What’s Not in my Social Media Algorithm

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Thanks to Kim for the prompt to write about special memories that are unphotographed.

What’s Not in My Social Media Algorithm

No profile pics

No reels

No IG stories

 

in 1973

when I was 10

or in 1979

for my sweet 16

 

in 1981

when I graduated

or in 1988

when my baby was born

 

No profile pics

of great grandma

or walking hand in hand

on Santa Monica’s sand

 

No reels

of us singing

happy 80th birthday

on June 21, 2014

 

No IG stories

when we watch

her take one last breath

on December 28, 2010

 

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No reels

No IG stories

 

Just wishes of what could have been

and memories of what was

 

©Stacey L. Joy, November 21, 2022

Our Old Kitchen Table

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Today’s prompt was to write about something I’ve been wanting to write about but let my heart be my guide. I’ve longed to return to my mom’s house, our family home, and just sit at the kitchen table. The family that moved in has no idea how much my mom’s house means to my family and even my friends. Maybe one day I will sit at our old kitchen table again.

Sunday Haiku

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Today’s prompt from Margaret S. asked us to write a poem from a picture.

Stand out in the crowd

Let your golden light pop through

Sweet hope for this day

 

Sophrosyne

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Today’s prompt came from my teacher/poet friend, Gayle S. We were to enjoy some random word play and see what comes of it. My word is sophrosyne: temperance, self-control, and prudence.

 

Pink Balloon

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The prompt for June 19th was to go on a Poetry Treasure Hunt. I came across this lone pink balloon and it inspired my poem.

Hallelujah

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Today I borrowed “my soul is joyful” and “swallows my smallness to magnify my awe” to create my poem about the power of joy and the word hallelujah.

Your Presence

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Today’s prompt came from Gae Polisner and Lori Landau. Write a collaboration poem using a line or phrase from another poet’s poem posted today. I chose the phrases: shafts of sunlight/just before fading from my friend Fran’s poem.

 

 

Ancestral Cry

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The prompt for February 12th was related to how harm and trauma inflicted on one person impacts generations. I wrote a nonet poem to thank my ancestors for hearing my cries.