Why Thursday? with Anna J. Small Roseboro (my poem)
Flirty Venus’ namesake day
Relinquishes the work week
Into reassuring rest–
Day of finis. This Friday we call Good
All the more, Jesus, when
You proclaimed, “It is finished.”
Tumble Down Poetry with Andy Schoenborn (my poem)
Mother Goose Shoes
There was an old woman
who lived in a shoe.
She had so many children
she didn’t know what to do.
Mother Goose, that is,
not my mom.
She wasn’t old—just a young widow,
and we didn’t live in a shoe.
We lived in a small house
with a lot of kids.
We shopped for one pair of shoes,
just one pair of shoes,
at the beginning of each school year.
We’d drive down to the shoe shop
next to McCoy’s market, and
start browsing the Mother Goose shoes.
We would then sit, ducklings in a row,
as the clerk measured our feet.
Then they’d bring out the footgear
we wanted to try.
The little leather Mary Janes…oxfords…loafers…
I didn’t know or care what they were called.
I had found my favorite pair.
It didn’t matter to me that
they needed to be a half size bigger,
and that the store didn’t have that size,
nor did they expect to get it before school started.
School was starting, and I was ready for
to go with me in the dresses
I would wear to second grade.
She bought them for me,
this stressed-out mama,
but she did say to me,
“If you outgrow them
before you wear them out,
I’ll cut the toes out to make room.”
She never had to,
I just scrunched up my toes
Liberation and Joy with Stacey Joy (my poem)
yesterday I was invincible
today I realize I won’t last forever
so the flowers smell sweeter
the bird song more melodious and
the lunch you served extra delicious
The News with Susie Morice
From remarks by Judge Ketanji Brown Jackson
April 8, 2022
Meaningful notes from children
speak to hope and promise of America.
232 years for a Black woman to be selected to
serve on the Supreme Court of the U.S.
We’ve made it,
We’ve made it,
All of us,
All of us.
Here in America anything is possible.
Inheritor of the dream of liberty and justice for all.
All Americans can take great pride in this moment,
A long way toward perfecting our union.
Quirky Poems with Kim Johnson
Calling things by their 18th century names
How about the quirk you have
of calling things by archaic names? Like
Chest of drawers
How was I supposed to know?
At least I don’t call a sofa a
Definito with Margaret Simon (my poem)
Felicity is a friendly word,
Four syllables of fabulous–
Felicity is a jubilant songbird
Fortunate enough to have lungs
to be heard above the heartache
Fruitful and fertile,
He willingly warbles
a skillful tune of trust
Adroit in his happiness
Birds are So Smart with Dixie Keyes
What I Learned from the Birds and You
The way the Oriole serenades with no busker box
And keeps singing when no one listens.
The way a murmuration of starlings flies
across the sky with coordination and
grace, not hurting one another.
The way robins build nests for future
generations, without bragging
or competing with their neighbors.
I learned these things from you today, too–
the way you serve, love, and live life
without demanding credit for yourself.
Tell Me Without Telling Me poem with Scott McCloskey
Sleep in a crib in my parents’ room until old enough to know it was weird.
Scootch over in the big bed, so as not to lie in my sister’s nighttime accident.
Watch Mom sledgehammer a hole in the wall.
Watch her frame the hole into a doorway to the garage to make another bedroom.
Help make nine salads on individual plates for dinner.
Dry the dishes my sister washed when it was our team’s turn.
Always have someone my age to play, fight, and ride bikes with.
Always have someone older to teach me to read, do my nails, and comb my hair.
Never be home alone.
Never feel unworthy of love.
One thought on “#Verselove, Week 2”
Denise, what a chock-full blog filled with a variety of verselove! I had time to read Andy’s poem also.
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