One of the wisdoms I have gained as a writer is that writing with others creates strong friendships because writing is such an act of vulnerability. It is true for the classroom, for writing workshops, and for critique groups. My group, the Inklings, are true friends. They listen, respond with integrity, and encourage me as a person as well as a writer. We live far away from each other, but we used Zoom long before the pandemic, and see each other twice monthly. This is all to say that when my father died, they did what they do best, and sent me a book of poems. I sat alone with these poems and let the comfort and wisdom of words wash over me. I offer a video today of me reading each poem sitting out by my beloved bayou. It’s 8 minutes long.
Posts Tagged ‘Catherine Flynn’
Poetry Friday: Sitting with Grief
Posted in Creativity, Poetry Friday, tagged Catherine Flynn, grief, Heidi Mordhorst, Inklings, Linda Mitchell, Mary Lee Hahn, Molly Hogan on May 19, 2022| 8 Comments »
Poetry Friday: Hop to It
Posted in Books, Poetry Friday, Writing, tagged Catherine Flynn, Heidi Mordhorst, Hop to It Blog Tour, Janet Wong, Pomelo Books, Sylvia Vardell on October 16, 2020| 20 Comments »


Today I am thrilled to be a stop on the blog tour for Hop To It: Poems to Get You Moving, the latest anthology from the dynamic duo, Sylvia Vardell and Janet Wong of Pomelo Books. The call went out earlier this year for poems that children can experience with their bodies. When the pandemic hit, Sylvia and Janet, who are known for responding to world events with poems, gathered pandemic poetry as well. This book is an inspiration for poets, teachers, and children.

I have written a collection of mindfulness poems that have yet to find a home, so I submitted a few to Sylvia and Janet, who selected Zen Tree. I absolutely love how the side bar bubbles give more information as well as a paired poem. This added touch is what makes Pomelo Books unique and teacher-friendly.
Heidi Mordhorst and Catherine Flynn, two friends from my Sunday Night Swaggers writing group, also have poems included. Catherine’s birthday is today, so hop over to her post to wish her Happy Birthday and to read her Mental Floss poem. Heidi gave me permission to share hers here. We are bouncing, flossing, tickling, and breathing along with 90 poets. What an amazing party!

Next stop Poetry for Children, blogspot for Sylvia Vardell, for more fun news about this book.
Poetry Friday: Monarch Nursery
Posted in Poetry Friday, tagged Catherine Flynn, etheree poem, monarch butterflies, Nature poems on August 21, 2020| 9 Comments »


Earlier this week, I witnessed a female monarch laying eggs in my milkweed. She was an unexpected, yet welcomed visitor. I watched while she flitted from leaf to leaf. I have gathered 10 of the leaves into a net habitat to wait and watch.
My writing partner Catherine Flynn wrote an etheree today on her site, Reading to the Core. Here is the definition of the form:
An etheree is a poem of ten lines in which each line contains one more syllable than the last. Beginning with one syllable and ending with ten, this unrhymed form is named for its creator, 20th century American poet Etheree Taylor Armstrong.
Inspired by Catherine’s Queen Anne’s Lace Etheree , I decided to write one about my monarch eggs.
Monarch Nursery
Pearl
Margaret Simon, 2020
on milkweed,
seed for monarch,
still and quiet August:
Promised ingredient
to Mother Earth’s recipe
for autumn migration glory.
Like watching the birth of a grandchild,
I’m mere observer of this miracle.
For my birthday last week, Catherine sent me this sweet golden shovel. I’ve met many kind people in the Poetry Friday community, and Catherine is one of the best. We’ve been in a writing group for five years. We meet by Zoom (even before the pandemic) every other week. I am blessed to have such a kind and loving writing partner. Thanks, Catherine. The feeling is mutual.
“…all that might be gained
from opening one’s heart wider.
Rebecca Mead, My Life in MiddlemarchHow fortunate am I that of all
Catherine Flynn
the people in the world that
I might
have met, I met you, a kindred spirit, destined to be
friends. So much to give, so much to be gained
by writing together, learning from
you, opening
my eyes to new vistas, so different from ones
I know, reaching my heart,
helping it grow wider.
Poetry Friday: This is Just to Say…
Posted in Poetry, Poetry Friday, tagged #tenfoundwords, Catherine Flynn, This is Just to Say, William Carlos Williams on February 17, 2017| 19 Comments »
With apologies to William Carlos Williams, who probably had little idea where his sweet plums poem would lead writers of today. On day 7 of Laura Shovan’s ten found words poetry challenge, my friend and writing group fellow Catherine Flynn wrote an apology poem. I immediately grabbed it as a mentor poem for my students. I also grabbed my copy of Joyce Sidman’s This is Just to Say Poems of Apology and Forgiveness.
This is just to say…
I broke the glass dish
so thoughtfully placed
on the tank of your toilet.A large spider,
camouflaged in
a clump of flowery
soaps, surprised me
as I washed my hands.
A cryptic tan blotch,
shaped like the head of a shovel,
covered her abdomen.Forgive me, but
she rattled my nerves.
She scurried away
when I tried to scoop
her into a tissue.
My hand upset the dish,
sending it crashing to the floor.I didn’t want to kill her.
I wanted to return her to the garden,
where she’d be free to snare flies
in her shimmering web.printed with permission from the author, Catherine Flynn
Catherine’s poem was written to the same selection of words I wrote snake cinquains last week. Lynzee remembered this and my story of being fearful of snakes, so she wrote this poem (in the voice of Mrs. Simon).
This is just to say,
Your lawn mower has a snake in it,
I was trying to kill it so
I ran it over.It was a garden snake,
Slithering along the grass
Like a tiny green rope,
TERRIFYING!Standing out against
The wheat colored grass,
Like a moving weed.So I panicked,
And grabbed the first thing i touched,
The lawn mower.I will buy a new one,
If you want.–Lynzee, 2nd grade
We talked about whether you have ever eaten anything you weren’t supposed to eat. Andrew remembered sticking his finger into the butter. He grinned, “I love butter!”
This is just to say…
I ate the butter
out of the container yesterday.
It was delicious
like caramel chocolateIt was your fault
you left the top
open. Who doesn’t
take that chance?I hope you have
some left for your
toast. I am so sorry.
I’ll try to buy more.All I did was
stick my finger
in the butter. It
was out of control.–Andrew, 4th grade
NPM16: #20 A Tree Grows…
Posted in Poetry, tagged #imagepoems, Amy Ludwig Vanderwater, Catherine Flynn, National Poetry Month, Poem a Day on April 20, 2016| 4 Comments »
Yesterday, my student Lani was featured on Today’s Little Ditty with a reverso poem inspired by the book Water Rolls, Water Rises by Pat Mora.
Amy Ludwig VanDerwater is writing a poem a day about daily Wonders on Wonderopolis. I love how her website speaks directly to students about the writing process. On Monday, Amy wrote, “I began thinking about the value of sharing our stories, the sad ones as well as the happy ones.” Her poem was a before/after poem that held universal truths about the sadness of broken marriages.
There’s a sadness weighing on my mind. It’s not my loss, but even when others suffer a loss, we grieve. It’s the way of the world.
My writing friend, Catherine Flynn wrote a poem about Crystal Rapids in the Grand Canyon, but the poem was about so much more. This stanza speaks to that deep grief that comes back over and over.
“The path is altered,
a chasm opens.
Never fully healed,
full of fissures that can crack
without warning,
bringing us to our knees.” (Catherine Flynn)
Sometimes writing poetry is about diving into the sadness, entering in, and letting it all go. Inspired by Amy’s and Catherine’s poetic honesty, I wrote this poem for B. She’s probably not ready to read it. But I needed to write it.
A Tree Grows near the Pier
Before
when the sun rose,
so did he,
fishing pole in hand,
tackle in a box.
His heart full of hope.
His mind full of lures.After
the boat lost him,
so did we,
as a tree grows
near his tackle box;
Its branches open wide
for resurrection fern.–Margaret Simon


















