceptions, like (psych)
Poems from Edna St. Vincent Millay. (hey!)
Hers are, for my money, up there with his (rizz)

And now, see?! I forgot to have end rhyme, (time)
So it’s back to the drawing board for this! (bliss)

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Thanks, Erica, for your mentor poem – I agree with you, of course, “love has always been complicated for all” – and for giving me another chance to wrestle with the sonnet form!  So many (and, perhaps, too many, lol) rules to contend with today although I am glad that I worked in Edna St. Vincent Millay (I guess I can rhyme, but just not when I need to).  I just love her poems, so I’m glad she visited my offering today!  

weverard1

Scott, this was amazing! That second stanza made me giggle, which I had to suppress (mess) ‘cuz my AP kids are writing a timed essay (slay). This was just great!

Denise Krebs

Wow, look at you making this look easy! I love the last couplet–so fun. And of course, the Shakespeare lines in the middle stanza. When I saw the prompt, I first kind of hope it was going to be a cento type poem and we’d get to collect all the lines and add a one word echo. (Wishful thinking I was making up, I guess!)

Erica J

I think what I love about the “modern” sonnets is how many of them play with and even break the form (looking at you Keats — in your own modern 1800s way) so you feel free to “[forget] rhymes” all you like.

I loved the homage to Shakespeare though. I’ll admit I was a little nervous even suggesting a sonnet format because I knew it would be intimidating — but you know sometimes it’s fun to rise and struggle with these challenges so we can feel as our students do!

Also you pulled some of my absolute favorite lines — including Sonnet 166 which is my favorite of his sonnets. So hats off to you!

Fran Haley

Scott – whoa! Shaky-Shake’s shadow IS long, yet how brilliantly you shine ’round it! Your carefully-selected lines speak to the immortality of poetry throughout the ages, punctuated as they are by contemporary vernacular. I cheer upon discovering a line from my favorite sonnet (73, which pretty much contains my life philosophy in its final line) and am slo reminded that a thing of beauty is a joy forever, as is a well-written echo sonnet with indelible style, such as this.

Stefani B

Erica, thank you for reconnecting us to Glenda’s prompt and for hosting today. Your repetition in some of the echoes is effective. I love the potential and hope of “keep writing…until we find love”!

I just said that | take your senses off your screen
Read my text from last week | you responded with a 👍🏻
They told us that at the meeting | weren’t you listening?
The email explained it all | did you even open it?
Did you see what they posted | no, I’m not social
The color-coded calendar says it | where would I find that?
Wait, when did you say that? | I missed that
You’ve told me that twice now | focus, is this clinical?

Denise Krebs

Stefani, wow. Miscommunications are so constant and exhausting. We see too different people / temperaments. It seems your echo is an old person! Clever poem!

Barb Edler

I really appreciate this conversation, Stefani. The questions are so relatable as well as the responses. I am often very frustrated by people’s inability to respond to an email. I especially enjoyed: Did you see what they posted | no, I’m not social. Fun poem!

Kim Johnson

Stefani, I said at least two of those today – – the email my colleague and I found unopened and a head shot I needed for a presentation (where would I find that?). I do love this – – I speak this language, more and more fluently the older I get. You capture it in its purest sense.

Kimberly

This brings back memories of working in offices, and also recent memories trying (and sometimes failing) to communicate with people now. It perfectly encapsulates all the frustrations.

Scott M

“focus, is this clinical?” had me laughing out loud, Stefani!

Stacey L. Joy

Stefani!!!!! Have you met my coworker? OMG. I feel all of this to my core! My principal has gotten so fed up with the folks who don’t open emails or read anything shared that she’s started adding a preface to every email, “Please read this email thoroughly.” How sad that it even needs to be said.

This is what I send to my coworker when she asks about everything that’s already been shared!

They told us that at the meeting | weren’t you listening?

The email explained it all | did you even open it?

Sharon Roy

Erica
And Glenda

Thanks for today’s challenge. Hoping the writing helps me move past something I’m struggling to let go of.

Thanks everyone for the space to write.

Seeking Solace               
                            For Not Being Flawless

Why am I having so much trouble
                                     Reliving it double
Letting go of this mistake
                                      Feeling fake?
What was at stake?
                                      Can I get a retake?
Losing sleep
                                      Feels like not a peep
Only making today’s full day harder
                                       Don’t be a martyr
Why dwell and dwell?
                                        Haven’t you heard of oh well?
I feel like I didn’t do my best
                                         Which makes it hard to rest
Why not be kind?
                                          It’s all in my mind
Treat myself as I would a friend
                                           Help them to mend
I know that’s what I need to do
                                            But still my brain cries Yoo-hoo
Why didn’t I say what I knew to say
                                             Like lines skipped over in a play
And now I’m running out of sonnet
                                             And this is still a bee in my bonnet
Still struggling to hit the reset
                                              Wallowing, beset
Time to move into a new day
                                               Let my gentler self come out to play
     

Stefani B

Sharon, I appreciate your line “for not being flawless” as I think we can all connect to this feeling and testament. Good luck working your way through and hopefully the writing helped a bit.

Rita Kenefic

What an amazing job you did with this form and more importantly, the topic of ruminating on our mistakes. You capture how we can beat ourselves up, losing sleep and crying when we fail err. I truly hope you can get rid of this “bee in your bonnet” and “let your gentler self come out to play”. Give yourself a break and make it a good day, Sharon!

Denise Krebs

Sharon, good for you! I’m glad you wrote, and I hope writing this did help you get the bee out of your bonnet. That couplet was inspired by the way: “And now I’m running out of sonnet / And this is still a bee in my bonnet” Here’s to your full day, not as a martyr, but as your gentle playful self.

Sarah J. Donovan, PhD (s/her)

My mighty Frost, you inspire me to writhe.
I cringe in the way you crush and smother,
Invading last spring’s bloom day into night,
Performing ice chandelier dances for others.

Let me introduce you to clay we can’t till.
You are more guileful, native and wily than
OK plants as winter rains crystalize summer dollars,
And this springtime reveals bitten buds.

What shall we do? Let me count the ways.
Admit your almighty charm, wit and style.
Order plastic 3-foot cedars to fill graves.
Surrender to your winter visits though vile.

Now I must away with a mature heart,
Remember my succumbing this spring apart.

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I didn’t get to the echo part, but will circle back later.I also used AI to help me with the format of sonnet; the poem was terrible but it helped with the blank page this morning!

Stefani B

Sarah, ha, I appreciate your acknowledgment of using AI. The AI Bard is no longer but he still has his influence in a space he never imagined;) I’m loving this line: “Order plastic 3-foot cedars to fill graves”!

Kim Johnson

I like the Shakespearean tones and language here, and I also like that you didn’t get to the echo part – – it is refreshing to know that we can bring our poetry as it is and let it steep in thought for a while.

Erica J

That’s okay Sarah! Many of my students tried out sonnet generators when they were tasked with this writing and we laughed at some of the results that happened from that — but I know there’s a great poem waiting in the wings (or echoes) to come. And sometimes just playing with the words is enough. Thanks for showing up today!

Sarah J. Donovan, PhD (s/her)

Thanks. I found it to help me start, and then I recorded almost everything.

Denise Krebs

Sarah, here’s to a better later spring and delightful summer! I first thought we were talking about Robert, but I don’t think he’s as writhe- and cringe-worthy as the cold of winter. I love the “Let me count the ways” line and especially the plastic “cedars to fill graves.” Wow–it shows the devastation. AI made me smile. I want to try this prompt with a topic and see what comes up!

Angie

Erica, thank you for introducing me to an echo sonnet. I went back to Glenda’s post and read through a few (woo!). It was cool seeing many of yall write back then! Anddd I’ll be thinking in my head in an echo way (all day!) lol. I like your absence of an echo in one line and your idea of writing to it. I looked back at a poem I wrote while in Kuwait and added an echo. Not really a sonnet though (oh…well).

Indecision

Do I want an orange filled with juicy vitamin C that my body needs? Please
Or do I want a snickers bar which is better for my tastebuds? Loves

Do I want to buy this air fryer that is pretty much just an oven I already have? Laugh 
Or do I not want to waste 30KD? Frugality 

Do I want to keep reading this book because someone told me it’s good? I could…
Or do I stop wasting my life and open one I can’t put down? Touchdown!

Do I battle with this kid who is acting up today even though he never does? Tough 
Or do I give him some grace? Mistakes

Do I share this poem with my kids because it’s one of my favorites and the message is damn good even though it mentions the word “gay” and that’s not allowed in this place? Disgrace
Or do I follow their “rules” while breaking my own? Unknown.

Linda Mitchell

hahahaha! Snickers for the win as well as the book you can’t put down. And, that volta is spectacular. Great questions. I wish the answers were clear.

Kim Johnson

Angie, this is my favorite part:
Do I want to keep reading this book because someone told me it’s good? I could…
Or do I stop wasting my life and open one I can’t put down? Touchdown!

Such truth, such relatability here with the book tastes, I opt for putting them down because life is too short to read mediocre books.

Fran Haley

Angie, I loved this lively indecisive inner conversation with self …those echo words capture the essence of the questions so perfectly. You had me at Snickers and then I was saying yeah drop that book for the other that you can’t put down and then misty at the kid who needs grace…whew, you captured it all so well

Denise Krebs

Angie,

Great examples of indecision.
I love the stanza about the books and this touchdown! Yes:

Or do I stop wasting my life and open one I can’t put down? Touchdown!

Perfect use of the word “gay” in your poem! You make quite a statement with those last two lines.

Fran Haley

What an intriguing challenge, Erica! I find myself nodding and chuckling at the truths in your echo-sonnet – I especially love that line asking what an echo can know, and the response. That’s fabulous! Thank you for resharing the examples; they were so helpful as I grappled with how to approach the crafting.

Echoes of Nature’s Endless Wonders

Scientists will tell you: Trees can sing
Ring
In the beginning, they did not leaf
Belief
They never die of old age
Rage
But gently, with the dying of the light
Plight

Hummingbirds are made of air
Debonair
Their tongues wrap ‘round their skulls, behind their eyes
Surprise
They migrate for hundreds of miles, alone
Flown
They be small, but they be fierce
Pierce

Buzzards hold up wings to disinfect  (not bein’ mean)
Clean
For life they stay true to one mate
Rate
Lacking the mechanism, they have no voice
No choice
When mates die, they grieve without a sound
Profound

Listen to its wondrous echoes, far more than these
Please
For Nature’s fate is our own; it’s written in the wind
End

Angie

Fran, I love the way you start this with “Scientists will tell you: Trees can sing / Ring” In the beginning, they did not leaf /
Belief” – sounds like the beginning of a book. And I liked your nod to Thomas. Nice!

Linda Mitchell

oooh, la la…what a great way to work in those Dylan Thomas lines in your first stanza. And, “small but fierce” is nice too. Beautiful rhymes in this.

Kim Johnson

Fran, I see the ribbons of past topics woven throughout your echo sonnet today, centered in nature. I like that last line and its echo – – it is the message of the great spirits. I thought of you when I saw my first hummingbird of the season April 15. They’re back, and I can’t wait to see my favorite little one from last year.

Erica J

Fran, I felt blessed to have not only my own example to share but also those from Glenda’s go at it in 2019. I wish I had a way to share some of my student poems as well, but there wasn’t a quick and easy way to do that at the time since when I wrote this challenge they were just getting started on them.

I love the power behind your echo — at first I wasn’t sure how all three (the trees, the hummingbird, and the buzzard) were going to come together, but I love how you united the topic in the end. Those are some great facts about nature and I especially loved the ending line as a reminder and an echo of nature’s message to us.

Kim Johnson

Erica, I remember the echo sonnet from awhile back, yes! Thank you for bringing it back to us today as a prompt. I hear you loud and clear on the complications of love. Thanks for hosting us today and investing in us as writers.

##!@ ##@* Vertigo Meadows
Green grasses sway and bend and spin (like wind!)
look less like blades, way more like monster fur (sure!)
I’m praying for this vertigo to end (when???)
It’s hard to think when all the world’s a blur (duhrrr!)

Who’s Epley? I get sick from his Maneuver (a mover!)
Oh, wait! I jerk my head ~ear crystals shatter (scatter!)
This could be true – a vertigo improver (a soother!)
Keep a barf bag close so things don’t splatter (it matters!)

Even chirping birds sing sideways songs (gongs)
and baby bunnies loop like Ferris wheels (banana peels)
I need this meadow back how it belongs (it’s all wrong)
my countryside set back on even keels (not these feels)

Royal Fortress Meadows sing their woe (echo)
This dizzy/jacked-up/whirling Vertigo ($h1& $h*w)

Jennifer Guyor-Jowett

Kim, I’ve had vertigo often enough (once is too much) to commiserate here. I’m not sure how you pulled together such a spot-on poem while suffering the spins but you have indeed done just that. That second stanza is a winner for its truth, resistance, and realization. But I just love your last line!

Angie

Oh Kim, I hope the vertigo goes away sooner than later but you sure are humorous in this echo, though 😀

this is gold: “It’s hard to think when all the world’s a blur (duhrrr!)”

feel better!

Linda Mitchell

Oooooof. I hope that if this is true you can recover quickly. I’m betting that the speaker is under a bit of stress. Your funny rhymes definitely break the seriousness of the condition. Yes, spatter matters! lol

Stefani B

Kim, I hope this is from memory and not today, but if so, I wish you a quick re-centering. Your use of the varied text/numbers is powerful as both representing the feeling of vertigo and also the power of foul language. Thank you for sharing.

Rita Kenefic

Kim, even though you are still enduring Vertigo’s visit, you have managed to craft an awesome sonnet, with strong description and a touch of humor. Hope it subsides soon.

Amber

Wow, Kim! It’s an unfortunate position that presents a topic to written about, but such a great poem to read. I of course like the very last line and the rhyming echo. But, this line stands out to me. It’s compelling and captivating of that feeling…it seems to truly ring of a vertigo meadow: “Even chirping birds sing sideways songs (gongs)”.

Barb Edler

Kim, oh, gosh, I feel for you. I love how you show your sense of humor throughout your poem even when you’re suffering. The ear crystals shatter and the barf bag illustrate this illness well. Your last echo is especially relatable! Hope you’re back to your steady self soon!

Fran Haley

Oh, Kim – this is a fantastic sonnet with incredible echoing rhyme – I’m just sorry for the topic!

Susan

When I get vertigo, I can barely function. For you to pull together this fabulous sonnet AND respond to people is super impressive. I chuckled at the mention of Epley!
Praying you get relief!

Stacey L. Joy

Oh no! I’ve never experienced vertigo and I think my fear of vomiting would probably put me right in the hospital at the onset of vertigo. I am so sorry, Kim. This sounds dreadful but I love this visual:

Green grasses sway and bend and spin (like wind!)

look less like blades, way more like monster fur (sure!)

I hope it passes soon and you’re able to enjoy the meadow the way it should be! 🌺

Jennifer Guyor-Jowett

Erica (and Glenda), this was quite a challenge this morning and a good way to wake up my brain. Spring is the perfect time to ponder love. My favorite line – how does one show love to another? – it being about Shakespeare and all. And love the title!

April Storms Bring New Norms

This time of year? (fear)
Too much to do? (true)
Will it ever end? (tend)
Are you still treading water? (not her)
Add on another task? (don’t ask)
You really wanna try? (oh, my)
Checking off my check list? (twist)
Did you forget another thing? (ding ding)
What day is it again? (add ten)
Think you’re under water now? (how)
Can you check and see? (flee)
Is it possible to have you? (do)
Another thing to file? (rile)
I’m drowning beneath this list (pissed)

Kim Johnson

Jennifer, two major projects, now a third as of yesterday, and I’m sitting here cheering yes, yes I understand. I, too, am drowning beneath my list – – and you capture all of these feelings in questions – – which is where I am, questioning HOW and WHEN….oh, you got this worded to perfection for an educator’s life in April.

Angie

Jennifer, I think we all can relate to these feelings. I love the sound of this: “Did you forget another thing? (ding ding)”.

Linda Mitchell

You really captured that last quarter of the year feeling…it’s so. much. to do! ding ding made me giggle.

Rita Kenefic

This poem brought me back to my teaching days when I was faced with endless “to do’s” on my list. I love your internal conversation, especially “Think you’re under water now?” and the very honest and funny ending. Great job!

Joanne Emery

I love this, Jennifer. This is my life right now! THANK YOU!

Angie

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Jennifer Guyor Jowett

I soooo want to show up at school like this tomorrow!

Glenda Funk

Jennifer,
This is April in the life of teachers:
“Checking off my check list? (twist)”
You nailed the reality and the reaction in the final two lines. Perfect echo sonnet and a stellar way to process this month.

Fran Haley

Jennifer, what an apt title, it couldn’t be better, and the echoes perfectly capture the Now we are trying to live through-! The last one set me laughing maniacally…been that kinda day…

Erica J

It does seem appropriate to bring in Shakespeare to poetry month and April — besides his birthday IS in a few days if I remember correctly.

Your poem left me remembering that many teachers I have spoken to feel this month is too much and I think by making your last line about drowning under the list so appropriate because now all those lines above make it feel like the poem itself is a list weighing on top of it all.

I smiled at the poem, but ultimately it is just relatable as heck right now!

Stacey L. Joy

Hi Jennifer,
I believe you and I were feeling similar April fatigue! I love the pace and flow. I felt like I needed to read it fast because that’s how your days pass.

Checking off my check list? (twist)

Did you forget another thing? (ding ding)

What day is it again? (add ten)

I LOVE IT!!

Linda Mitchell

Erica, this was so much fun. I’m literally mentally healthier when I begin my day with the mindful exercise of finding the right word or words to fit into a poem…and I love a constraint. The challenge of solving the puzzle is such a joy to me. Thank you!

Your echoes are fun to read–some made me giggle (smother, smitten, bawl). This must be awfully fun and enlightening to your students. Oh, to be able to see their faces of success after writing an echo sonnet. For me, that’s the jackpot of teaching.

OK, enough blather…my sonnet

How will I get to Salem? (Again)
three days travel and a fourth (north)
The end of June is coming soon (balloon)
Plans must be made and discussed (bussed)
For time with friends of decades now (scow)
who will bring the music and the wine? (airline)
who will bring laughter and a story? (lorry)
In the end, it doesn’t matter (fish ladder)
As long as we’re all together (sea feather)
And reconnect as friends again (wave train)
We will walk and talk and shop and spree (water ski)
stay up late until we pull out our planners (campers) 
pinning another year into memory (therapy)

Jennifer Guyor-Jowett

Linda, I happily went along with you on this ride to Salem (can I tag along?). It sounds like the perfect girlfriendaway. That you’ve been doing this for decades now is that much more amazing. I love that last line – especially your parenthetical (therapy).

Linda Mitchell

sure! come on

Kim Johnson

Linda, this will be so much fun! Music, wine, laughter, friends, travel walking and talking and shopping….and in Salem! The memories to be made await and I love your rhyme scheme in your poem. Fish ladder!! That one brought a chuckle.

Fran Haley

Linda, do I detect kenning in the midst of your marvelous echo-sonnet? It’s a joy to read. This group of friends of “decades” sounds like so much fun – I am most drawn by the line ” as long as we’re all together (sea feather).” Just so lovely. Oh, and “pinning another year into memory (therapy)” – that made me laugh aloud. With understanding!

Erica J

Thank you Linda for being the first to take the plunge into this poetic form today. I was a little nervous offering a sonnet because I know they can be intimidating, but like my students did when they tackled this challenge you rose to the occasion and made it your own. I love how each of your parenthesis are capturing a story and only lead me to wonder what is being left out! I hope your plans rise like the balloon you mention.

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