Our Host

Barbara Edler is considered a retired English Language Arts, Speech & Drama, College Composition and TAG instructor.  However, she keeps going back to work. During this past summer, she taught English Composition at Southeastern Community College in Keokuk. When she’s not dabbling in a side job, she enjoys spending time with her family, playing cards, and, of course, writing. You can find some of her poetry published in editions of Lyrical Iowa and Grant Wood Country Chronicle, and the books Teacher-Poets Writing to Bridge the Distance: An Oral History of COVID-19 in Poems, The Cities of the Plains: Contemporary Iowa Artists and Poets, 90 Ways of Community and Words that Mend. She sometimes shares a thought or two at her blog Sitting Behind the Eight Ball – Writing to Heal.

Inspiration

I am always inspired by art and literature. When I think about my favorite times in the classroom, it generally centers on two things. The first is having rich conversations with my students about stories, articles or poems we have read. The second is when I have written and shared individual pieces alongside my students. Delving into a writer’s style, voice, and ideas is a central part of my classroom, and I think writing about what we read is a wonderful way to discover interesting connections and an even deeper understanding of the text. Today I invite you to write a poem about one of your favorite short stories, plays, poems, art, novels, or movies. Everything is a text, right? 

Process 

  • Brainstorm a list of your favorite novels, plays, poems, stories, etc. Consider selecting one that you will have your students read.  
  • Consider your topic. Do you want to focus on a theme, setting, style, character, conflict, or motif? 
  • Is there a form or concept you want your students to learn? If so, write towards that goal so you can model it with your students. 
  • Select one of your favorite poetic formats. You can find 168 different poetry forms at the following Writer’s Digest link: List of 168 Poetic Forms for Poets | Types of Poems and Poetry. If you have time, you might want to explore the list for a new form you want to dabble with. One form I have been recently experimenting with is the “fib” poem which follows a mathematical sequence in which each line is determined by the sum of the previous two lines. Check out this article from the Poetry Foundation 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, Fun… | The Poetry Foundation for a more thorough explanation.

Barb’s Poems

Both of these poems are extended “fib” poems that focus on Ruth’s character from Lorraine Hansberry’s A Raisin in the Sun.

Ruth
weeps
undone
there’s no room
for one more, she thinks,
visits a doc who can make it
vanish like clouds on sunny days—
Mama says no way
we Youngers
love
babes

A
new
home is
what they need
rooms to breathe and bloom
like Mama’s plant, but whites don’t want
their kind in their hood
stealing Ruth’s
hopes
dreams

Your Turn

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

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Amber

Hello! Barb! What a fun prompt. I decided to go with my favorite part of the day and what I like to do with it when I’m not in a rush.

My Favorite Part of the Day
By Amber Harrison

blink.
squint.
ousted–
with first light.

liquid energy.

knit, knit, purl; knit, knit, purl. repeat.

Dave Wooley

Barb,

This is super fun! I love this FIB form and the call to connect to literature. I dug a little deep and reached back to a favorite book, I Tituba, Black Witch of Salem by Maryse Conde. Your poems are phenomenal exemplars!

I, Tituba: Black Witch of Salem

She’s
no
footnote.
Tituba–
Main character flex,
Hawthorne, Miller, and John Proctor–
they can all kick rocks.
She’s the Witch.
Badass.
Burn
this.

Dave,

I haven’t read this book, but my to-read list is growing with your poetic enticement and others. Gosh, those first few lines have me thinking about whether I’d like to be a footnote. and also how glad I am to know so many badass women who will say “burn/this” in the very best ways. Cheers.

Barb Edler

Dave, wow, your poem is phenomenal. I love the tone, and Tituba is certainly a fascinating person to study. I truly adore the end of your poem. Badass and burn this are just the write descriptors and actions. Thanks so much for sharing and sorry for the late reply.

Amber

This is such a great flow for the character. I might need to try to do one of a favorite character, but avoided it because I felt like it was too difficult. You inspire me!

Barb Edler

Dear Poet Friends, I sure enjoyed reading your poems today. I’ll come back tomorrow in case I missed any late-night entries. There is something super special about being the host and getting to immerse oneself with poetry that is uplifting, funny, and powerful. I know I have a growing “must-read” list after today. Until next month, I wish you peace, kindness, and a supportive group of friends who will lift you up through the hard times. Goodnight! Barb

Sharon Roy

Barb, thanks for this great prompt. I’ve never heard of a Fibonacci poem. Had fun trying it out and am sure I’ll now return to it often as it’s so helpful to have a form to focus and curtail my wordiness.

Your retelling of A Raisin in the Sun is just as heartbreaking as the play.

Ruth

weeps

undone

Yesterday, I wrote about a novel I read last week, Lucas Schaefer’s The Slip and commented that I wanted to write more about another character, Miriam Lopez, this week, so this was the perfect opportunity for that. So thanks, Barb.

And thanks to all you poets. Always love reading and writing with you. See you next month.
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Miriam Lopez

shy
plain
rookie
determined
doubts herself as cop
ignores Carlos’ fake mugging
until boxer boyfriend shows her
how he practices
mean game face
adopts trick
looses
him

too
cop
for him
doesn’t know
she protected him
planting missing teen’s license
his lucky border crossing charm
on creepy Carlos
faking her
way to
real
cop

Leilya Pitre

Sharon, this is a sophisticated character analysis poem. Thank you for that. As I prep for the writing strategies workshop for the local teachers, I use poetry quite a bit. Your poem exemplifies the possibilities of using poetry in the classroom.

Mo Daley

This is a great mentor text for all students, Sharon. This is a terrific character analysis. I’ll have to check this book out!

Barb Edler

Sharon, I feel like I truly want to learn more about Miriam Lopez after reading your poems. I admire gritty female characters and from your details, I think she is someone I would admire. I also appreciate the conflict you develop in the second poem, and thought the lines
“she protected him
planting missing teen’s license
his lucky border crossing charm
on creepy Carlos”

were particularly intriguing. I am putting this title on my must-read list. Thanks, Sharon, for sharing today! Powerful poems! See you next month!

Stacey Joy

Barb, thank you for offering a Fib! I don’t think I’ve written one before so I gave it a shot. Your poems brought back memories. I always enjoyed Raisin in the Sun.

My students are enjoying Heart and Soul by author/illustrator Kadir Nelson. I chose to honor the voice of one of the men we’ve grown close to.

Heart and Soul

Pap
Shares
Heart-felt
Memories
Enslaved and enraged
Reconstruction was Jim Crow’s win

©Stacey L. Joy, 9/22/25

Leilya Pitre

Stacey, we were just reading an informational text about Jim Crow’s laws to assess text complexity and offer some strategies last week. Your poem gave me an idea to incorporate a poetry writing exercise. Will keep in mind Heart and Soul too.

Mo Daley

Heart and Souls is such a wonderful book. I love how these fibs force us to get right down to the matter- enslaved and enraged indeed!

Barb Edler

Stacey, I will have to read Heart and Soul. It sounds compelling and important. I love your word selection in this poem, especially the line “Enslaved and enraged” It sounds like the perfect description for the cruelty of slavery and Jim Crow laws. Thank you for sharing your incredible poetry with us today!

Dave Wooley

Stacey,

That last line is history written in lightning.

Lovely, Stacey. memories how the phrase heart and soul conjures memory of piano playing and also the incredible poets in this space and also Pap.

Mo Daley

Earlier this summer Ann Braden recommended the novel The Husbands by Holly Gramazio to me. It finally came into my Libby account this week. I’m almost halfway through it, so I don’t think I’m giving any spoilers, but it’s a fascinating concept. Lauren, the main character, is a single woman who wakes up one day to find she’s married, but she has zero recollection of this man. It gets weirder! She soon realizes that when a husband goes up into her attic, he changes into another one. She quickly goes through a plethora of husbands because, well, why not? Although it’s funny and whimsical at times, the novel raises some important questions.

Satisfaction: A Retelling of The Husbands in Fibs
By Mo Daley 9/22/25

She
Can’t
Get no-
Hey hey hey-
Satisfaction- she
Tries, and she tries- maybe next week

Men
Keep
Coming
Through the stairs
Of the magical
Attic, but she’s on a losing streak

Her
Choice,
Struggle,
In control,
What’s the consequence?
Can she learn to appreciate?

Re-
Do
Regret
Remorse- can
She ever get some
Alternate-world satisfaction?

Leilya Pitre

Mo, this sounds like an intriguing read. I got all kinds of book suggestions today. I read The Poor Things by A. Gray, talk about weird, but it kept me hooked until the last page.
Love the final stanza with Re-Do, Regret, Remorse.

Barb Edler

Wow, Mo, I absolutely love this sequence of fib poems to show the main character’s situation. Now, I must put this book on my must-read list. Sounds fascinating. I really appreciate your nod to the Rolling Stones in the first fib and the diction you’ve used throughout the entirety. Loved “but she’s on a losing streak” which shows the men showing up are just not doing the job. Your last two fibs are compelling because of the philosophical and thoughtful questions. Powerful way to share your reading experience. Thank you!

Sharon Roy

Mo,

The Husbands is a fun read and like you said it does raise some good issues about choice and commitment.

So much to love about your poem—the way you use questions to explore the key issues,
the Can’t Get No Satisfaction riff at the beginning and end the clever structure which matches the repeating trips down those weird attic stairs—clever!

Thanks for inviting me to think about this book again. And enjoy reading the rest.

Amber

Wow! Mo! These stanzas! I just want to keep reading more. I especially like the third line of the first stanza because of the repeat, and then the added “maybe next week” on the end of that stanza is powerful to me because of the contradiction it seems to have with trying.

Susan O

This is great, Barb. Your prompt made me take another look at an inspirational painting, I love. Matisse’s “The Dance.”

The Dance

A circle of freedom, unity
celebrating community

Bodies in sway 
a day in May
orange-red nudes
sharing their moods
under a blue sky

Naked human bodies 
twisted in rhythm
Holding hands
dancing over lands

Music I hear
as they dance on the sphere
of a green hill
It’s quite a thrill
that colorful liberty!
 

The-Dance

Susan, I love this poem and the thinking about bodies in sway toward the final line of “colorful liberty.” Perfection.

Barb Edler

Sensational poem, Susan. You’ve captured the beauty of this painting through the precise details, but it’s your rhythm of language that adds to the beauty. Stunning poem and such a fine example of an ekphrastic poem. Thank you!

anita ferreri

Oh Susan, this is such a novel take on the prompt. I must admit that you have given me a new take on the painting and inspired me to see the “colorful liberty” that you see. Thank you. I would love to do this activity with kids at the Met!

Sharon Roy

Susan,

This is so beautiful!

You bring us right into the

The Dance

A circle of freedom, unity

celebrating community

Love the ending:

It’s quite a thrill

that colorful liberty!

Leilya Pitre

Susan, the rhyming works so well in your poem. I read it as a song accompanying the dance in the painting, especially that final stanza.Tgank you!

Dave Wooley

Susan, beautiful poem. I love how your rhyming creates a sense of rhythm that echoes the dancing in the painting.

Amber

Oh!!!!! What a lovely idea to write one for a favorite painting or piece of artwork. I might have to go back and make some more poems now. I like how you incorporated color and movement within your words. Visual arts and Language arts playing together here. Star-striking for my brain!

Angie

Hi Barb, I’ve never tried a fib, thank you for the recommendation. I haven’t taught Raisin in the Sun in 7 years but will again next year. Excited for that, such a great play and your poems about Ruth are powerful especially the simile about the decision she considers. I’m reading Long Way Down with my 9th graders and wrote about Dani.

Dead
Girl
Dani
Eight years old
Never got to grow
A stray bullet blew out her glow
Over there, she’s on the playground 
Just being a kid
Forever
A kid
She’ll
Be

Gayle j sands

“Forever a kid she’ll be” oof. Powerful.

Barb Edler

Oh, Angie, your poem reads like a total heartbreak. Dani playing with not a care in the world but never being allowed to grow old because of a stray bullet. I bet your students are enjoying Long Way Down, an incredible verse novel. I hope you plan to share this poem with your students. I know they’ll love it as much as I do. Powerful poem with a sad truth attached. Thank you!

anita ferreri

Angie, “A stray bullet blew out her glow” is a powerful line that pretty much sums up the book. I hope you share this with your students.

Stacey Joy

Gut-punching!! I have the book and never read it. I knew it wasn’t fit for 5th grade. Now I’m sure it’s a book for me only. I will make sure to read it. Your Fib is perfect.

C.O.

Wow. So few words with such great impact. Beautiful interpretation of the prompt today. Thanks for sharing.

Leilya Pitre

Angie, I like Long Way Down; this is one of the choice novels for my methods course this semester. “Never got to grow” – so sad. Gets me every time.

Dave Wooley

Angie,

Such a great book that you centered your poem on. “A stray bullet blew out her glow” is a devastating line.

Linda Mitchell

oooof. “A stray bullet blew out her glow”. True and hard–even in fiction. That book is so good. I love handing it to middle school kids looking for a more mature read with fewer words than the average novel.

Angie

Wow, what an amazing Golden Shovel, Denise. It reads so seamlessly and effortlessly especially that last stanza and the repetition in the last two lines. Wonderful!

Susan Ahlbrand

This is truly amazing, Denise! Golden shovels can sound so forced, yet this one sure doesn’t. And, I love how you start the first stanza with the words and end the second stanza with the words. That creates such a powerful impact.

Gayle j sands

This golden shovel shines! Not forced—beautiful!

Barb Edler

Denise, Wow, your golden shovel poem is brilliant. I love the way joy arrives with sequins and feathers, the way it perches. I adore “Justice in every
soul, each living being.” I agree sometimes it is easy to forget hope. Life can be overwhelming, and a crumb of hope may be all we need to keep moving forward. Love everything about your poem! Thanks for sharing with us today!

Susan O

These lines from Dickinson are beautiful and strong, yet you managed to make them even better. Hope with Joy, Love an Justice ahead!

anita ferreri

Denise, I have tried but have never created a Golden Shovel that sounds real and natural. Your poem weaves in the intended words as if they were meant to be right where they are. Lovely

Sharon Roy

Denise,

This is so poignant.

Love the ending:

asked,

when hope was gone, for a

fresh dose. She sang out: the crumb

is for you and me. Of  

this I know, for you and for me.

Sometimes a crumb of hope is all we need.

Stacey Joy

Denise, yes! We need this gorgeous poem of hope and joy. You chose the perfect form because it’s a GOLDEN gift! Holding all my crumbs! Praying for peace!

Leilya Pitre

Denise, so much wisdom and brilliance in this poem. You got me with the first lines:
Hope, my friend,
is what keeps us alive.”
Let’s hold onto hope even when it doesn’t seem possible.

anita ferreri

Barb, thank you for the fascinating prompt and your wonderful models. I was looking forward to this three day writing block and it has been a powerful writing motivation.
I decided to write a “fib” poem about the Alicia Keys’ musical Hell’s Kitchen, which is a semi-autobiographical depiction of life in NYC in the federally supported artist-musician complex known as Manhattan Plaza. Alicia’s mom in real life, as well as in the play, had moved to the city to pursue acting; however, she left acting when she became a single mom. In the ’90’s, she was a single mom with a teenager in facing violence and discrimination an era was shaped by crackdowns on crime as well as racial profiling. Keys describes it as the “quintessential New York story.” I found the play to be memorable and moving, one of the best on Broadway in a while.

She
Did 
Not have
A Dad’s presence
Yet, he planted musical genes
Fueled by a wise teacher, a brilliant mentor
Notes, chords, tempos, beats, music
Shaped Superwoman
Beautiful
Noise

Angie

Hi Anita, I don’t really know anything about Alicia Keys background and this sounds really interesting. I like that you focused on her Dad’s inspiration despite not being in her life. Would love to see that play!

Glenda Funk

Anita,
Your poem format reminds me of a harp, which seems appropriate for telling Alicia Keys’ story. I think Hell’s Kitchen is coming to SLC via Broadway Across America. I hope I can see it then.

Barb Edler

Anita, now I must see Hell’s Kitchen. Your description in the note is fabulous, and I love how you capture key details of Keys’ life in your poem from the lack of Dad’s presence to the brilliant mentor. I also love the energy with the seventh line. All the music elements add power to Keys’ beautiful noise. Gorgeous poem!

Leilya Pitre

Anita, thank you for introducing me to Alicia Key’s musical. I will look it up. Your poem presents Alicia as a strong, determined, and beautiful human. Beautiful!

Dave Wooley

Anita,
I reaaaaalllly want to see the musical. I’m a fan of Keys and my dad worked in Hell’s Kitchen. I really like how you frame her musical evolution through the frame of her dad’s absence and her teacher’s influence.

I bought two books today in a Rapallo, Italy bookstore: one by Jason Reynolds, RUN, translated into Italian and one written by an Italian author, DIMMI CHE SEI FELICE. I figured that I could puzzle my way through these books as I learn Italian. I am starting with DIMMI, and it seems important to start with the characters, so…acrostic.

Just a postcard to
A friend on the basketball team
C an only be a way of
Keeping truth at a distance

and

Trekking to Northern Ireland
Escapes exam results, but no
Ocean can disappear truth — and friendship.

anita ferreri

Sarah, yes, characters are a great place to start and your time honored acrostic is an interesting lead into the book. Good luck learning Italian as you read! Ciao

Angie

Hi Sarah, that’s awesome that you got a Jason Reynold’s book in Italian. Makes me wonder how less difficult? it might be to learn that way, reading a book that’s originally written in English and a kind of book like his. I’m reading Long Way Down With my 9th graders right now and trying to write a poem about one of the characters.

Love the friendship theme in this acrostic you’ve written about the Italian book. Have fun!

Fran Haley

I love acrostics, Sarah – I feel they are greatly underused. I am amazed by “puzzling my way through these books as I learn Italian” – I try to do this to refresh my rusty French. You inspire me! And how I love that no ocean can disappear truth and friendship. Beautiful.

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Glenda Funk

Sarah,
The line “no / ocean can disappear truth—and friendship” resonates as a powerful reminder about what matters and what remains despite all else. I keep thinking about what Tim O’Brien says about truth: “A thing may happen and be a total lie: another thing may not happen and be truer than the truth.” That to me is the essence of much fiction and how it helps us see the world and our relationship to others.

Barb Edler

Sarah, what a fantastic challenge you are experiencing as you read YA books in Italian. I love the lines: “but no
Ocean can disappear truth — and friendship”. Distance, truth, and friendship are obviously important in this text. I’d love to hear more about it. Take care and thanks for sharing your brilliant poetry today!

Leilya Pitre

Sarah, how brave of you to immerse in Italian with books. I love an idea of an acrostic as a way to introduce or analyze characters. Your final line for TEO ” no /Ocean can disappear truth — and friendship” makes me think about physical and emotional distance and connections.

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Linda Mitchell

Fun! What a great way to ramp up the learning.

Susan Ahlbrand

Thank you, Barb, for hosting us with such a great inspiration. I’m sorry I’ve been crickets the past two days of Open Write. I was in Texas wedding dress shopping with our daughters!! I will definitely go back and write on the previous prompts; they were thought-provoking.

I knew I could waste the day away trying to think of THE perfect piece of literature to write about. Instead, I wrote about a movie. I just had to have our daughters see the beauty and genius that was Robert Redford so we watched Indecent Proposal Saturday night. It’s not my fave movie of his, but I find John Gage to be more endearing than most people do.

Indecent Love 

As he watches her run
toward the bus,
her gauzy white dress’s
ghostly plumes
behind her,
his tilted head
tells the story.…
faraway look in his twinkly eyes 
wistful and longing 
but full of love,
his slight smile 
of reflection
the focal point 
above the shoulders of the suit
and the crisp white shirt
bisected by the perfect tie 
framing the limo door.
“She never would have looked 
at me the way she looked at him”

And even though he bought her 
and wanted her as arm candy,
he wanted to be the object
of that look
and knew she deserved 
to have that look adorn her face

So
even though he won her
and had her,
he let her go.

~Susan Ahlbrand 
22 September 2025

Susan, thanks for writing about a movie familiar to me, offering a moment of memory for Redford, too. I think you’ve captured the plot well with the “wanted to be the object” of that look, and why the movie was so compelling. There’s no buying love.

anita ferreri

Susan, sounds like a busy weekend for you! I’m glad you chose to write about Redford and his films. I felt like I needed to acknowledge his acting prowess with watching/rewatching a few films like Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, but I will add this one to my list. Your line, “he wanted her as arm candy.” is so true of so many Redford and other movies!

Barb Edler

Susan, I love how you capture the facial expressions in your poem. That wistful longing resonates through the shift to when he decides to let her go. Your choice of details sets the scene well. I imagine shopping for wedding dresses was time-consuming but oh so much fun! Glad you could be with us today and thanks for sharing this gorgeous poem. I cannot remember this movie although I am sure I watched it. Robert Redford, deep sigh!

Leilya Pitre

Good Morning, Barb! Thank you for hosting today. I love the prompt, and your extended “fib” poem is so profound, especially with the idea of having “rooms to breathe and bloom,” which is very resonant today. It’s the time
of the semester where I will introduce poetic responses to YA novels in my
Adolescent Lit. class, so I practiced my sevenlings in response to Amber
McBride’s novel Me (Moth).
 
Honeysuckle

In the grass, my soul knows yours,
the sun threads sweetness through songs,
honey gathers between our fingers.

Air feels like ground beneath us,
soft earth drinks what drips down,
roots remember what we’ve forgotten.

Where Honey kisses Earth, honeysuckle blooms.
 
Letting Go
 
Longing for home,
Sad, hurt, and broken,
Moth is always on the run.
 
Sani sketches the girl dancing,
Wants “to suffocate her sadness,”
Hoping together they will be okay.
 
Hands ache when they learn to let go.

Leilya, I love the love in this first poem as I am falling in love all over this fall. It is beautiful to consider the objects of place that become symbolic of love and intimacy in the ground, the earth, and roots of honeysuckle blooms. I am living in those lines now and savoring.

Angie

Wow, I’ve read the honeysuckle poem about 5 times now and could keep reading more. The alliteration, the sound, the mixture of senses, and honeysuckle reminds me of my childhood. This is beautiful and sensuous. Me (Moth) has been on my TBR for a while. I need to get around to reading! Thank you for sharing, Leilya ❤️

Fran Haley

Gorgeous poems, Leilya – I am awed by the wordflow and imagery. There’s such a longing in these lines…

Glenda Funk

Leilya,
You chose a gorgeous book to feature in your poems. Both are ethereal and evocative of the season. I love the idea of “to suffocate her sadness.” I wish I still had my copy of the book to return to.

Barb Edler

Oh, Leilya, both of these poems are gorgeous. I adore Me (Moth) and your poetry today makes me wish I could pick it up and reread it right now. Your last lines in both poems are incredible. In Letting Go, you’ve captured in “Hands ache when they learn to go” the heart of Me (Moth). Thanks so much for sharing your precious poetry!

anita ferreri

Leilya, your “sevenlings” are likely to be an inspiration to your students. Your line about “suffocating her sadness” really grabbed my attention. I too hope they will be okay, together!

Luke Bensing

I have not read this novel, but both of these short poems are beautiful, Leilya. They stand on their own for sure. And if I knew the source inspiration your words would probably even deepen. I especially love the “roots remember what we’ve forgotten” and “suffocate her sadness”.

Scott M

You would think
that if sooo
much depended
on it, he would
have returned
the damn wheel
barrow to the shed
so it wouldn’t
rust (or get
stolen) and
could someone,
please, check 
on the chickens,
I think WCW
left them
out again,
too.

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Barb, thank you for this cool prompt and your excellent mentor poem!  Hansberry’s play is such a good and important work.  Thanks for choosing it to craft your “fib” today!

Barbara Edler

Scott, I always appreciate your witty poems and rich humor. Your voice resonates throughout this one. I love the emphasis with sooo. You show so many practical reasons for why a wheelbarrow is important, and the final bit about checking on the chickens is hysterical. Very fun poem! Thank you!

Leilya Pitre

Wait a sec, Scott, I’ll go “check on the chickens” and let you know. This is hilarious )) Thank you!

Gayle j sands

The chickens are fine. I checked. But the wheelbarrow? It’s long gone…

C.O.

Hahahaha! It is actually amazing how many times this poem comes up as a reference in my adult life. Love it.

Yes, Scott. As I tell the story of my sabbatical on social media, I am so concious of how in the maximum 3 minute video that I can only say so much, that there is or likely are people wondering the “you would think/that” along the way. So lovely to be a reader and be welcomed by the poet to wonder what the poet had to leave out and what other poems live in the white spaces — like the chickens.

Susan Ahlbrand

Bravo!!

Sharon Roy

Scott,

Thanks for once again making me laugh. What are we going to do with WCW? Ha.

My husband, brother and I went to see a 60th anniversary showing of The Sound of Music last week and now I feel like I need a How do you solve a problem like WCW? mashup.

Stacey Joy

Scott!! Damn the chickens and save the wheelbarrow! 🤣🤣🤣🤣Thank you for the giggles today. I needed them.

Glenda Funk

Barb,
This is a wonderful prompt. Your poem and the form capture the essence of A Raisin in the Sun. The play is so timely and important. I love the subtle way you address the potential abortion issue. I chose to write a skinny sonnet on the short story “The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas” by Ursula K. Le Guin. My students loved the story, and rich discussions followed our reading.

Our Omelas
[after Ursula K. Le Guin]

We 
have
always
known.

Omelas—
those
*we*
walk

away
from—
:::doom:::
:::to die:::

freedomless
here!

Glenda Funk
September 22, 2025

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Barbara Edler

Glenda, your poem has my hair standing on end. The :::doom:::
:::to die::: formatted as it is, adds an incredible amount of power. Of course, “freedom less/here!” is timely and heartbreaking. I have not read this story so I will! Thanks for sharing the Canva rendition. Stunning backdrop for your incredible poem.

Leilya Pitre

Glenda, times and times again I am convinced that great literature is timeless. Thank you for reminding. Acknowledging “freedomless / here” is so sad, and I wish it weren’t true.

Gayle j sands

Amazing, chilling story. As is your poem. Wow

anita ferreri

Glenda, your poem is powerful and a strong reminder that literature stretches through and across time. I am sure those powerful conversations helped shape lifelong thinkers.

Glenda! I imagine the trio of colons has a name, but if it doesn’t, I am naming it a Glenda. And then I am sittingin the spaces of those we walk away from and what it means to die freedomless and what and how to define our “here.” I do not know this short story and just have a sense that, for me, I need not know in order to gather your meaning and hold space for what it signifies for my “here.” Thank you for the poem and stunning photo,

Kim Johnson

Glenda, fond memories of teaching this one in 10th grade honors/gifted English classes! I am admiring the one-word lines and how simple it looks on the first glance but how powerful it is on reading.

Gayle j sands

Barb—those last lines-stealing hope. So sad; so true, so powerful. I taught The Outsiders to my middle schoolers more times than I could count. It was the one book (along with Freak the Mighty) that never failed to pull ALL the kids in, including the ones who didn’t like reading. I opened my copy, well annotated— yes, I took it with me when I retired—read the ending, and cried, just like I did every time I taught it!

The Outsiders

Tough
Lives
Tough kids
Family and friendship
“We’re all we got left”
“There’s still lots of good in the world.”

Stay gold, Ponyboy.

Gayle Sands

Barbara Edler

Gayle, some books truly become a part of us. I haven’t read The Outsiders for awhile so I may just do that again. I also loved Tex. I love your salutation at the end of this poem, and especially the line “We’re all we got left.” Such a true statement for so many kids today. It’s amazing that a book can retain its relevance even after all these years. Thanks for sharing!

Leilya Pitre

Gayle, this is one of the first school novels I read here in the US in about 2008, and it became one of the the favorites. I was just commenting about timeless literature in response to Glenda’s poem. Yours support the same idea. I, too, want to believe that “There’s still lots of good in the world.”

Gayle,

Thanks for this poem and the memory of the novels that earned their spot in that book closet. You make me think about who had to argue for the funds to buy those books the first time around and how that conversation might go today. Your poem had me lingering in the second like tough lives and lives tough kids — across the line breaks. And I wish there’d be no need for tough at all. To be that or to have to take up that identity. So many gems here, Gayle.

Susan Ahlbrand

So fabulous, Gayle! You condensed this magnificent plot down to beautiful lines so well.

Fran Haley

Oh, those lines are golden and needed, Gayle – yes, there’s still lots of good in the world!

Glenda Funk

Gayle,
The Outsiders is one for the ages. It’s taught in my district, and kids still love it. Your poem resonates in these cruel days.

Scott M

I just got goosebumps, Gayle! Those passages (and your poem) are so good!

Margaret Simon

I’ve seen the play “Raisin in the Sun” and your poem resonates with that feeling of being unacceptable just because of race. And have we really evolved much? 
I have a confession. I love the books and series Outlander. We recently went to Scotland and I was transported, like Claire. Now I am reading the book and watching each episode again. 

Pipes
Sound
And I
Travel through
Time alongside Claire,
Feel the moor breezes and escape.

I imagine “that lass be I.”
My soul becomes lost
In Scotland
Sing on,
Sea 
Waves

Barbara Edler

Oh, Margaret, you’ve captured the magical allure of Scotland in your poem. I love the way you open with the sound of pipes and end with the sea waves singing on. Gorgeous poem!

Susan O

I haven’t seen Outlander and now I know I must. You have captured the sound, freshness and feel of that beautiful place.

Fran Haley

I’ve read the whole series, Margaret….it really is encompassing, the place, the time, and the pull of what will happen to Claire and Jamie? Your ending could not be more fitting!

Kim Johnson

I am applauding your reading stamina for Outlander. I love the transporting in the series. I have not read the books, and while I got through most of the series episodes, I was rattled with one scene and unable to return for a while. You make me want to try again. Lovely that your travels spark your reading interests!

Linda Mitchell

Loved that series so much! I have given in to many an episode…even though the books are far better. I would love to travel alongside Claire, too. The words to the song, ‘That lass be I’ are so haunting. Well done.

C.O.

Don’t get me wrong, I was a good student and I loved many of my teachers. But I hate reading. A confession poem on the books I pretended to read in secondary grades English:

Confessions from Honors English

Ms. McCloskey? I didn’t read The Hatchet.
But I don’t think you did either.
Mrs. Wiese, I cried when we read Night
and The Giver gave me nightmares.
Mrs. Nancy, I don’t even remember the
video adaptation of The Outsiders,
I only remember memorizing 100
prepositions for your entertainment.
Mrs. Slaven? Don’t take this the wrong way.
But I think I started to hate reading after
your class. Because that Scarlet Ibis?
It was just a bird. Nothing more than that.
High School was rough, Miss Klingler.
You had me two years and I hated the
Sparknotes just as much as I would have
hated the books. I was the discussion leader
for All Quiet on the Western Front and I
never opened the cover.
But you probably knew that.
Mr. K, it was TORTURE writing a partner paper
about Antigone. He brought my grade down, 
but maybe that’s just my hubris 
remembering this Greek tragedy…
And Ms. Cecelia? That red wheelbarrow…
the one that so much depends…blah blah blah?
Yeah, I read that one. But I didn’t read
anything else senior year. None of us did.
But look at me now!!!
I still don’t read.
But Honors English taught me how to write.
And I owe that to all of you.

Margaret Simon

I love this confessional. I’ve always been too afraid to confess about the books I have not read. (Shh! Harry Potter) The conversational tone is humorous. I’m impressed that you remember your teachers’ names.

Scott M

C.O., I felt seen – three times over in your poem!  Your first teacher – who may or may not have actually read Hatchet – had me stop short!  I was, like, wait, was my sister a teacher, too, and I didn’t realize it? Last I checked, she was (and is) a social worker, who also may or may not have actually read Hatchet.  Then, I “connected” to Ms. Cecelia due to my choice of poem in my own offering today.  And, finally, I related to the fact that, undoubtedly, I’ve assigned things that my students just didn’t quite finish….A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man comes to mind…This is all to say that I really enjoyed your poem!  (Although, I’m not gonna lie, the lines, “But look at me now!!! / I still don’t read” fills me with a profound sadness…and now I’ll end with a smiley face so that you know that I’m only being (slightly) facetious. 🙂 ) 

Barbara Edler

C.O., your poem resonates with your angst of reading. I appreciate the specific details to show your experience. My heart hurts a little that you didn’t appreciate “The Scarlet Ibis” because that is probably one of my favorite stories. I’m glad Honors English had a positive effect. Powerful poem! Thanks for sharing!

Julie Elizabeth Meiklejohn

Barb, I’ve never heard of or tried a fib–these are fun and quite challenging! Thank you for sharing this with us! (And I was excited to see Keokuk…i have a ton of extended family in your neck of the woods!)
Since 9/11, I’ve been listening to the “Come From Away” soundtrack…it gives me chills and brings me to tears every time. Here’s my fib and reverse fib about Gander:

You Are Here

Planes
land;
people
gather in
fear and confusion,
welcomed warmly by islanders.

All so different, yet united;
seeking hope and home–
“Welcome to
the Rock,
you
all!”

Margaret Simon

I watched “Come From Away” on the TV but haven’t had the opportunity to see a live version yet. It was all so sad and yet, so hopeful. I enjoy how a syllable count makes me choose words wisely. I like the alliteration of “hope and home”.

Barbara Edler

Julie, wow, I love the imagery in your poem imagining the people gathering with “fear and confusion” but the relief they must have experienced since the Islanders warmly welcomed them. “All so different, yet united:” that line resonates. If only we could always experience this. I can’t believe you have family near here. That’s fantastic. Thanks for sharing your beautiful poetry with us today.

Angie

Hi Julie,

I recently listened to The Only Plane in the Sky about 9/11 and it was soo good. Gander was never mentioned in it (I don’t think) and it sounds so interesting. Your poem is a great snippet into the story that I know nothing about. I love the sound and feel of “welcomed warmly”.

Sharon Roy

Julie,

I saw this moving play right before the pandemic. You did a great job zeroing in on the work’s theme. Reading your poem, I am once again moved by how strangers sacrificed to feed and house so many strangers and provide emotional comfort as well. It’s a good reminder of how kind so many people are.

I like how your poem follows the rising and falling action and tension of the events, with the lovely turning point of

welcomed warmly by islanders.

These lines are especially beautiful:

All so different, yet united;

seeking hope and home–

Thank you for capturing and sharing such a beautiful act of service and kindness.

Kim Johnson

Barb, I love these shorter forms, and it’s been a while since I’ve written a fib. Thank you for inspiring us today with a wonderful Monday morning prompt to get the week started, and thank you also to Kelsey and Allison for their prompts this month. Your poem brings tears and heartache and all the feelings we feel for characters we come to know and love in the pages of our books. Books are the avenue for insights we don’t always see in our real nonfiction lives. I chose to extend yesterday’s prompt into today’s and keep Overheard on a Salt Marsh by Harold Monro as my inspiration for an extended fib.

What Marsh Nymphs Know

marsh
nymph’s
green glass
beads stolen
right out of the moon
attract the filthiest goblin
with more on his mind than those beads
but marsh nymphs know how 
to handle
goblins ~ 
aim,
kick

Margaret Simon

I love the ending two words, “aim, kick”. The last two days you have taught me about “Overheard on a Salt Marsh.”

Barbara Edler

Kim, I love the way your poem moves to the final nymph’s actions. I was recently in a workshop where the mentor suggested using slices of the same topic/event in multiple poems. Your poems from yesterday and today’s poem are a perfect example of this. I do not think I’ve ever read this tale so I am going to look for it. Thanks for sharing today!

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Fran Haley

Kim, this works magnificently as a summary of your poetic retelling of the Salt Marsh poem yesterday. Again I cheer the nymph and her strength. No matter the variation, those green glass beads keep enchanting us all… I kinda don’t blame the goblin although he could have had a better approach; he is but a goblin, alas. I am thinking now about the title of the original and the power of the word “overheard” – there’s so much magic even in that one word, creating the notion that this occurred. The green glass beads are so real to me that I can feel their coolness and weight!

Linda Mitchell

That word, “filthiest” changes everything…makes me cheer for that final kick.

Fran Haley

Barb, I love how you can make the spare fibonacci poem work so powerfully. The words fall in all the right places for the “zing” – no small feat! I caught the word “drama” in your bio and wonder if you have worked in any productions…drama has always been a great love of mine. A kindred spirit, you are. Thank you for this wonderful lit prompt and for all your amazing encouragement of your fellow poets (and bloggers) <3 Today I was drawn to a certain famous compilation that I’ve summarized here in syllabic poetry.

As Is Written

Birth prophesied
destiny fixed
life sacrificed
fighting evil
for salvation 

victorious
return to life

=Harry Potter.

—Who did you think?

Kim Johnson

That last line…..oh, my goodness! Yes, I thought of another book right off the bat, and then I realized the allegory of Harry. You bring allegory right to the forefront here and show that just like The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe, literature is filled with characters who emulate Jesus in literary ways. What a great way to lead us into thinking the obvious and then give us the zing.

Margaret Simon

You are clever! I confess to not reading Harry Potter, but another great allegory is “The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane.” It was a favorite read aloud.

Fran Haley

Edward Tulane is one of my favorite read alouds as well, Margaret. One year we did an art-integrated project with it, incorporating play writing, performing, live music, poetry, a mural, and videography with interview questions about process. All executed by 3rd graders.

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Barbara Edler

Fran, Love the lines “life sacrificed/fighting evil/for salvation”. Your title is perfect for your message. Thanks for your note and sharing today. My favorite role as a college performer was as the Wicked Witch of the West. Cackle! Cackle!

Fran Haley

How I would have loved to see this performance, Barb!!

Linda Mitchell

ooooh! I thought of Jesus, of course! Which makes this poem so cool. Parallels I never thought of can’t now be unread. Very cool.

Kevin

but (something)
beautiful –
the way the sound 
of the night
plays against the echoes
of the stage, notes bending
in the light of each
fading day

There’s a book of short narrative non-fiction stories focused on different jazz musicians called But Beautiful by Geoff Dwyer that I revisit from time to time.

Thanks for the prompt, Barb.

Kevin

Kim Johnson

Kevin, I like the form here with the parentheses in the first line. It sounds like a book I sometimes read about how hymns came to be, and those are the best kinds of books that keep pulling us back.

Margaret Simon

I love how you twist the sound of the night into notes bending. A beautiful verse!

Barbara Edler

Kevin, your poem echoes with sound. I love those closing lines. Brilliant.

Susan O

Kevin, your poem made me want to go back to New Orleans.

Scott M

I love the sounds here, Kevin, especially at the end: “notes bending / in the light of each / fading day.” Great!

Linda Mitchell

July 1942

Marie was really Miri, born Miriam.
She couldn’t live in Paris.
Wasn’t allowed to be Jewish.
in the Catholic countryside.
Had to run, had to take Nora
who wasn’t her sister.
Trusted the advice of Mme. Simone
ghost of a queen
rich in knowledge of what could
and couldn’t be.

Barb, thank you for this prompt. A Raisin in the Sun is one of those holes in my literary knowledge. I need to read/listen to it and your poems urge me to do that because the details about what I know what was written about decades ago are so relevant to today. I just finished, The Night War by Kimberly Brubaker Bradley. I jotted out a verse about the story in the form of a trailer. Lots to think about these days. Thanks for hosting on a Monday morning.

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Kim Johnson

I love that you used the form of a trailer to inspire a poem! This sounds like a book I would enjoy. My book club is currently reading Regretting You by Colleen Hoover, and we just finished One Tuesday Morning by Karen Kingsbury. This will be a great prompt for some books that people are reading and how they can inspire poems.

Margaret Simon

I haven’t read this book, but your intriguing trailer makes me want to. I’ve read two of her books and enjoyed them.

Barbara Edler

Linda, I love the details you’ve shared in this “trailer” type poem. You have me intrigued so your poem is definitely a success. I am especially drawn to the Mme. Simone’s description “ghost of a queen”. Marie’s inability to show who she really is makes me feel the weight of this novel’s conflict. I think you’d love A Raisin in the Sun and there are some great movie adaptions. My favorite is one with Danny Glover. Thanks for sharing and for your note.

Angie

The trailer idea is so creative! Thanks for the idea. I particularly love this:
rich in knowledge of what could
and couldn’t be.”
you make the book sound interesting!