Hi everyone! Grace here hosting today’s OpenLinkNight. It is freezing cold in our city in Ontario, Canada and the streets are piled high with snow. Come inside the pub and enjoy the poetry reading.
This is your opportunity to link ONE poem of your choice, either from our past prompts or a poem you want to share with us. As a courtesy, please provide a link to dVerse Poets Pub, so others may find us too.
There is no specific form or theme required for OLN but if you are looking for a little inspiration, here is a poem by Cornelius Eady. I’m drawn to the line: You have to imagine it. Maybe a different line speaks to you — and if so, I’d love to know which one.
You have to imagine it:
Who said you were too dark/too
Large? Too queer/too loud?
Who said you were too poor/
Too strange? Too fat?
You have to imagine it:
Who said you must keep quiet?
Who heard your story, then
Rolled their eyes?
Who tried to change your name
To invisible?
You’ve got to imagine:
Who heard your name
And refused to pronounce it?
Who checked their watch
And said “not now”?
James Baldwin wrote:
“The place in which I’ll fit
Will not exist
Until I make it.”
New York, city of invention,
Roiling town, refresher
And re-newer,
New York, city of the real,
Where the canyons
Whisper in a hundred
Tongues,
New York,
Where your lucky self
Waits for your
Arrival,
Where there is always soil
For your root.
This is our time.
The taste of us/the spice of us
The hollers and the rhythms and
The beats of us.
In the echo of our
Ancestors,
Who made certain we know
Who we are.
City of Insistence,
City of Resistance,
You have to imagine:
An Army that wins without
Firing a bullet,
A joy that wears down
The rock of no.
Up from insults,
Up from blocked doors,
Up from trick bags,
Up from fear/up from shame,
Up from the way it was done before.
You have to imagine:
That space they said wasn’t yours.
That time they said you’d never own.
The invisible city lit, on its way.
This moment is our proof.
Source: Poetry Foundation. Written for the inauguration of Zohran Mamdani, Jan 1, 2026, NYC.
If you are new to dVerse, here’s how to join in:
- Write one poem and post it to your blog.
- Enter your name and direct link to your poem into Mr. Linky.
- You will also find some other amazing poems! Please read and comment.
- Provide a link to dVerse so others can find us too.
- Drop in to say hello in our discussion below.
- Have fun!

Hi everyone. Welcome to OLN. We have some warm pies with coffee and tea. I look forward to reading your poems.
Good evening… loved the poem, and was probably a bit inspired by it, but went off in a tangent.
Hi Bjorn, Any way you are inspired is good. Have a good evening!
Hi Grace and all! I wrote a piece celebrating the writing of poetry and song — and the nature of the inspiration of the muse.
Hi Rob, Looking forward to reading them. An inspiring muse keeps our pen flowing.
BTW — loved the poem you presented here… 🙂
Yes, very hopeful poem.
Hello Grace and All. Wonderful find on the poem. It’s quite chilly here, so a slice of warm apple pie, a scoop of vanilla ice cream, and a cup of hot rooibos tea with oat milk, please!
Hi Lisa. Thank you. Yes, its below zero here too. Here’s a yummy pie, with ice cream and cup of hot tea. Looking forward to reading your poem.
You’re welcome. It feels like the whole world is frozen right now. Thank you for the nummies. Cheers!
Greetings Poets! Great to see you here in the Pub, Grace. I found another older poem, unpublished, witten around 2013 I think. Apple pie with ice cream sounds like the perfect sinful treat today. Thanks!
Hey Grace and all~I’ve linked one inspired by Dora’s prompt from a few weeks ago. I’m still playing catch up. There have been so many inspiring prompts already this new year here! Hope you’re all well~
Hi Grace- is there any apple pie left for me to nibble?
Hi Grace! I love the poem you shared, thank you for that. Just what I wanted to read today. I’ll be having a slice of that warm apple pie if there’s any left, along with a nice cup of tea! 🙂