Category Archives: Poetry

A Naani Poem

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Today’s prompt was to write a Naani poem. This form consists of four lines and can have 20-25 syllables. In honor of the recent passing of Dexter King, I wrote my Naani poem for him.

 

Run or Reconcile

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Today’s prompt gave me another opportunity to be inspired by the book, Ghost. The prompt was to think about a character’s motivation in a book we are reading. I used the sentence, “Ghost has to learn to reconcile with his traumatic past” to write a Golden Shovel poem with that sentence as my striking line.

Street Life

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Today’s prompt, “Creativity Connective” from Anna J. Small Roseboro, asked us to think about a minor character in a text we’ve read and write a poem from that character’s point of view to respond to something happening in the news or the world today. My character (Coach Otis Brody) is from Jason Reynolds’ book, Ghost. My topic is the profoundly disturbing number of unhoused people residing in Los Angeles (over 46,000). The words in bold were generated from the word unscrambler of my character’s full name.

Street Life

As a consequence for Ghost’s actions
I made him clean out my cab’s trashy trunk
When he opened it,
He wanted to cry
I chuckled, “I know, it’s bad.”

Ghost tossed old fast-food bags
Whistles and papers
Into a box on the sidewalk
But insisted on donating
My thread-bare shirt
And my jackets with hoods
To StandUp For Kids,
An outreach program for those who are unhoused.

“Coach, have you seen the cars with windows made of boards?”
“Boys and girls in our school live like that! In cars!
Ghost shared a story about a man on his block
Who built a shelter out of old doors
With a tarp tied to bicycle bars for a ceiling
It would never absorb the rain.

The scarcity of basic resources
Caused one of his friends to hoard
apples and oranges from school lunches each day
and another girl stole deodorant
from the local store
because housed kids teased her
about her hair and body odors.

Now I understood why Ghost stole those shoes
to run with our team
His mother had little money to spare
And street life was sad and unfair.

©Stacey L. Joy, 1/20/24

Finding Home

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Today’s prompt from Fran asked us to consider the whole of our lives and concentrate on details and symbols instead of people. I used my ancestry results to inspire my poem.

 

Weaving Stories of Liberation: A Found Poem Inspired by Art

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Erica’s prompt yesterday was to write a poem inspired by art or the placard related to the artwork. The artwork “Ascent to Ethiopia” by Lois Mailou Jones (1932) pulled me in. I read a short blog about this artist to inspire my poem.

The Ascent of Ethiopia by
Lois Mailou Jones 1932

A Sevenling Poem for Juneteenth

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Leilya’s prompt was so much fun to explore. She asked us to try writing a sevenling poem. This form consists of two 3-lined stanzas (6 lines) that compare/contrast something, and the final and 7th line is the punchline, the summation or an unusual juxtaposition.

In honor of Juneteenth, I wrote this sevenling poem today.

EcoPoetry

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Today, Jennifer’s prompt was to write about the environment. I had flashbacks of my sister and me digging for hours at the beach, hoping to reach China. I remembered how clean the beach was when we were children. Now, our beaches are ruined by litter and toxic waste.

Here is a nonet in honor of a sweet childhood memory.

“What About Your Friends?”

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Today, Jessica prompted us to write about friendships. I have had the pleasure of being in friendship with my “sisterfriends” for 49 years. Marvin Gaye’s song, God is My Friend, inspired my poem along with memories of last week’s Girls Night. Here’s to my friends!

April 30th: Thirty Thanks

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Today, our final day of National Poetry Month, Sarah asked us to write whatever we choose. I chose to revisit the prompt earlier in the month when we were allowed to break the rules.

April 29th: Rewrite, Redo

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Scott’s prompt was to rewrite/redo a past event and recreate it or revise it. I used one of his mentor texts by William J. Harris called Why Did It to inspire my poem.