We’ve had buckets of rain in Michigan the past few weeks. I’m attempting to put in a large native-plant garden in our side yard that was torn up after our septic tank debacle this past winter (we had to have an entire new system installed…yikes.) After the septic tank and drain field were installed, we hired some dudes to remove rocks and add top soil to jump-start the transformation of our construction site. Unfortunately, lots of rocks remained and the new soil dried to concrete. The spousal unit rented a tiller to break up the concrete and we finally managed to start planting. Now it has turned to muck with a lake in the middle. But we’ve started adding loads of leaf mulch to improve the soil, I continue to add more plants, and in a few years we will hopefully have something beautiful!

Fortunately I have lots of native plants to divide from other gardens, and have been digging up some near the lake that are pre-adapted to our mucky soil. One of my favorites in called Queen of the Prairie, which grows in wet soil and blooms with tall tufts of fluffy pink flowers. Are you wondering what all this gardening has to do with poetry? Soon I will come to the point!

The other evening I spied a gray tree frog huddled on a leaf of the Queen of the Prairie plant that I intended to divide for the new garden. I sent a photo to my kiddos and decided not to disturb the frog. The older kid replied, it’s the queen of the prairie! When I went back the next day, the frog was still perched on her leaf. She inspired this poem:

Queen of the Prairie

Squat on her throne
her highness inspects her soggy kingdom:
     jeweled dewdrops, grassy swords,
     towering ferns, muck-filled moat.

She squints through rings of spangled gold--
side to side,
    front to back,
assured her realm is serene and calm.

No palace guards need
protect her warty crown--
her invisibility cloak shields her from harm

as she waits for the evening fanfare 
     of trilling suitors,
serenading her with song

to win the magical kiss
that transforms 
one lowly prince
      into splendid frog.
--Buffy Silverman 

I am looking forward to visiting your blogs and reading your Friday Poetry posts! Please leave your links here:

Today is my turn to add a line. We’ve been listening to the wise words of a dove for the last two lines, and there has previously been birding, binoculars, avian athletes and feathery lyrics. So I will continue the bird theme and let the sound of the mourning dove echo for another line.

The Land of Poetry

On my first trip to the Land of Poetry,
I saw anthologies of every color, tall as buildings.
A world of words, wonder on wings, waiting just for me!
Birding for words shimmering, flecked in golden gilding.

Binoculars ready, I toured boulevards and side streets
exploring vibrant verses, verses so honest and tender,
feathery lyrics, bright flitting avian athletes
soaring ‘cross pages in rhythmic splendor.

In the Land of Poetry, I am the conductor,
seeking oodles of poems that tug at my heart,
a musical medley of sound and structure,
an open mic in Frost Forest! Wonder who’ll take part?

There’s a pause in the program; no one takes the stage
the trees quiver, the audience looks up. Raven lands,
singing Earth’s message of the sage.
“Poetry in motion will be forevermore, from forests to sands.”

“Scatter,” she croaked. “Beyond Wilde Pond, to each and every beach.”
Meek Dove mustered courage and sang, “Instill humanity with compassion and peace.
Let Thackeray’s middle name, from this thicket, hearts reach!”

Her gentle coo-ooo-ooos reverberate, soft as fleece.

I’m happy to hand-off the poem to Irene Latham, the original mastermind of the progressive poem.

You can see where the poem has been and follow its continuing journey:

April 1 Tabatha Yeatts at The Opposite of Indifference
April 2 Cathy Stenquist at A Little Bit of This and That
April 3 Patricia Franz at Reverie
April 4 Donna Smith at Mainely Write
April 5 Janice Scully at Salt City Verse
April 6 Denise Krebs at Dare to Care
April 7 Ruth Hersey at There is no such thing as a God-forsaken town
April 8 Rose Cappelli at Imagine the Possibilities
April 9 Margaret Simon at Reflections on the Teche
April 10 Janet Clare Fagel at Reflections on the Teche
April 11 Diane Davis at Starting Again in Poetry
April 12 Linda Baie at Teacher Dance
April 13 Linda Mitchell at Another Word Edgewise
April 14 Jone MacCulloch at
April 15 Joyce Uglow at Storied Ink
April 16 Carol Varsalona at Beyond Literacy Link
April 17 Robyn Hood Black at Life on the Deckle Edge
April 18 Michelle Kogan at More Art for All
April 19 Kim Johnson at Common Threads
April 20 Buffy Silverman
April 21 Irene Latham at Live Your Poem 
April 22 Karen Edmisten
April 23 Heidi Mordhorst at my juicy little universe
April 24 Mary Lee Hahn at A(nother) Year of Reading
April 25 Tanita Davis at Fiction, instead of Lies
April 26 Sharon Roy at Pedaling Poet
April 27 Tracey Kiff-Judson at Tangles and Tails
April 28 Tabatha Yeatts at The Opposite of Indifference

Marcie Flinchum Atkins is hosting Poetry Friday today. In celebration of her new picture book, When Twilight Comes, Marcie asked bloggers to post a twilight photo with a twilight poem. The book’s birthday is this Tuesday, and I’m eager to read it (and wow–it’s earned three starred reviews!)

I often take our kayak out for a paddle on summer evenings and bring along my camera. I’ve been known to pursue great blue herons, osprey, and the occasional beaver as they cruise around our little lake. Last June I followed a pair of sandhill cranes that were parading through a thicket. The male eyed me carefully, and seemed to be leading me away from his mate. He inspired a short poem tonight:

Tanka in the Swamp

Stalking through loosestrife
he slowly lifts each long leg,
keeping his distance.
We dance in the fading light–
step, paddle, step, paddle, step.
–Buffy Silverman

As long as we’re on the subject of twilight, I’ll share a favorite spread from Starlight Symphony, my picture book that was published last year and I think would get along famously with When Twilight Comes.

Happy Poetry Friday! For more of this week’s poetry blogs, visit Marcie’s blog!

While swirling in the throes of uncertainty, I did not participate as much as I normally do in Laura Shovan’s February poetry challenge. But I did manage to write several poems. The theme this year was mysteries, and there were some wonderful prompts. I particularly enjoyed Marilyn Garcia’s challenge to take the lyrics of one of the Beatles’ Magical Mystery Tour songs and make them make sense. I’m not certain I’ve made sense of Strawberry Fields Forever, but it was a nice outlet to celebrate my good news and good health. Here’s my poem:

My sweetheart and I did take a moment to celebrate after my post-op appointment. (He doesn’t read my infrequent blog posts, so he’ll never know I shared this photo! But I hope he does know how much I appreciated his support.)

It’s misty and warm tonight in Michigan. The spring peepers serenaded us when we walked the hound this evening, and the smell of skunk perfumed the air. Spring is on its way! As is Poetry Friday–visit Karen Edmisten’s blog to read her “shimmering rainfall of words” and all of this week’s delicious poetry treats.

I hope you enjoyed a delicious meal with family and/or friends if you celebrated Thanksgiving yesterday. And speaking of family, I am thrilled to host my cousin Suzy Levinson today! I first “met” Suzy many years ago during Ed Decaria’s March Madness poetry competition. When I saw Suzy’s photo, she looked familiar and I wondered if we might be related (my dad’s mother was a Levinson.) A couple of years later Suzy and I were making introductions in an online poetry group and I asked if she was related to a Levinson that I recalled. Suzy phoned her dad, who wondered if I was Ruth and Lester’s daughter (affirmative!) and confirmed that we are indeed 2nd cousins, once removed. Does that count as family? I’m going to say yes!

In addition to being my Levinson cousin, Suzy is an award-winning children’s author and poet. Her work has been featured in numerous poetry anthologies and magazines, including Highlights and Cricket. She is the author of two picture book–length poetry collections, Animals in Pants (Abrams) and Dinos That Drive (Tundra Books), and she has more children’s books on the way! We have not yet shared a Thanksgiving or any other table, but Suzy graciously agreed to answer a few questions about writing her wonderful poetry collections. I hope you enjoy Suzy’s answers as much as I did, and that you check out her poetry.

The premise of your new poetry collection, DINOS THAT DRIVE, combines two highly appealing topics for young children. Pulling these two favorite subjects together is pure magic. How did you land on that combination?

The idea was first sparked when I bought my nephew this crazy-looking set of dino-head cars for his birthday. As I clicked “buy,” the title DINOS THAT DRIVE popped into my head and I thought, “Hmm, interesting.” First of all, taking two incongruous things and smooshing them together was already one of my go-to moves for manufacturing new book ideas. Dinos and cars…not bad! Then there was the title: DINOS THAT DRIVE—pow! I’ve noticed that when snazzy titles just present themselves like that, it’s usually a good sign that I should keep going, delve further.

Speaking of magical combinations, your first poetry collection, ANIMALS IN PANTS features (ready for a surprise, reader?) animals wearing pants. Is combining two unrelated themes the Secret Suzy Sauce?

Yeah, although it’s no secret—I never stop yammering on about it! If I’m stuck for ideas, I’ll hop over to Tara Lazar’s things-that-kids-like list and juggle items around, hoping some magic combination switches on the old light in the attic. Of course, this method doesn’t always work. Sometimes I land on what I think is the perfect combo, only for the collection to start fizzling a few poems into the drafting process. Writing’s a tricky business!

I think the true secret sauce these days is just remembering that picture books (whether or not they’re poetry collections) are tough sells, and that publishers really want to know how they’re going to market the thing. So along with good writing and authentic expression, I do consider hooks more than I used to. What’s going to lead someone to grab my book off the shelf, rather than the gazillion other books they have to choose from? What would’ve caught my eye when I was a kid? What feels fresh and FUN?

In addition to brilliant, humorous poetry, DINOS THAT DRIVE includes nonfiction sidebars presented as a conversation between a fact-spewing triceratops and a wise-cracking sidekick (is she a pterodactyl!?)  How did you land on that kid-friendly formula? And how difficult was it to pare down the dino-info to one cool fact?

Truth be told, I didn’t pare down much. Once I found one fact to tie each dinosaur to each vehicle, I was off to the races (so to speak). I think nearly all the poems in DINOS are simply me explaining the internal logic behind each pairing: why does Triceratops need to drive a roof-less jeep? Why did Spinosaurus buy that riverboat? How do all those Aquilops fit in an RV? If there were no cool facts, there’d be no cool poems!

As far as the conversation aspect goes, I wrote it after I sold the collection. My original manuscript just included facts at the bottom of each page. But then my wonderful editor suggested I give them a little more zing. After stewing awhile, I realized ah-ha! Two dinos could present the facts in speech bubbles! I love writing dialogue, so I had a lot of fun with it. And Dustin Harbin’s illustrations of the little dinos are so cute. Yes, one’s a pterodactyl…in cowboy boots!

These two characters also help bring an arc to your collection. I remember hearing Lee Bennett Hopkins say (and I’m paraphrasing from a memory of him speaking remotely at a conference many years ago, so I apologize if this isn’t exactly correct) that the arrangement of the poems in a collection is like another poem itself. Tell us about the challenge of arranging the poems in DINOS THAT DRIVE into a cohesive whole that is more than the sum of its parts.

Oy. Big question, cuz! One of the greatest challenges of writing a poetry collection is not having a traditional story arc to push things along. So yeah, strategic arrangement is key! Logical groupings help; the water vehicles going together in DINOS, for instance. A logical overall progression, if you can swing it: city-to-country perhaps, or day-to-night.

As far as rhyme scheme, meter, and number of lines go, it’s important to vary things up from poem to poem, just to avoid things sounding monotonous, flat. At the same time, I think it’s important to maintain a consistency of tone throughout the book. Writing a PB-length poetry collection is about creating a singular world, with a singular vibe, so a sharp shift in tone could feel confusing, even jarring for the reader. We don’t want that!

Having written a few collections, I’ve learned to love intro and outro pieces. Even if they’re simple, they can give the collection some shape. In DINOS, the titles of the intro and outro are linked: “Dinos…Going?” and “Dinos…Gone!” Subtle but intentional, bringing things full circle.

Then there are the four T. Rex poems I’ve peppered throughout DINOS. With their series-like titles (“Car-nivore: Part 1,” “Car-nivore: Part 2,” etc.), their consistent rhyme scheme and meter, the dino kids’ building fear of T. Rex over the course of the collection, and the satisfying conclusion, I’ve hopefully managed to create a touch of an arc there, a smidge of forward momentum.

Whew! I probably missed some stuff. Clearly, I could go on and on about arrangement and arc. Long story short, Lee Bennett Hopkins said it perfectly!

Pretend that you are speaking to a class of poetry-inclined elementary school kids. What poetry prompt might you offer? (Readers, if you take the challenge and leave a draft in the comments, I’ll be glad to add your poems to the end of this post.)

This certainly isn’t my expertise, as I’ve only done one school visit ever (mere weeks ago!), but here’s the activity I presented to those kids (grades K-2):

My (type of dinosaur) drives a (vehicle) to (a place).

What happens next?

Each kid gets to fill in their own Mad Libs–style worksheet, with the help of a word bank, then draw a fun picture. And I challenge the older kids to take it a step further, to imagine what happens next. So it’s not exactly a poetry prompt, more of an overall storytelling prompt.

I think it’s important to remind kids that if they ever daydream, or play pretend, or make up little songs or stories for their stuffies or action figures or siblings, then they’re already writers! Making stuff up is what it’s all about, and no one can make up a story exactly like they can!

What can we look forward to from my brilliant cousin Suzy in the future?

Well, my more brilliant cousin Buffy, I have a few new projects on the horizon: one poetry PB with Tundra Books (A YEAR IN CLOWN TOWN), one rhyming picture book with Macmillan/Balzer + Bray (SALVADOR SNAKE: LOOKING FOR LOVE), and one cool board book that I guess I’m not supposed to talk about since it hasn’t been announced yet. They all come out in 2027, I think? I’m so excited, I can’t believe it. I’m pinching myself daily!

And I’m always grinding away at new stuff. You know, throwing spaghetti at the wall, hoping something will stick. Collections, picture books…I’m even trying a novel-in-verse, eek!

Thanks for having me on your blog, cuz! I still remember the day I joined Poets’ Garage and we realized we were related. It felt like the universe was saying that this children’s poetry thing might be the right path for me, after all.

Thank you, Suzy! And thank you poetry writers and lovers for reading our conversation. I look forward to visiting your blogs today. Please leave your links here:

I am trying to get back on the proverbial horse and commit to a more regular writing schedule. There are a few practices that usually help me be more productive. First is a deadline, especially one imposed by the outside world. Second is scheduling writing days with friends–I feel too guilty to not write when I see my comrades hard at work! And finally, perusing a stack of new books at my local library or previewing those that land in my inbox usually gets my wheels turning. What helps motivate you to keep writing? I welcome your suggestions in the comments!

I’ve recently previewed two upcoming titles and would like to share them today. I hope they will offer some inspiration to you and to me! Both are books that make me see what’s possible and that I will use as mentor text for my own writing. The first is Flurry, Float, and Fly! by Laura Purdie Salas. The second is Wonder Why by Lisa Varchol Perron, an author who might be less familiar to the Poetry Friday community. Both are lyrical STEM titles for younger readers–written with deceptively simple language that is not simple to write.

Flurry, Float, and Fly explains a winter snowstorm in language that appeals to a young child–accurate but not overwhelming. Consider how the text masterfully slips in the jet stream:

High above the winter land,
the jet stream flows–
a narrow band
whose roaring, gusting winds divide
and pull in air from either side.

The developing storm continues:

Crystals form, flakes form, snow falls and falls until “Snowflakes sing a lullaby/ in notes that flurry, float, and fly.” The gorgeous illustrations show animals curled and sleeping. Then the next day the fun begins and kids play! Back matter further explains the science of snow and the formation of flakes. I love how the book captures both the wonder and science of a winter storm.

Wonder Why asks kids’ questions about natural phenomena and answers them from unique viewpoints–the phenomena provide the explanations. The sky explains why it’s blue, the wind explains why it blows, the rain why it storms, the rainbow explains its arc. Here is the cloud answering a question about its dark gloom:

This is another title that infuses science with wonder–and that’s a winning combination in my opinion! Again, back matter gives clear and more thorough information for curious kids. I hope you’ll ask for both of these titles at your library.

Mary Lee has put out a call for Poetry Friday hosts for July-December. Please sign up here. Add your blog link below, then enjoy visiting today’s poetry blogs. Happy reading!

I love that these workshops include time to write. Since a lunchtime session doesn’t include much time to brainstorm a topic, I relied on a story taking place outside my window. We’ve had regular visits of trumpeter swans recently. Usually they are in pairs or in family groups from the previous season. But I’ve noticed a solo swan this past week, and thinking about that lone swan inspired this draft of a narrative poem:

Third Wheel

I dip my black beak. Drip, drip, drip.
Ripples course through my reflection
gilding my neck, 
handsome, sleek.
Who could resist my strong white wings,
beating, splashing?

Not her.
She’s flying near.
Hear her sweet trumpet. 
Feel the wind of her wings.
Smell the scent of pondweeds tangled on toes
as she splash-lands into the pond.

I rear up--
Wings spread,
body stretches skyward.
Water beads down my glorious neck.
Sunlight blazes, 
turning feathers into gold.

And then he appears--
Adonis on powerful wings,
splashing,
striking.
My trumpet thunders.
Choose me! Choose me!

She turns away.
Follows him.
They bob their necks 
up and down 
up and down
lift off into the sky.

I dip my bleak beak. Drip, drip, drip.
Ripples course through my reflection
blurring my neck--
spindly, lean.
My wings beat--
sloppy, soggy,

alone on the pond.
--Buffy Silverman

Irene is our Poetry Friday host today. Hop on over to Live Your Poem for the roundup!

Welcome to the progressive poem!  Each year during the month of April, the kidlit poetry community comes together to create a poem, with each blogger contributing one line before handing it off to the next intrepid poet. The progressive poem was originally the brain-child of Irene Latham, and now Margaret Simon organizes this effort. Thanks to both of you!

So far our poets have used their brushes to paint a perfect spring day. I love all the visual, painterly words of the first stanza. I was happy that Denise hurried us outside, in the middle of all that springtime glory, as she started the second stanza with a quicker beat. So where to go next? Since the first stanza celebrates the visual and the plant kingdom, I think I will add in another sense and notice some animals. Here’s the poem to date, with my line in bold:

Open an April window
let sunlight paint the air
stippling every dogwood
dappling daffodils with flair

Race to the garden
where woodpeckers drum

And now it’s Jone Rush MaCulloch’s turn to add a line. I hope you’ll follow the progressive poem’s journey throughout the month. Click on the links below to travel along with our April poem!

• April 1 Linda Mitchell at A Word Edgewise
• April 2 Tricia Stohr-Hunt at The Miss Rumphius Effect
• April 3 Robyn Hood Black at Life on the Deckle Edge
• April 4 Donna Smith at Mainely Write
• April 5 Denise Krebs at Dare to Care
• April 6 Buffy Silverman 
• April 7 Jone Rush MacCulloch
• April 8 Janice Scully at Salt City Verse
• April 9 Tabatha Yeatts at The Opposite of Indifference 
• April 10 Marcie Flinchum Atkins
• April 11 Rose Capelli at Imagine the Possibilities 
• April 12 Fran Haley at Lit Bits and Pieces
• April 13 Cathy Stenquist
• April 14 Janet Fagel at Mainely Write
• April 15 Carol Varsalona at Beyond LiteracyLink
• April 16 Amy Ludwig VanDerwater at The Poem Farm
• April 17 Kim Johnson at Common Threads
• April 18 Margaret at Reflections on the Teche
• April 19 Ramona at Pleasures from the Page
• April 20 Mary Lee at A(nother) Year of Reading
• April 21 Tanita Davis 
• April 22 Patricia Franz
• April 23 Ruth at There’s no such thing as a Godforsaken town
• April 24 Linda Kulp Trout 
• April 25 Heidi Mordhorst at My Juicy Little Universe
• April 26 Michelle Kogan 
• April 27 Linda Baie at Teacher Dance
• April 28 Pamela Ross at Words in Flight
• April 29 Diane Davis at Starting Again in Poetry
• April 30 April Halprin Wayland at Teaching Authors

Looking for more April poetry? Check out Jama Rattigan’s 2025 National Poetry Month Kidlitosphere Events Roundup. 

The book features a wide variety of rainbows, including those made by light and water, those found on animals and plants, rainbows in rocks, and even rainbows in space. The poems on each topic are written by many of my (and your!) favorite kidlit poets and showcase a variety of poetic forms. Each poem is accompanied by an easily-understood sidebar that explains the science behind the different rainbows. Jamey Christoph’s dazzling illustrations enhance the poems. This is a wonderful book to bring poetry and science together for a classroom or home library. And I imagine it will inspire some creative kids to observe rainbows in nature and to try writing rainbow poems of their own.

The best way for me to introduce the book is to offer a sneak peak at a few spreads. It’s hard to choose just a few, as each is quite wonderful! But choose I must, so here goes. I apologize that my phone-camera shots do not focus on the illustrations–I focused on the words and you’ll have to read the book to enjoy the illustrations. The book opens with the magic of discovering a rainbow in “The Saturday of No” by Nikki Grimes:

Several more poems about light phenomena follow, including “Along the Zambezi,” a pantoum by Joyce Sidman. The repetition makes me feel like I’m watching the brief magical moment of a moonbow over a waterfall. I had no idea that there was such a thing as a nighttime rainbow, but thanks to the sidebar, I now know all about moonbows!

I was surprised to find poems about rainbow-colored plants and animals in the book, and greatly enjoyed this section. “Rainbows in a Cage,” a triolet by Marilyn Singer, is especially haunting.

And finally the book leaves our earthly rainbows and looks beyond, to rainbow nebulas. “Garden of Stars” makes a fitting ending for captivating a reader’s curiosity and wonder.

A Universe of Rainbows launches on April 1st. It’s a collection you’ll want to ask for at your library or bookstore.

We all need some good news these days, so I’ll share my news of the week. STARLIGHT SYMPHONY was included on the 2025 Children’s Book Center (CCBC) Choices — Poetry list. Hooray! And if you’re looking for poetry to read today, Denise has today’s Poetry Friday roundup, and a poetic plea to make liberty raucous!

Thirteen Ways of Looking at Procrastination (an apology poem for Robyn, with thanks 
to Wallace Stevens) 

I
Among the pile of unfinished tasks,
The one that tore my soul
Was the poetry-swap poem for Robyn. 

II 
I was of three minds,
Like a blank page
In which there are three imaginary poems. 

III
The unwritten poem whirled in the background of my day.
It was a small part of the pantomime of being a writer. 

IV
Facebook and sudoku
Are one.
Facebook and sudoku and a week up north
Are one. 

V
I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of Robyn’s poem for me not yet written
Or the beauty of innuendoes,
The busy writer with assignments
That no one need know were completed seven days ago. 

VI
Would icicles fill the study window
Before the summer swap poems were written?
The shadow of procrastination
Grows when Robyn’s poem arrives.
The joy of her gift
Traced with guilt
A decipherable cause. 

VII
O idling writer of Augusta
Why do you imagine golden words?
Do you not see how the page
Still blank dances with rhythm
Of the writers before you? 

VIII
I know about spiders and webs
And nimble, unpredictable rhymes;
But I know, too,
That frittering delay is involved
In what I know. 

IX
When the excuses flew out of sight
The words marked the end
Of the empty screen. 

X
At the sight of stanzas
Crowing in black and white,
Even the mistress of procrastination
Would cry out sharply. 

XI
She rode to Beaufort in a manila envelope.
Once, a fear pierced her,
In that she mistook
The lateness of her words
For ineptitude. 

XII
The neurons are firing.
The missive will soon be flying. 

XIII
It was easier to write than to delay.
It was sunrise
And it was going to glow.
The words poured
From the writer’s pen.
--Buffy Silverman, July 2014 

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I’m still not sure I understand “Thirteen Ways.” But the language is lovely, and it was fun to revisit my attempt at imitation!

For more poetry goodness, be sure to visit Live Your Poem where Irene has this week’s Poetry Friday roundup, and a peek at her and Charles’ new anthology, THE MISTAKES THAT MADE US. I am looking forward to reading this new treasure!