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Monday Poetry Prompt: Ada Limón

Living Poetry congratulates Ada Limón on being named the next Poet Laureate of the United States so this week let’s write a poem for her. Check out her website and Wikipedia page and what may be her most famous poem How to Triumph Like a Girl . You could then write an ekphrastic poem inspired by that or any of her poems or you could write an epistle poem in the form of a letter to her or maybe just a straight-forward poem about her.

But don’t forget to post it in the comments below.


About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.


16 thoughts on “Monday Poetry Prompt: Ada Limón

  1. who is sylvia
    what is she
    we know
    she is not ada
    the poet laureate
    we know
    that should be me


    Posted by Cressida | July 20, 2022, 4:55 PM
    • Very interesting. I like how you brought Sylvia into it. Thanks for sharing!


      Posted by Bartholomew Barker | July 20, 2022, 5:14 PM
    • Thanks for the reference to Shakespeare’s poem, revisited because of your interesting post. Notable about this phrase in the poem is that “Love” is personified as a male entity, that has is helped by seeing through her, Sylvia’s, eyes. The male and female power structure on display. Or to be more forgiving, the interplay of male and female archetypes…all of this so valuable to poetry, so thanks again.
      ‘…Love doth to her eyes repair,
      To help him of his blindness;
      And, being helped, inhabits there…

      Liked by 1 person

      Posted by ts19page | July 21, 2022, 2:32 PM
  2. Vision 07 19 2022

    Because it was before
    each iteration till ground innately
    sweat forth to provide scenic eruption
    of tree admiring since Nature nourishes
    after one births from that darkness
    shell erupting sprout to infantile discovery
    a determined colt rests cradle bough

    suckle sap at nap
    time of one
    dreaming of a future
    attentive branched songbird
    well-fed blirping praisodically

    a green minstrel socrasticly invests
    their why— leaves freely
    nourished from water shed

    swaying into spring
    blossom beyond gentle nest
    as mighty earth
    through chloroform mystery theatre
    rows of nursery newborns—
    canoes kayaking heavenly

    Liked by 2 people

    Posted by william h mollohan | July 19, 2022, 9:15 PM
  3. field court frontier stages

    success is peace of mind
    a teacher-coach wrote us
    in nineteen twenty-four

    and it became the backbone
    of a pyramid
    of educating— more

    a bout a real
    person-athlete living
    one’s life beyond—
    the game the score

    of playing a competitive sport

    the athlete wears her uniform
    for practice, game, and play
    that person then does perform
    those other minutes of each day

    the play is limited—
    in time and score and process
    her other day— limitless
    growth-ing giving progress

    both her worlds are cages
    one wide open— unlocked door
    it offers nearly endless stages

    the second for the first
    is not a metaphor

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by william h mollohan | July 18, 2022, 4:42 PM
  4. I probably should have the prompt more closely… Instead, I read about her and read some of her work and attempted (badly) to write in a similar style… and got this. (Maybe I need to give things more “rising time” like dough that will become a good loaf,)

    The sky’s color, vivid amd harsh
    hurt my eyes. The color itself was
    pushing the wrong way through my eyes
    looking into me than the other way around
    I look down to avoid further accusations. But
    the tree in front of me, surrounding me, offers
    comfort to a wanderer, like me, the oak
    planted in one fertile spot, unlike me
    giving protection from the sky to
    souls that come near to her loving arms.
    How many years and how many wanderers have known
    her gifts. I would dwell on this thought keeping
    a count, a list, a tally
    each time that I came by this place. I wanted
    to shout “Hey!” to any passersby letting them
    know what was freely being giving such a short distance
    off the busy pedestrian walkway. Now it is
    sufficient to be silent and let other keep these lists
    and acknowledge that other wanderers
    have also been here before, grateful for her generosity
    aware that more will come long here after I’m gone
    when, like this tree, I will not need to be shaded
    from above, but like her, live solely on the blue light
    pouring down from above, returning the kindness I had been
    given to all those still in need

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by Chris Clarke | July 18, 2022, 2:53 PM
  5. Since she wrote “A Love Letter to Trees”, this is my contribution from other girl tree-lovers:

    Girls Who Own Trees

    Branches wide as sleeping couches
    under drapes of mossy filigree
    suspended above the ground, we
    came alive in dappled greenery.

    A place of generation
    for creatures lucent of air
    destined for flesh,
    as trees grow bark

    For bones, trunks upright,
    as rippling leaves,
    windblown ribbons of hair

    Born and bred, small hearts,
    honed by handmade silken destiny,
    in the drum-beat rhythm
    of generation, slow mover,

    We were small when we
    came to consciousness
    as offspring of oaks, free climbers,
    sisters sheltered by wide canopies,

    Inveigled of acorn certainty,
    tree-spawned and browned,
    we weighed at last enough,
    to live upon the ground.

    Liked by 2 people

    Posted by ts19page | July 18, 2022, 9:58 AM

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