Welcome.VerseLove is Ethical ELA’s celebration of National Poetry Month each April—an invitation to write, read, and reflect together. New to VerseLove? Learn more: https://www.ethicalela.com/verselove
Our Host: Leilya Pitre

Leilya lives in Ponchatoula, LA, a small town celebrated for its strawberries and kind, generous people. She teaches and coordinates the English Education Program at Southeastern Louisiana University. Preparing future English teachers, she hopes they become caring, competent, and effective educators. She is an editor and contributing author of Where Stars Meet People: Teaching and Writing Poetry in Conversation. Her other books are devoted to teaching young adult literature in high school. Leilya loves people, cultures, and their rich traditions. She reads, writes, listens to music, visits her children and grandchildren, and enjoys traveling with her husband.
Inspiration
Welcome to Day 2 of VerseLove 2026! Some of you may already be wondering if you can write a poem every day this month. If that thought has crossed your mind, you’re not alone. But here’s the beautiful truth: poetry is everywhere, and I am not the only one who believes in this statement.
Last year, poet Mo Daley shared how the first week of daily writing felt daunting. But by week two, she began to notice poetry all around her: on walks with the dog, in car rides, at restaurants, and even in the kitchen.
If you’d like some inspiration before writing, here are a few of my favorite poems that find meaning and poetry in small, everyday moments:
- “A Blessing” by James Wright – a simple roadside moment with ponies becomes a moment of joy and connection.
- “Directions” by Billy Collins – a playful, tender reflection using the language of road directions.
- “Mindful” by Mary Oliver – a meditation on paying attention and honoring the ordinary world.
Process
Today’s invitation is to look at the world around you—from your immediate surroundings inside to outside of your window or on your path. Somewhere close a poem is waiting for you.
It might be:
- a road sign that made you laugh or pause
- a billboard with words that stuck with you
- a snippet of a conversation overheard
- a recent email, text, or phone call
Find the poem that’s hiding in plain sight. Let a road sign, billboard, or passing phrase spark today’s writing. Look for the poetry in the everyday little routines, your (or someone else’s) habits. You don’t need to go far—it might be right in front of you.
Write in any form that calls to you today: free verse, haiku, sonnet, or a list poem of signs and slogans that capture a moment, mood, or memory. As always, you are welcome to write about anything that feels true for you today.
Leilya’s Poem
Slow Down, Curve Ahead
Merge gently
the sign alerts,
as if it knows
how hard it is
to fold one life
into another.
Stay in lane —
as if we always could,
as if the heart didn’t wander,
signal flashing for exits
we’ll never take.
Caution: falling rocks
and yes, isn’t that life?
The loose edges,
the unexpected breaking,
the sudden heave
of something crashing
into your quiet drive.
Rest area, 2 miles —
and you think,
maybe that’s all we need:
two miles more
before we pull over,
before we let ourselves
breathe.
Your Turn
Now, scroll to the comment section below to write your own poem. (This is a public space, so you may choose to use only your first name or initials depending on your privacy preferences.) Not ready? That’s okay. Read the poems already posted for more inspiration. Ponder your own throughout the day. Return later. And, if the prompt does not work for you, that is fine. All writing is welcome. Just write something. Oh, and a note about drafting: Since we are writing in short bursts, we all understand (and even welcome) the typos and partial poems that remind us we are human and that writing is always becoming. If you’d like to invite other teachers to write with us, tell them to subscribe. Also, please be sure to respond to at least three writers.
The last of the night’s navy is stuck
in the Andes mountains, a deep blue, something
the Chiribaya chases, trotting or pacing
down the middle of our street where cars
tap the horn in encouragement or maybe a
near miss, drivers still dreary from Semana Santa
celebrations in the Plaza last night. Back when
we watched the procession, a pagentry of red,
crowds of school children in uniform, llamas
resting at the feet of Inca women offering a
photo. I am not sure if what I see is a cloud
formation or the peak of Ausangate. But I am
sure the Chiribaya knows while he turns the
corner out of sight behind the Mamacha María
in our courtyard, where a woman stops for a
quick prayer on her way to work, and somehow I
can hold them here for this pale breath, until
just like the night’s navy, they are gone,
and the morning lifts to a mountain embrace.
Leilya—I will write later, but wanted to say how much I love this prompt and your poem—especially the bit about falling rocks! I will be looking for inspiration as I work today!
Church Signs
Holy Week Service
Thursday Evening
7:30 PM
Come inside
Gather together
Now are you ready
for a new sign…
Ordinary Week Service
Every day
Any time
Go out
To serve
Leilya, your road signs with life parallels are compelling in this poem – life’s journey has a lot of falling rocks, merging, lane reminders and rest areas, though we need more of those. I love your deep reflection in the prompt you created and the poem you wrote. Thanks for hosting us today and urging us to look right in front of us.
Harlequin Home Invasion
where they all came from,
we don’t know
but suddenly there were
hundreds of them
lady beetles
Harmonia axyridis
called Harlequins
scaling the walls
hugging the lampshades
hiking the armchairs
watching our Netflix
like they belong here
living rent-free in
the place we call home
Oh, no, Kim! I love lady bugs, but certainly not in hundreds.First, you teach me their proper Latin name–Harmonia Axyridis. Then you show me how cozy they settled in your home “rent-free” enjoying your furniture and Netflix. I only hope this is a very brief invasion 🙂🐞🐞
Kim,
I saw “Harlequin” in your title and expected to learn you’re glued to the Hallmark network, but you dished up a Stephen King scenario instead. It’s like a biblical plague. Horrifying scene. Fantastic poem! I am curious about what the beetles are watching on Netflix.
That poem created the image… too vividly! So unexpected. Good writing!
You know, on my first reading, I was thinking these were all romance books scattered around a living room. Ha. Is this the time of year for the beetles? Wow, the scaling , hugging, hiking, watching sure does feel like an invasion telling you to get out their new home. Neighbors?
This is a New England poem
🙂
Kevin
The road sign read,
Rough Road Ahead,
and every pothole
in the pavement
was another reminder
of impending trouble –
Winter’s shout out
to Spring
Kevin, that road sign wasn’t a joke )) Love “Winter shout out to Spring,” and capitalizing the seasons, you personify them. It makes “shout out” more natural. Thank you for being here so early!
Around here, no warning signs- just potholes ready to swallow your tires…impending trouble for sure!
Kevin—I feel your pain! What a shout out it is!
Oh, man, Kevin. That time of year between winter and spring can be brutal, and the roads sure do hold the power of elements to degrade asphalt. Here’s to spring arriving safely.