{pf: poetry peeps are desperately seeking sedokas}

Welcome to Poetry Friday!

Poetry Peeps! You’re invited to our challenge for the month of August! Here’s the scoop: If poetry is a love letter to readers, this month, we’re writing back. Using Nikki Giovanni’s “Talk to Me, Poem, I Think I Got The Blues” as a mentor verse, we’re writing poetry directly in conversation with a poem. Whether you talk back directly to Ms. Giovanni’s work, or choose another poems to pass notes to is up to you, as is length and form. Are you in? You’ll have a month to craft your creation(s), then share your offering on August 29th in a post and/or on social media with the tag #PoetryPals. We hope all of you will join the fun!

That screech you just heard is your girl sliding in to Poetry Fridayland just under the wire. I’m grateful it’s Friday, but I much prefer to have time to write a poem and ponder over it. It’s a Poetry On The Fly type of day, following a week of life-on-the-fly which included missing the Poetry Sisters meet-up, so please to bear with my scattered and mildly inarticulate writing-the-poem-right-now thing. Ah, well – the point is the exercise, no?

In “Asphodel, That Greeny Flower” William Carlos Williams, after many meandering lines, finally takes one of his more wonderful poetic turns when he says, “It is difficult / to get the news from poems / yet men die miserably every day / for lack / of what is found there.” The lack of “what is found there” is a breadth of unnameable, unknowable things, different for each person, but one specific thing that I know that people are dying from is from lacking understanding of how much the same we are. When we read poetry, we know that your experience and mine, though lived in different nations, under different stars, is the common stuff of humanity. (If politicians knew that and believed, surely they could legislate with mercy and justice, no?)

The Poetry Sisters’ “In Conversation” theme fits particularly well with the idea of shared human experiences communicated through poetry. I decided today’s Poetry Friday exercise would be to look very literally at the idea of it being difficult to get “the news” from poetry by looking at poetry through the lens of the news of the day. I tried to be very specific – the news needed to be from THE DAY – which for me meant the last twenty-four hours. There was quite a bit of local news that tempted me, but I chose a national story, one that is our latest national shame.

By now you’ll have heard of the latest executive order.

As a child, one of the next door neighbors worked with patient programs at a mental hospital. Petra didn’t talk about it much, until the state funding for the programs were cut under the 40th president when I was about nine or ten, and then we ALL heard about it. She was furious – and afraid of what would happen to the many, many people in need of care. That was my first experience of understanding that not every political decision was unanimous. Through her vociferous complaints I learned that there was no assumption of agreement just because everyone was an American.

Myriad people have myriad responses to the decisions made on behalf of Americans today. I put my responses in the form of sedokas, unrhymed poems made up of two three-line stanzas called katauta, because sedoka are comprised of a pair of katauta and each one may address the same subject from a different perspective. One of the most valuable things we can do is to see the news from multiple directions. This isn’t just an exercise in argument – the devil needs no advocates – but an extension of the idea of the commonality of experience. I used direct quotes from organizations and people quoted in news stories as the titles for these sedokas, and as a sort of date stamp of a particular bit of news from a particular point in time. I think this might actually be a difficult but satisfying National Poetry Month exercise – opening the paper (physical or digital), grabbing a headline or quotation, and writing sedoka that strive to experience the news from varying but complementary perspectives. Here are today’s efforts:

According to research from Charles Schwaub, 59% of
Americans are one paycheck from homelessness

I.

With walls closing in
exit raised hands and voices
this home is not a castle.

Flirt with disaster,
We sixty percent tease it
one wink away from homeless.

The UCSF Benioff Homeless and Housing Initiative reported in the LA Times that “contrary to common perception, only about 37% of homeless people were using illicit drugs regularly, and 25% said they had never used drugs. But drug use is far more prevalent among homeless people than in the general population. Just over 65% reported having regularly used at some point in their lives, and 27% had started after becoming homeless.”

II.
does it quiet them,
silence blame and confusion?
soften the teeth of the trap?

slumped on the sidewalk
we creep past with hesitance
perspective renders us mute.

“The National Homelessness Law Center strongly condemns today’s executive order, which deprives people of their basic rights and makes it harder to solve homelessness. …This order does nothing to lower the cost of housing or help people make ends meet. The safest communities are those with the most housing and resources, not those that make it a crime to be poor or sick. Forced treatment is unethical, ineffective, and illegal.” (WASHINGTON, D.C – July 24th, 2025)

III.
We teach kids consent,
to ask, to wait. Not assume
my way is the only way.

I do not consent
to terminating consent
To chaining our civil rights.

I’m eager to see what my participating Poetry Sisters and everyone else came up with this month. Tricia’s post is here. Mary Lee’s book review plus poem is right here. Michelle’s sedoka is here. Diane’s sun-positive sedoka is here. More Poetry Peeps might swing by with their sedoka and I’ll round ’em up here by the end of the weekend. Meanwhile, Marci is our Poetry Friday hostess today, and is probably far more organized than anyone around here, even with just getting back from a fabulous-looking writing retreat. Thanks, Marci!

There’s a lot more news to consider, but there’s also a time to close the paper, and go outside. Don’t forget to appreciate the things that you are fighting to preserve. Touch grass. Hydrate. Reach out to friends. And remember, you are loved.