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Thursday, February 26, 2026

Poetry Sisters Write to an Arthur Sze Poem

This month's challenge was to write a poem inspired by or in conversation with one by our current U.S. Poet Laureate, Arthur Sze. I have to admit I'd never read any of his poetry, so in preparation for our Zoom meeting on Sunday, I spent quite a bit of time reading his work. Once I got deep into his work, I was then faced with the hard decision of choosing just one.

I finally selected the poem "Here." This is how it begins.

Here
by Arthur Sze

Here a snail on a wet leaf shivers and dreams of spring.
Here a green iris in December.
Here the topaz light of the sky.
Here one stops hearing a twig break and listens for deer.

Click here to read the poem in its entirety.

Instead of writing in response to the poem, I chose to use it as a mentor text. I put the lines of the poem on one side of a table, and then wrote lines in a similar style on the other side. I thought about starting my lines with the word "there," but instead went with "when."

Here's my poem, heavily inspired by Here.

When
When a snail grips the cold lip of a leaf and remembers warmth.
When a purple crocus insists on opening in January.
When the sky tilts and spills a thin copper light.
When you stop identifying sounds and listen for what moves between them.
When the craft of the ventriloquist lets silence speak.
When a pocket fills with stolen paper clips.
When the half-truth of an alibi almost believes itself.
When you step into an abandoned church and hear the whispers of a hymn.
When a dream of teeth and fur stills a body.
When a whale breaks the surface and the ocean forgets its weight.
When a motor dies and one oar and persistence are enough.
When tears flow on stage instead of lines.
When prayer becomes a posture rather than a plea.
When a palm holds feathers, shells, pebbles, seeds.
When fear sharpens everything it touches.
When you long for omniscience but find clarity and stillness.
When you live fully in the world.

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2026. All rights reserved.

You can read the poems my Poetry Sisters have written at the links below. 
Would you like to try the next challenge? We're tackling the poetic form of the ovillejo. You can learn more about this form at Writer's Digest. You’ve got a month to craft your creation(s), then share your offering with the rest of us on March 27th 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 Margaret Simon at Reflections on the Teche. Happy poetry Friday! 

11 comments:

  1. Tricia, I too, had read none of Sze's work until your post. I enjoyed his Here...poem, and I think I like your "When" even better. I like how you used many of the same things he saw in your poem. Wonderful read.

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  2. This gives me absolute shivers -- so many lines are just so unique and spot on. (The ventriloquist, which I remember from our Zoom, felt tricky to you! And the ocean forgetting its weight?!?!) This is the perfect example to me of why we use poetry prompts -- we write words we wouldn't have otherwise! Gorgeous gorgeous words.

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  3. Oooh, this is wonderful. I love the sky and the whale lines for their beauty. But there are also so many other lines that make me stop and think, in such a good way--the sounds, the alibi, the prayer... And the church line took me to memories of cathedrals where I swore I heard the ghost hymns. I found myself and my world in so many lines here, and it's a glorious poem. Hooray for mentor texts!

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  4. Beautiful, Tricia. Lots of intriguing images that draw you in.

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  5. Each line is a beauty on its own, but the way your final line sends me back into the poem to read again (and think of the tiny treasures in my own life) is brilliant! Love love LOVE this!

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  6. Gorgeous, Tricia! Such opening to the world and so many stories of resilience here, especially love the alliteration and power of "when prayer becomes a posture rather than a plea" because it makes me think of acceptance and gratitude, instead of trying to change what can't be changed. Thank you for this poem, the prompt, and for sharing your process!

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  7. I am reading this again and again. So many fabulous lines. I’d love to just steal one and see where it takes me. I can’t choose a favorite.

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  8. Many are the lines in this one which arrest the breath, but "When a motor dies and one oar and persistence are enough," and "When prayer becomes a posture rather than a plea," I'm holding especially close. May we persist to our destination, learning to lean on our one oar long enough to realize that the other oar is held, and we're not going in circles as we'd feared. ♥

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  9. Ah, nice, Tricia. I'm with Mary Lee; each line IS a beauty.

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  10. Love how you used Sze's work as a mentor text. Your lines are lovely.

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  11. This is beautiful, Tricia. I love Arthur Sze and you used his poem as a mentor piece in such an interesting and affecting way.

    I really, really love these lines:

    When the sky tilts and spills a thin copper light.

    When you stop identifying sounds and listen for what moves between them.

    When the half-truth of an alibi almost believes itself.

    When a whale breaks the surface and the ocean forgets its weight.

    When fear sharpens everything it touches.

    When you long for omniscience but find clarity and stillness.
    When you live fully in the world.


    What a tribute to his writing, and what a gorgeous original creation from you.


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