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We Do What We Can

 

bird silhouettes flit

through spring thunderstorm darkness

change is in the air

 

Faced with the current chaos, I'm trying to stay optimistic. Yesterday, my sisters and I made sandwiches for a local homeless shelter. Today, we'll make signs for tomorrow's town hall and protest. Mom and Dad always told us to stick together, which still sounds like good advice.

 

The sky is brightening already.

 

I've just heard of two calls for submissions to poetry anthologies that feel timely and relevant. Check the links for deadlines and details:

 

Live and Let DEI Anthology (no fee). Submit an original poem that makes creative use of the words that the Trump administration is flagging on government websites and research papers. See the list (PDF).

 

Made in the USA: Poems of Resistance. This anthology aims to capture the spirit of resilience, courage, and hope through powerful poetic expressions that challenge injustice, champion equality, and celebrate the unyielding human spirit in the face of fascism.

 

Good luck to all who submit!

 

Jone Rush MacCulloch has today's Poetry Friday Roundup. Enjoy!

 

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Springing Back into Writing

 Crocuses blooming through leaf litter

on our front hill—and a bee!

 

 

spring brings outlook shift:

from impossible chore to

opportunity

 

 

I used to (like last week) feel guilty about the piles of unfinished manuscripts crowding my desktop, my file drawers, my computer. Suddenly, it feels like spring, and something about the increased light or flipping the calendar page tilts my perspective toward the positive. National Poetry Month inspires me. Poetry Friday does, too. Plus we made it through another dark winter and a long, stressful election push. Now that pile of unfinished work feels more like a treasure trove I can dip, dig, or dive into as deeply and as often as I want. 


I turned away from writing because I got discouraged. Dis-couraged: I lost my courage. And that's how I felt for a while—lost. It's a horrible feeling, as if what I'm missing is a critical part of my identity. Too many rejections, not enough gumption. I tend to contract in difficult times. I turtle myself into a too-tight shell where I fidget and fret.


But I never give up completely. I keep filling notebooks with ideas. I give myself pep talks. I keep trying in tiny increments. And what usually brings me back to writing? Small poems. When the outlook is dire, I try to write a haiku a day. Not because they are easy, but because whittling down a complex concept to a few words provides clarity. I find comfort and challenge in the 5-7-5 structure. 


I've been working my way back to writing for a while now, and—who would have guessed?—it turns out that persistence was all I needed. I knew this, of course. I've done it before. Daily haiku eventually lead to picture book drafts. I just wrote a very rough one, my first in a long, long time. Yippee!


If you ever face the same problem, please don't give up. Let me know if you need a pep talk.

 

Irene Latham hosts today's Poetry Friday Roundup at Live Your Poem. Enjoy!

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How to Make a Protest Sign

protest sign in progress

If you don't have time to make your own for Saturday's Hands Off protest, you can print one from Indivisible.

 

Lately I'm spending more time writing protest signs, social media posts, and letters to the editor than poems. I call my representatives regularly, and I protest often. But it's National Poetry Month, and I can't let that go uncelebrated. This year, I plan to work on a poem every day (and not feel obligated to finish it) and post once/week for Poetry Friday. Here's my latest.

 

 

How to Make a Protest Sign


Find something sturdy to write on:

a cardboard box, an old poster,

a paper or plastic bag.


Tape it or staple it

to a stick if you want to

or carry the naked sign.


Elegant lettering?

Eye-catching colors?

Feel free if you're so inspired.


It's fine to use somebody else's words

if they say what you want to say.

Give credit to the creator.


Humor is good,

but remember your rage.

What matters most is the message.


Make it as wide as the world,

as tall as your dreams.

Write it in blood if you have to. 


© 2025 JoAnn Early Macken

 

 

Matt Forrest Esenwine hosts today's Poetry Friday Roundup at Radio, Rhythm & Rhyme. Enjoy!

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If (A Poem of Possibility)

If I Could Choose a Best Day: Poems of Possibility,

selected by Irene Latham & Charles Waters,

illustrated by Olivia Sua

 

After reading this inspiring, imaginative poetry collection, I challenged myself to write my own Poem of Possibility. The only requirement I gave myself was to start with If.... This is what poured out.

 

 

If


If I were a little more brave,

I would shout,

Hey, do you see this injustice?

This hunger? This fear? This need?


But I've never been a shouter.

I dream, I whisper, I write.

So I put my request here, politely:

Please help.


What do you have to offer?

Two ears to listen? Compassion?

Two hands to lift someone up?
A voice to speak out in support?

 

If you are a dreamer, dream with me.

If you can shout, grab your bullhorn.

Use your voice. Use your words.

Sing and dance.


No one alone can fix everything,

but each one of us can Do Something.

Find your Something. Pitch in.

Bring a friend. 

 

(c) 2025 JoAnn Early Macken

 

 

Marcie Flinchum Atkins has today's Poetry Friday Roundup. Enjoy!

 

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Could You?

Milwaukee River from Lincoln Park Golf Course. After I posted this, I spotted the can in the bushes. 

 

Could You? 

 

Walked the golf course trail today.

Picked up trash along the way.

Golfers are a messy bunch.

Toss the bags from snacks they munch.

Slug their sodas, chug their beer,

fling the empties far and near.


Maybe someday, we will see

nothing but lush greenery.

But for now, we walk the land,

bag of garbage in each hand,

doing what we always do.

Someone ought to help.


Could you?

 

© 2025 JoAnn Early Macken

 

Rose Capelli has today's Poetry Friday Roundup at Imagine the Possibilities. Enjoy!

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Connecting with Courage

 

In my effort to work my way back to writing in these trying times, I'm reading as much poetry as I can. Today I turned back to Woke: A Young Poet's Call to Justice by Mahogany L. Browne with Elizabeth Acevedo and Olivia Gatwood, illustrated by Theodore Taylor III. In the Foreword, Jason Reynolds calls the book "a collection of proclamations" that tell young people "to talk back, to speak up, to connect with the fortifying elements outside of them, as well as those that exist within."

 

I found it fortifying, too.

 

In "Activism, Everywhere," Mahogany L. Browne urges us to stand together to speak up against mistreatment: "We are standing tall and firm because we believe in equity and equality."

 

"What's in my Toolbox?" by Olivia Gatwood reminds us,

     If we have privilege, we must listen.

     When we understand each other, we can build a house that fits everyone.

 

In "Rock the Boat," Elizabeth Acevedo describes the nagging feeling you might get "when you know someone has done / or said something unjust" and tells us, 

     Even if it doesn't feel easy,

     Rock the boat. Rock the boat.

 

I'm doing my best to rock the boat: Calling my representatives, writing postcards to voters, distributing Card Campaign cards, attending rallies, marching, and yelling. (And yelling!)

 

These poems are timely, important, empowering reminders to speak up against injustice. We need them now.

 

Today's Poetry Friday Roundup is at Dare to Care. Enjoy!

 

 

 

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Working My Way Back

 

Play with Me

 


Lick leap lope

run tumble

dig wriggle

quick let's go!

 


Perch on peaks

plow through piles

dive in drifts

deep below.

 


Bark jump chase

zip zoom dash

bounce over

glorious snow!

 

I've been mostly away from writing for a while, except for a weekly Zoom write that keeps my hand in, barely. I miss the daily practice, though, especially in these trying times. So I'm hoping to make my way back by reading and writing more poetry. I've always enjoyed playing with rhythm, so that seemed like a good place to begin again. This one was inspired by our Rosy in the park.

 

Laura Purdie Salas has today's Poetry Friday Roundup. Enjoy!

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National Poetry Month Day 26 & Poetry Friday!

 

That moment of doubt
before dough becomes crust
before cloth becomes shirt
before words become poem
is part of the process.
Keep going.

 

 

Todays Poetry Friday Roundup is at There Is No Such Thing as a God-forsaken Town. Enjoy!

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National Poetry Month Day 25

 

Dandelions blossom
in every other yard.
The yard without one broad-leaved "weed"
displays this warning card.


Someone ought to tell the robins,
Fly away! Stay clear!
Poisoned worms will poison you--
Don't eat here!

 

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National Poetry Month Day 24

 

Poetry matters.
Democracy, too. Today,
postcards to voters.

 

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National Poetry Month Day 23

 

Warm wind whispers, "Now!"
Calendar does not agree.
I can't help myself.

 

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National Poetry Month Day 22 & Happy Earth Day!

 

One reusable?
SEVENTY disposables?
Choose sustainable.


Happy Earth Day--and remember to bring your bag!

 

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National Poetry Month Day 21

 

Marshy meander,
clutching dog-eared bird field guide.
Ducks...geese...pelicans!

 

At Horicon Marsh, we saw lots of Canada geese and red-winged blackbirds plus Northern Harriers, tree swallows, coots, and a variety of ducks: Northern Shoveler, blue-winged teal, redhead, ring-necked, mallard, and probably more. The pelicans were my favorites!

 

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National Poetry Month Day 20

 

festive gathering
bunting strung from beam to beam
no balloons allowed


I'm tickled to see this bunting in use at the Urban Ecology Center's clothing swap today. I made it!

 

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National Poetry Month Day 19 & Poetry Friday!

 

Nesting birds, tra-la!
Rabbits flip head over heels.
Hope is in the air.

 

Heidi Mordhorst has today's Poetry Friday Roundup at my juicy little universe. Enjoy!

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National Poetry Month Day 18

 

rustling brushes twirl
street sweeper stockpiles debris
thunder on patrol

 

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National Poetry Month Day 17

 

pulmonaria
blossoms bow down to welcome
hungry bumblebee

 

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National Poetry Month Day 16

 

mesmerizing view
I could stay here all day long
watching spring unfold

 

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National Poetry Month Day 15

 

brown creeper shadow
climbs sidewalk tree trunk shadow
my shadow watches

 

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National Poetry Month Day 14

 

Waiting in the car:
portable machines, fabric,
supplies. Let's go sew!


Update: Volunteers at today's Bring Your Bag Shorewood Sewing Bee produced 26 handmade reusable shopping bags for the Shorewood Public Library and Hunger Task Force, Inc.--good for the planet and fun!

 

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National Poetry Month Day 13

 

purple martin pairs
claim the best nest compartments
beneficial guests

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National Poetry Month Day 12 & Poetry Friday!

 

We've just returned from a trip out of town, where I ran across gobs of lost things. Of course, I took pictures. Glad to be home. More to come!

 

Jone Rush MacCulloch has today's Poetry Friday Roundup. Enjoy!

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National Poetry Month Day 11

 

binoculars raised
I focus on waterbirds
learning duck by duck

 

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National Poetry Month Day 10

 

shiny plastic threads
dangle from oriole's nest
built to last and last

 

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National Poetry Month Day 9

 

some days are too hard
tomorrow will be better
let's just try again


P.S. Rosy is fine. We had a long, lovely, tiring walk followed by a spectacular tick event. All will be well.

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National Poetry Month Day 8

 

post-eclipse dinner
veggie-nut ravioli
pasta suns and moons

 

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National Poetry Month Day 7

 

starling silhouette
perches, whistles, cackles at
starling silhouette

 

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National Poetry Month Day 6

 

keeping one foot warm
goose guards rippling reflections
eyes us warily

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National Poetry Month Day 5 & Poetry Friday!

 

Happy Poetry Friday! Irene Latham has today's Poetry Friday Roundup at Live Your Poem. Enjoy!

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National Poetry Month Day 4

 

crashing waves reveal
sleek, polished inspiration
always free of charge

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National Poetry Month Day 3

 

Note to Self


Purple notebook,
purple pen.
April is reason enough.
Write again.

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National Poetry Month Day 2

 

chilly all-day rain
underneath the overhang
finch finds room to rest

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National Poetry Month Day 1

 

Miss me? Miss you, too--
you and your icicle ears.
I'll wait here. Come back!

 

Happy National Poetry Month! This year's theme is Lost & Found. I'll try to post a new poem every day. Enjoy!

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March Fo(u)rth!

our small acts add up

today's the day let's march forth

do one hopeful thing

 

March 4th is my favorite calendar date--I've been celebrating it for years. To me, it's the true beginning of spring and a time to take stock and plow ahead. March forth!

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Early Birds

 

While I wait for the coffee to steep in the morning, I look out the window to check out the world. I might see a cardinal or two, a flock of juncos scavenging under the feeders, three or four squirrels chasing each other around, or any of an assortment of other small creatures. This was my view a few days ago.

 

Early Birds

 
still too dark to tell for sure

probably a mourning dove

perched above the curlicue

on the snowy front porch rail

like a fluffy finial

staring through the glass at me

wondering what I might be

but still too dark to see

 

Want to check out more Poetry Friday posts? Robyn Hood Black has rounded them up for us at Life on the Deckle Edge. Enjoy!

 

 

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