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Thursday, August 28, 2025

Poetry Sisters Talk Back to a Poem

This month, our challenge was to talk back to a poem, specifically the poem "Talk to Me Poem, I Think I Got the Blues" by Nikki Giovanni. (Note that this link is to the only written version I could find, and it is incomplete and has a few errors.) Since this poem was performed at a Def Poetry Jam, you really must hear it, not just read it.

There's so much I love about this poem and this performance. I love how poem is a metaphor that stands in for a person, or a people. I love how sassy Giovanni is in her writing and delivery. That's the cue I took in thinking about my own poem. I'm not sure I've talked back to this poem as much as modeled mine on its form, but I had fun trying.

Let's Talk, Poem

Alone? I’ve always have company—
a choir of crickets,
a half-broke heart that won’t quit singing
and every secret I've never said out loud.

Jail? I ran the cellblock.
I etched myself on the walls,
traded verses for cigarettes,
made guards hum my lines
when they thought no one was listening.

Lost? I don’t get lost.
I wander.
I slip out the back door
hide in alleys of memory,
show up on a porch swing
when the singing begins.

Neglected? Maybe, but
I don’t sulk.
I'm aging like vinyl—
a bit scratched and dusty,
but drop the needle
and I still spin fine.

Plans? I don’t do plans.
I happen.
I crash parties,
steal the spotlight,
turn silence into fireworks.

Miss home? I am home,
whenever a tongue
dares to speak me out loud, 
So don’t come crying, baby.
You got the blues? 
I taught the blues how to sway.

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2025. All rights reserved.

You can read the poems my Poetry Sisters have written at the links below. A few folks are traveling this month, but they may pop up later with a poem.
Would you like to try the next challenge? We will be writing tritina. The tritina is composed of 3 tercets and a final line (envoi) that stands alone. Similar to a sestina, though shorter, it uses a set of 3 alternating end words instead of six. The form is: ABC / CAB / BCA / A, B, and C (final line/envoi). We are continuing to write poems around the theme of "in conversation." You’ve got a month to craft your creation(s), then share your offering with the rest of us on September 26th in a post and/or on social media with the tag #PoetryPals. We look forward to reading your poems! 

I hope you'll take some time to check out all the wonderful poetic things being shared and collected today by Karen Edmisten. Happy poetry Friday all!

7 comments:

  1. Love that sass, Boss Lady. You just a pile of sass and resource for a poem that's been a bit whiney. 'Choir of crickets' is a line I want to take with me and keep in my pocket for a while.

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  2. Oh, it's sassy all right! I can't pick a favorite: the unexpectedness of the "jail" line or the perfection of the "plans" stanza or that perfect last line. Fabulous, Tricia!

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  3. Oh, the voice here, Tricia -- soooo good!!! I read it aloud, obviously. I'm especially a fan of the plans stanza:
    I crash parties,
    steal the spotlight,
    turn silence into fireworks.

    Honestly, that's just perfection.

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  4. Oh, my GOOOOOOOODness, woman. Whew! This poem has SEEN some things, and I love the salty tone. My favorite stanza is the vinyl - you drop that needle, and any poem still spins juuuust fine. Indeed, poetry taught the blues to sway. I love this so much. NICE ONE!

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  5. I love this, Tricia! It's so hard to pick favorite lines, but I particularly love:

    Plans? I don’t do plans.
    I happen.

    and

    Miss home? I am home,

    This poem knows how to take command. :)


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  6. Tricia, fun poem. I love the tone and voice. Nothing will slow down this voice. That last line made me laugh!

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  7. Tricia, you got the sassiness working for you in this amazing poem. This line resonated with me: "I slip out the back door
    hide in alleys of memory". Perhaps, this is what I am doing lately. Those alleys of memory shy me away from contact with others at times. Teaching the blues how to sway is a fabulous way to end your poem.

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