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Hello Poets and Welcome to Open Link Night here at dVerse

Linda here, I will be hosting tonight, and serving up any beverage of your choice.

This is your opportunity to share one poem, old or new with us. There is no specific theme but if you wish to, you can respond to a prompt you may have missed earlier in the week.


Writing and reading poetry has always been meditative for me. I get lost in the words, and before I know it hours have drifted by. There are days I am rushing to get dinner on the table and the laundry done because I have spent all day in another world.

The same happens when I am observing nature. A peace settles within my bones and I can watch birds at the feeders, and hummingbirds dancing in the air. Then, I am startled from my reverie because the sun is beginning to set. For me, there is a pronounced connection to the earth and poetry.

What does poetry mean for you? Do you feel more connected to the earth because of your poetry and if so, why? And do you believe others who are not poets feel that same connection?

In light of all this, I know we as poets, have at least one thing in common; we pay attention to the tiniest details.

Here is a poem by Ada Limón that speaks of details in a marvelous way.

The Last Thing

Ada Limón – 1976-

First there was the blue wing

of a scraggly loud jay tucked

into the shrubs. Then the bluish-

black moth drunkenly tripping

from blade to blade. Then

the quiet that came roaring

in like the R. J. Corman over

Broadway near the RV shop.

These are the last three things

that happened. Not in the universe,

but here, in the basin of my mind,

where I’m always making a list

for you, recording the day’s minor

urchins: silvery dust mote, pistachio

shell, the dog eating a sugar

snap pea. It’s going to rain soon,

close clouds bloated above us,

the air like a net about to release

all the caught fishes, a storm

siren in the distance. I know

you don’t always understand,

but let me point to the first

wet drops landing on the stones,

the noise like fingers drumming

the skin. I can’t help it. I will

never get over making everything

such a big deal.

From The Carrying (Milkweed Editions, 2018) by Ada Limón. Copyright © 2018 by Ada Limón. Used with the permission of Milkweed Editions. Milkweed.org.

Source: Poets.org

Just a reminder:  OLN means you can post ONE poem of your choosing (no specified form, length, word prompt etc)
Also, we request you either TAG dVerse or include a line at the end of your post that includes a link back to dVerse. 

Those of you new to dVerse, here’s how to participate:

  • Post any poem of your choosing on your blog or website.
  • Click on Mr. Linky below to add your name and enter the direct URL to your poem
  • On your blog, please provide a link back to dVerse. This enables others to enjoy our prompts, increases our readership and thus increases the responses to everyone’s poems. 
  • If you promote your poem on social media, use the tag #dverse poets
  • And most importantly, please do read some of the other responses to the prompt and add a short comment or reaction. Everyone likes to be appreciated! The prompt is “live” for several days – as you’ll notice by the comments you’ll receive – so do stop by another day and read a few of the latecomers too!