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The Poetry Friday Roundup is here today.
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Each first Friday of the month the Inklings write to a challenge from one of us. This month Linda Mitchell offered the challenge from a post she saw on Instagram: “‘Find a poem you like, or one you don’t like. Write the first 6 lines of the poem. Under each line write your own response. Delete the original lines, use what you have as a beginning for your poem.’ Tusiata Avia #30in30 writing prompt.”

Once I started doing this, I couldn’t stop. Recently I bought The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry. What a wonderful mentor, nature writer, poet. On Substack for “This Photo Wants to be a Poem,” I wrote after “To the Unseeable Animal” my side by side version “To the Shadow Moving.”

For Thursday’s Spiritual Journey post, I wrote beside James Crews.

The most satisfying thing about writing like this is you can remove the original poem because your new poem is unique to you.

To What Flies

(after To What Listens by Wendell Berry)

I see it again lonely 

and alone, the image of the heron 

opening his wings wide 

to fly to the other side, 

no mate will follow, 

no nest to call home. 

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I subscribe to Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer’s daily poem. (I also highly recommend her new book Wonderment.) On Sept. 26, she sent out a poem “Sometimes When I am Stuck.”

Sometimes When I am Dwelling

When I feel as if my body
is slowly shutting down,
and my spirit is made of jelly,
when my feelings
go deep as if darkness
dwells within me,
that is when I awake
to an inner peace,
ever waiting my notice, my voice.
That peace is longing
as if whispering words.

Margaret Simon, draft (after Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer)

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Poetry Friday is being gathered today by Patricia Franz at Reverie.

Happy Poetry Friday! This is the first Friday of September, and my name came up on the spinner to offer a challenge for the Inklings. Honestly, I didn’t have an idea, so I gave it back to the group, and Molly said, “What about kennings?”

A kenning is a figurative compound word that takes the place of an ordinary noun.

I wrote a poem this week from a prompt from The Time is Now to use the line “There is always a ________ somewhere” after Marie Howe’s poem “Chainsaw”.

Hawk in oak tree. (Free image)

Hawk Sighting

There is always a hawk somewhere,
soaring low above the oaks,
hungry and hunting.

You wanted to show me.
You wanted to find the binoculars,
focus on the old oak
and show me the wild thing.

Almost every day I hear the high whistle
of a hawk echoing over the bayou.

There is grief in that piercing call-sound,
wailing for what feels like desperation.

Will you call to me like a hawk
or with a soft whisper-twitter
of a hummingbird?

However you make a call-sound,
I will answer with wonder.

Margaret Simon, draft

How other Inklings met the challenge:

Linda at Another Word Edgewise
Mary Lee at A (nother) Year of Reading

Molly at Nix the Comfort Zone

Heidi at my juicy little universe

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Poetry Friday is being rounded up today by Ruth at There’s no such thing as a God-forsaken town.
Map Collage Poem

As August began, the Inklings sat side by side in real person in the WhisperShout studio of our own Heidi Mordhorst. Linda Mitchell provided junk journals and collage materials. I knew this Poetry Friday would be an Inkling challenge given to us by Molly Hogan involving maps in some way.

So I played with paper, paint, pictures, and words. This is what happened. I like it. I don’t understand it, but I like it.

I am reminded of one of my favorite poems by Naomi Shihab Nye.

Naomi Shihab Nye, from Everything Comes Next

Here are links to other Inkling poems. Check them out:

Heidi at my juicy little universe

Mary Lee at A(nother) Year of Reading

Catherine at Reading to the Core

Molly at Nix the Comfort Zone

Linda at Another Word Edgewise

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The Poetry Friday Roundup today is at Michelle’s place: More Art 4 All

Today is the first Friday of the month, so we have an Inklings Challenge. Catherine asked us to use a prompt from Audrey Gidman’s June list:

“Read “Digging” by Seamus Heaney. Think about something that has been handed down to you—from a parent, a grandparent, an elder in your life—that feels alive in you now. Think of how it is the same and think of how it has transformed in you. Notice how, for Heaney, it’s gardening and writing—two kinds of digging, but still the digging continues through the generations. Write a poem that digs into what was handed down to you and examines what you carry now.”

This summer I have been doing a good deal of babysitting for my grandchildren. This has been both a privilege and a challenge. I have a lullaby that was passed down to me that I sang to my children and continue to sing to my grandchildren (even to Leo who cringes every time).

Singing

Inspired by Seamus Heaney

My grandson asks for a lullaby 
while he covers his head, hiding 
beneath the blankets.

When my mother sang an operatic alto,
in a foreign language she’d never spoken,
I hid from her joy, let her vibrato shiver 
my heart under a pillow.

I didn’t want to know opera 
like her father taught her, 
but she took me anyway, 
read the plot before curtain call.

I made my body small
in the plush red theatre seat. 

Now, I see her face in mine.
My voice cracks on the high notes.
My smile wrinkles into soft blush.
Singing was the last thing to go.   

Here, I sit perched on the edge of the bed
leaning into a seven year old boy
claiming his independence
while wishing
for a song to cling to. 

Margaret Simon, draft

Check out other Inklings poems below:

Catherine @Reading to the Core
Heidi @my juicy little universe
Linda @A Word Edgewise
Mary Lee @Another Year of Reading
Molly @Nix the Comfort Zone

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The Poetry Friday roundup is with Rose Cappelli today at Imagine the Possibilities.

Happy May Day! My daughter sent this message in our text group: “Friday the first of May is the most powerful day of 2026 so far…strongest full moon and it’s when the Fire horse begins galloping so it will force you to get rid of what you no longer need in your life bc Fire horse can’t gallop with baggage.”

Firehorse postcard from Tricia Stohr Hunt

I worked with first graders this week in a workshop called “Chalkabration.” I think I love first graders. We wrote poems with the line “Summer is…” using all of the senses, “I hear…I see…”

Today is also the first Friday of the month which means Inklings Challenge. Heidi challenged us to “Celebrate May by writing a poem that Maykes use of the verbs may, might, could, can, ought.” 

First Graders Cheat at Mother, May I

When lines are drawn
rules are made,
Or where there’s an “ought to”
seven year olds will push,
split, cross, test.
Mother nature made us to question
boundaries, “Who am I?”
A galloping competitor or a friendly companion?

Choices might change everything.

Margaret Simon, draft

To see how other Inklings met this challenge:

Heidi @my juicy little universe
Catherine @Reading to the Core
Molly @Nix the Comfort Zone
Linda @A Word Edgewise
Mary Lee @Another Year of Reading

The Progressive Poem is new hit wonder of The Land of Poetry. See the final poem here.

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Poetry Friday is hosted today by Karen Edmisten.

I did not do my own assignment. I kept putting it off with excuse after excuse. This month I posed what I thought would be a simple, easy challenge for my Inklings writing group, “Write a poem using the word becoming.”

I searched my notebook, my Google Docs, and no miracle there. I simply had not written to my own prompt. Last night I decided to take inspiration from fellow Inkling Linda Mitchell and write a haiku sonnet. (She had shared hers at our meeting last weekend.) Form does not always become a poem.

Is it cheating to use a repeating line? After playing with the title “Becoming Spring”, I wrote the title “Becoming Beautiful”. Almost daily, my youngest daughter sends new photos of my newest grandson. Yesterday she sent this one with the text, “Someone had a cute spurt today.” We all marvel at how this baby just gets more and more adorable.

“Cute spurt”

Nevertheless, here is my down-to-the-wire draft of a haiku sonnet for this cutie.

Becoming Beautiful

You are born with it
in the deep blue of the sea
you glisten like gems

You are born with it
eventually you smile
at your mother’s stare

You are born with it
shine like the full blood moon
a friend to the sun

You are born with it
because that is who you are
someone’s true love

No need to apologize
Be beautiful as you are

Margaret Simon, for Sam, draft

Check out the brilliant ways Inklings responded to this prompt:

Mary Lee @ A(nother) Year of Reading
Linda @A Word Edgewise
Molly @Nix the Comfort Zone
Heidi @my juicy little universe
Catherine @ Reading to the Core

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Poetry Friday is hosted today by Catherine Flynn at Reading to the Core

This is January. Here we all are on the cusp of a new year. Catherine Flynn, fellow Inkling, challenged our group to write a poem with “This is January” as a title. I guess you could say the prompt has been in my mind since she posed it, but the words of a poem only appeared on my notebook page today. I took it on as a kind of list poem.

This is January

I open the door
to let the dog out
shiver from the cold.

A quiet hope whispers
in a voice
I recognize.

I keep dreaming
about children playing.
Awake now, I’m still humming.

Amaryllis grows
an inch each day
expectant red blossom.

Carolina wren fusses
calling to me
to be my first new year bird.

Cypress trees are bare, brown.
Their shade is not needed
resting, waiting.

My husband remarks,
”If there was a need
for cypress needles, we’d
be rich.”

We are rich, I think,
to be here
loving and living
each day.

Even in January…

Margaret Simon, draft

Winter cypress, photo by Margaret Simon

Here is how other Inklings answered the prompt:

Heidi @my juicy little universe
Mary Lee @A(nother) Year of Reading
Linda @A Word Edgewise
Molly @Nix the Comfort Zone
Catherine @Reading to the Core

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Spiritual Journey posts are gathered by Jone MacCulloch
Poetry Friday is gathered this week by Irene Latham at Live Your Poem.

Advent is here! Our priest announced last Sunday, “Happy New Year” because the Episcopal liturgical year begins with Advent. Jone inspired us to write about the Advent words- hope, peace, joy, and love.

For Spiritual Thursday, I offer an image poem for each word of advent.

If you are interested in joining the Spiritual Journey posts each month and hosting one month, fill in this Google sheet or send me an email.

For the first Poetry Friday each month, the Inklings do a challenge. This month Heidi asked us to write a letter to an article of clothing. Last year, I bought a cozy robe at the L.L. Bean store in Maine. The weather has turned dreary and cold here this week, so my robe is doing its job keeping me warm. I didn’t write a letter, though. I took an idea from fellow Inkling Molly Hogan to write a Wordle haiku with the three words I guessed today. If you haven’t done Thursday’s puzzle yet, you can come back later.

Blue plush peace fleece
a strip of fake fur cuff
Tulip in winter.

To see how other Inklings did the challenge, check out their posts.

Heidi
Catherine
Molly
Mary Lee
Linda

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Poetry Friday is gathered today by Matt Forrest Esenwine at Radio, Rhythm, and Rhyme.

Today is the first Friday of a new month, October, and time for an Inklings challenge. I asked my writing group friends to exchange photos for an image poem. I invite you to participate in image poetry every Wednesday right here with This Photo Wants to be a Poem.

My exchange partner was Heidi. She had the opportunity to visit fellow Inkling, Molly, in Maine this summer. I am quite jealous that they all made blueberry jam together. I could not resist the delicious collection of jars in Heidi’s photo.

Georgia Heard inspired my poem by sending her own recipe poem through her newsletter.

Click on each link below to see other image poem posts from Inklings.

Linda @A Word Edgewise
Catherine @Reading to the Core
Molly @Nix the Comfort Zone
Mary Lee @A(nother) Year of Reading
Heidi @my juicy little universe

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Poetry Friday roundup is hosted today by Jane Whittingham.

This first day of August is time for a new Inklings challenge. Catherine Flynn asked us to write a triptych poem using Irene Latham’s model poem here. I also looked at Summer Triptych by Linda Pastan.

This summer with my mother’s passing, I have been thinking about the three summers that stand out in my mind in the long process of losing my parents. The first summer I had to face the reality of their aging was 2019 when they decided to move to an independent living apartment. They left the house full, and my siblings and I had to clean it out.

In the summer of 2022, I was grieving the death of my father and searching for a sign of him. And this year, my mother…

Solace, peace, comes to me in this poem. I hope you find it there, too.

Summer Bird Triptych  

July 2019 

The hummingbird feeder, 
blown glass
swirling
primary colors, 
reflects the sun, 
attracts a ruby throat hovering
while I sit alone on the porch,

Remembering. 

July 2022 

I hear a tap, tap at the window.  
A bright yellow prothonotary. 
Does he see his reflection? 
Does he want me to come out? 

Is it you, Dad?

July 2025 

The crows seem angry. 
The Merlin app identifies fish crows.
They call with a fervor I feel deep in my belly, 
calling me back to nature

and myself. 

(Free photo from Pexels)

To see how other Inklings met this challenge:

Linda @A Word Edgewise
Catherine @Reading to the Core
Molly @Nix the Comfort Zone
Mary Lee @A(nother) Year of Reading
Heidi @my juicy little universe

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