NPM 2019 Day 30: Personal Ad for a Frog

It's hard to believe that April is coming to a close. The last poem I'm sharing is part of series of poems I am working on that resemble classified or personal ads.

Personal Ad for a Frog
Winter sleeper, spring peeper
Champion hopper, eyes copper
Log squatter, loves water
Bug catcher, heart snatcher
Eats flies, great thighs
Winner of the swimming prize
Better than those other guys
Pick me!

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2019. All rights reserved.


You can see all the poems I shared this month at NPM 2019 Original Poems.
Happy Tuesday all. I'm so glad you spent this month with me celebrating poetry. Since Friday is the first of a new month, I'll see you back here for another Poetry Sisters challenge.

NPM 2019 Day 29: Scenes From a Train

Today I'm sharing a poem I wrote for a 2008 challenge that required using the five words sky, knot, fork, wall, and rose, as well as either trumpet or bullet as the sixth word. I recently dusted this one off and revised it. 

Scenes From a Train
She imagined riding on a bullet train
not in this creeping coach filled with
the sounds of screaming kids,
strains of muffled music, and
buzz of constant chatter.

She stared out the window,
eyes locked on the swirl and
knot of a flock ascending--
an immense black wall of
feet and feathers, wings and wind.

When the sky grayed and opened,
she traced the heavy drops,
rolling in forked rivers and streams
down the glass.

Hours later, lulled by the hum of
steel wheels and whispered voices,
she nodded off and missed
the rose and orange sunset
that quietly followed the summer rain.

Unfazed by all these events,
large and small,
within and without,
the train traveled on.

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2008-2019. All rights reserved.


Happy Monday all. See you tomorrow for the wrap-up of National Poetry Month and one more original poem.

NPM 2019 Day 28: Acrostic Riddle

For more than 10 years I've been working on a series of riddle poems on animal collectives. I'm not sure why I've been stuck on this topic, but perhaps it's because I love words and collective nouns are a fascinating bunch of words. Here's one of the riddle poems, written as an acrostic.

Sticklike legs step and strut
Through tidal flats, mangrove swamps
Awash in pink and vermilion
Noisy honking keeps us together as we
Dig and forage for meals in the mud

Who are we?

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2017. All rights reserved.


My thought in writing these poems is that the collective noun would appear somewhere in the poem, along with clues to the animal. Once the reader turns the page, the animal would be revealed, along with some factual information.

For the above animal, you may be more familiar with the term flamboyance, but a group of these birds is also called a stand.

Image from article Beauty From the Bottom Up

Happy Sunday all. See you tomorrow for another original poem.

NPM 2019 Day 27: Spread the Love

Back in 2017 I was an authlete in the Madness! Poetry competition. My first round word was propagate and I wrote several poems before selecting one to submit. This is one of the poems I did not share.

Spread the Love

Like plants we snip and grow,
we should cultivate kindness,
redouble compassion and caring,
give smiles
in return for nothing.

Like seismic waves that ripple outwards
from the epicenter,
goodwill, charity, and mercy
should be granted
to everyone.

Why do we allow hate to spread?
Let’s choose to propagate love instead.

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2017-2019. All rights reserved.


Happy Saturday all. See you tomorrow for another original poem.

NPM 2019 Day 26: Prince's Lament

As I mentioned earlier in the month, I love to write poems based on fairy tales. Today I'm sharing one inspired by the story of the frog prince.

Prince’s Lament
    Be careful what you wish for. 
       You just might get it …

Curse broken
I was transformed
but I despise this life
(don’t get me started
on my wife)

Restricted in every way
I cannot breathe
or stretch
or hop
cannot eat or sleep
whenever I want

I long to be
refreshed in the pool
to cool in the shade
of the trees
to join the chorus of
song at dawn

Each day I leave the castle
in search of a witch
(a real one)
hungry for a new curse
to set me free

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2019. All rights reserved.


I do hope you'll take some time to check out all the wonderful poetic things being shared and collected today by Carol Varsalona at Beyond LiteracyLink. Happy poetry Friday friends! See you tomorrow for another original poem.

NPM 2019 Day 25: Jade monkey with peach

I traveled to Taiwan, China, and Tibet in 2007. While there, I bought jade figures for both my mother and father. For my mother I selected a hummingbird, for my father a monkey. After my father passed away, I wrote a lot of poetry about him. Here's one centered on that monkey that I've dusted off and revised.

Jade monkey with peach

A small jade monkey
holding a peach
sits on my mantle
just within reach
I often rub its smooth head
proud of the negotiation
skills that brought him
home from Tibet

Dueling calculators the
mode of communication
instead of words there were
head shakes
double takes
rolled eyes
threatened goodbyes
sighs of exasperation
then celebration

A gift for my father
this Chinese symbol
for longevity
that failed to fulfill
its destiny.

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2019. All rights reserved.


Happy Thursday all. See you tomorrow for another original poem.

NPM 2019 Day 24: Acrostic Poem

Because I love poetry and writing, they are often the subject of my poems. Today I'm sharing an acrostic on, what else, poetry!

Phrases imperfect, imprecise
Ordered and reordered
Endlessly
Turned and twisted end over end
Revised
Yet again

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2019. All rights reserved.


Happy Wednesday all. See you tomorrow for another original poem.

NPM 2019 Day 23: Inspired by the Dictionary

I am a word collector. I like to read the dictionary and thesaurus for fun. Sometimes I'm inspired by words I read and write a poem based on them. Here's one of those poems.

miz·zle - very fine, misty rain n.
   [from the Middle English mysell and Middle Dutch misel]

The skies are heavy
with woolen clouds
of gray that
do not dump or pelt
but fairly spritz
the earth
in a nebulous
fog of delicious
rain

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2009-2019. All rights reserved.


Happy Tuesday all. See you tomorrow for another original poem.

NPM 2019 Day 22: Book Spine Poem for Earth Day

For today's entry I culled my poetry shelves to create a poem for Earth Day.

Outside your window
red sings from treetops
land, sea, and sky
swirl by swirl
the Earth is painted green

Weather report?
sky magic
thunder underground

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2019. All rights reserved.

Book spine poem brought to you by:
Outside Your Window: A First Book of Nature by Nicola Davies
Red Sings From Treetops: A Year in Colors by Joyce Sidman
Land, Sea, & Sky: Poems to Celebrate the Earth by Catherine Paladino
Swirl by Swirl: Spirals in Nature by Joyce Sidman
The Earth is Painted Green: A Garden of Poems About Our Planet by Barbara Brenner
Weather Report by Jane Yolen
Sky Magic compiled by Lee Bennett Hopkins
Thunder Underground by Jane Yolen


Happy Monday all. See you tomorrow for another original poem.

NPM 2019 Day 21: Lunch Box Blues

Today I'm sharing another blues poem I wrote for my son when he was six. This grew out of my experience as a child with school lunches, which included healthy and unhealthy choices, and his very particular tastes. I should note that he'll be graduating this year after taking his lunch to school all 13 years. For most of those years he refused to eat bread, so his lunch meat was packed in neat little rolls. Some years he wanted carrots, while others it was cucumbers. The one constant through it all was a square of Ghirardelli dark chocolate.

Lunch Box Blues
I eat a brown bag lunch
in the dining hall at noon
a peanut butter sandwich
September through to June
That same old peanut butter
gonna’ send me to the moon
oh man I gotta’ say it
got the doggone lunch box blues!

No Lunchables in my sack
no sandwich made of Fluff
no Ho Hos, chips or candy
just the same old healthy stuff
That peanut butter sandwich
it’s gonna’ make me snap
oh man I gotta’ say it
got the doggone lunch box blues!

I know my Momma loves me
feeds me good stuff every day
grapes and cheese and carrots
a healthy food buffet
And yes, that peanut butter
looks like it’s here to stay
oh man I gotta’ say it
got the doggone lunch box blues!

I’d trade it all for junk food
like pizza or some fries
a chocolate covered pretzel
or non-vegetable surprise
You see that peanut butter
has lost all of its appeal
ain’t no other way to say it
got the doggone lunch box blues!

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2007-2019. All rights reserved.


Happy Sunday all. See you tomorrow for another original poem.

NPM 2019 Day 20: A Terzanelle

I've been playing around for a while with writing a villanelle, but it hasn't been working, so I took some of the lines I liked and put them into a terzanelle. A terzanelle is cross between a terza rima and a villanelle. It uses the villanelle’s form of five triplets and a quatrain with the interlocking rhyme scheme of the terza rima.

Inspired by Amy Ludwig VanDerwater's site Sharing Our Notebooks, and the recent workshop I gave entitled The Art and Science of Nature Journaling, I've been writing more poems in my nature journal. This poem is my first draft about the act of observing and journaling. It needs a lot of work, but it's a start.

Untitled Terzanelle
With a scientist’s eye and poet’s heart
nature’s recorded in fine detail
with words chosen carefully, journal as art

observe river and stream, hill and vale
note all that you hear, touch, smell and see
nature recorded in fine detail

sketch flora and fauna, that robin, that tree
stop for a moment to take it all in
note all that you hear, touch, smell and see

taking stock of the world lights a fire within
humbles the soul with such beautiful sights
stop for a moment to take it all in

sunset gives way to bright twinkling lights
the moon and the stars, all the heavens inspire
humble the soul with such beautiful sights

keep your eyes open, make time to admire
with a scientist’s eye and poet’s heart
the moon and the stars, all the heavens inspire
your words written carefully, journal as art

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2019. All rights reserved.


Happy Saturday all. See you tomorrow for another original poem.

NPM 2019 Day 19: Rainy Day Blues

Last week my social studies methods class engaged in a series activities designed to explore the events around the Dust Bowl. In using primary sources, we listened to the Woody Guthrie song Dust Bowl Blues. That got me thinking about blues poetry. (You can read more about it at Blues Poem: Poetic Form.)

When William was six I wrote a number of blues poems for him, among them poems entitled Lunch Box Blues and Bedtime Blues. Today I'm sharing another I wrote for him in the spring of 2007 and recently revised.

Rainy Day Blues

Clouds loomin' and thunder boomin'

skies grayin' and people sayin'

here come the rainy day blues.

Drops ploppin' and garden soppin'

puddles growin' and rivers flowin'

with rainy day blues.

Gutters spillin' and pools fillin'

ground seepin' and trees weepin'

with rainy day blues.

Hair drippin' and shoes squishin'

umbrella flyin' -- there's no denyin'

I got the rainy day blues.

Skies clearin' and sunshine nearin'

storms endin' with rainbow bendin'

no more rainy day blues!

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2007-2019. All rights reserved.

I do hope you'll take some time to check out all the wonderful poetic things being shared and collected today by Amy Ludwig VanDerwater at The Poem Farm. Happy poetry Friday friends! See you tomorrow for another original poem.

NPM 2019 Day 18: Ode to an Oriental Rug

Our first house in Richmond was a lovely little bungalow style house built in 1925. It had plaster walls, hardwood floors, and so much character.  Despite the absence of air conditioning and a dishwasher, I loved it. Just a few months before William was born, my in-laws gifted us with a rug. In large part, I believe this was because they didn't want our new baby crawling around on a bare floor. Instead of a thank you note, I wrote them a poem. I came across it recently while backing up my computer files. It's corny, but it was from the heart.

Ode to An Oriental Rug

I hate to wear slippers
as you both know
now we've a carpet
to warm my cold toes

The colors are lovely
the texture so lush
our living room now
oh, how we could gush!

Each day we observe it
and see something fun
a shade or a pattern
that's so finely spun

We imagine our baby
this time next year
crawling upon it
in full baby gear!

So lucky a child
who will get to explore
the home being lived in
on more than cold floors

You just can't imagine
how lucky we feel
to own such a prize
it doesn't seem real

Please visit us soon
you'll be happy to see
a warm cozy room
for the Hunt family

We can't thank you enough
for all that you do
whether gifts or advice
love always shines through

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2019. All rights reserved.


Happy Thursday all. See you tomorrow for another original poem.

NPM 2019 Day 17: Where Readers Come From

Here's another poem I wrote for the summer poetry swap in 2017. This poem was written for Jone MacCulloch of DeoWriter and Check It Out. Since Jone is a librarian (retired), I knew I wanted to write about readers or books. Using George Ella Lyon's poem Where I'm From as a mentor text, this is what I came up with.

Where Readers Come From
     (with apologies to George Ella Lyon)

Readers come from songs,
   from rhyme and finger play.
They come from recitation and repetition
    (all those Moo, Baa, La La La’s
   and Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See?)
They come from Sunday comics,
   cereal boxes and read alouds
   that feature character voices,
   sound effects,
   and mood lighting.
They come from independent bookstores and libraries,
  from authors and librarians.

They come from
   Once upon a time,
   happily ever after,
  “It was a dark and stormy night,” and
   “There was a hand in the darkness, and it held a knife.”
They come from Minli, Harriet, and Ramona,
   from Clementine, Omakayas, and Baby Mouse.
They come from Stanley Yelnats, Auggie Pullman, and Jackson Greene,
   from Jin Wang, Octavian Nothing, and Captain Underpants.
They come from Narnia, Middle Earth, and Hogwarts,
   from Panem, Redwall, and the Island of Berk.

Readers come from “It’s past your bedtime,”
  with flashlights under the covers
  turning page after page,
  racing to the end.

Readers come from letters strung into words
  and words arranged in a million different ways
  into stories that leave us
  gloomy or cheerful,
  quiet or agitated,
  exasperated or pleased,
  and every human emotion in between.

Under my pillow is a well-worn book
  pages bent
  cover crinkled.
I am from this book --
from all those that came before --
and all those yet to come.

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2017. All rights reserved.


Happy Wednesday all. See you tomorrow for another original poem.

NPM 2019 Day 16: A Poem on Time

Today I'm sharing a poem I wrote of draft of nearly 10 years ago for one of my weekly poetry challenges. The theme was time and I wrote about how quickly time seemed to be passing as I watched my son grow. Well, that son is now on the cusp of adulthood, preparing to graduate from high school, so it seemed appropriate to dust this one off and revise.

Untitled

On the day you entered this world
sand in the hourglass of life
dropped to the bare bottom
stacking grain upon grain
building a tiny hill.

Unable to flip the glass
(oh how I wish I could!)
I watch the hill grow taller.

I long to narrow the neck
slow the march of time
that steals childhood
propels you to eighteen.

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2019. All rights reserved.


Happy Tuesday all. See you tomorrow for another original poem.

NPM 2019 Day 15: A Watermelon Poem

While working on my poem for the Poetry Friday Anthology for Celebrations: Holiday Poems for the Whole Year in English and Spanish, I wrote a number of poems for August 3rd, which is National Watermelon Day. Here is one of the early drafts that I've played with a bit.

Untitled

from yellow flowers
sprouts a fruit
round or oval
green with stripes
   pick it
   eat it
when it’s ripe

hold a half-moon
in your hands
find the spot
just right to start
   bite it
   chew it
spit seeds out

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2014-2019. All rights reserved.


Happy Monday all. See you tomorrow for another original poem.

NPM 2019 Day 14: A Cartwheel Is a Poem

In December I wrote a list poem entitled How I Turned That Frown Upside Down. This was the last stanza.

I still whistle and read the funny pages
Still love a dog and walking barefoot
Just yesterday I stood on my head
I imagine a cartwheel isn't far behind

Today's poem is a follow-up to the last line of this poem.

A Cartwheel Is a Poem

don’t feel fifty-three
don’t see it in the mirror
will not act my age

think tall, toes pointed
muscle memory kicks in
smile through it all

morning on the beach
no better way to spend it
turning upside down

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2019. All rights reserved.

Happy Sunday all. See you tomorrow for another original poem.

NPM 2019 Day 13: Prefix Poem

Long ago I read a post at the blog How A Poem Happens. In it, poet Idra Novey shared her poem Trans and described its creation. In the poem she used the prefix trans- as the title of her poem and created sections that begin -late, -gress, -mogrify, -form, and -scend. 

I'm quite taken with this idea and have tried writing in this form a number of times. Today I'm sharing a prefix poem of my own.

Home

-town
Just a dot
on the map
I once claimed
Upstate NY
but that means
something different
in the five boroughs
now western NY
is mine

-grown
Like summer corn
I grew straight
and tall here
wandering  fields
catching snakes and fireflies
loving the freedom of pedaling
fast and rolling away from
newly fertilized fields

-sick
Nearly twenty-five years
in the south
and I’m still a
puzzle missing pieces

-coming
Mom still waits
for me
I’ve worn the roads
from here to there
and back again
wondering which trip
will be my last

-less
And then what will I do?

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2019. All rights reserved.


Happy Saturday all. See you tomorrow for another original poem.

NPM 2019 Day 12: Blackout Poem

Today I'm sharing a blackout poem I created from one of the earliest entries from the blog of The Julie/Julia Project. The entry I used was from Thursday, August 29, 2002 (which just so happens to be my birthday). It begins this way.

If you think I'm going to come home and cook a French meal after schlepping to Jersey, being labeled a soulless bureaucratic goon by an irate public, and schlepping back again via late-night public transit to my apartment in far Bay Ridge, all as an unpaid volunteer, just for your web-based entertainment, you're nuts.  

What I'd like to do instead is ruminate on the essential questions posed so inevitably by this here loony undertaking.

Here's my blackout poem. (You may need to enlarge the image to read it.)

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2019. All rights reserved.

I do hope you'll take some time to check out all the wonderful poetic things being shared and collected today by Irene Latham at Live Your Poem. Happy poetry Friday friends! See you tomorrow for another original poem.

NPM 2019 Day 11: Mirror

I have a great fondness for poems related to fairy tales. Here's a poem I wrote using Eve Merriam's poem "Apple" as a mentor text. The last stanza isn't as punchy as Merriam's, but I'm still working on this one.

Apple by Eve Merriam Apple, sweet apple, what do you hide? Wormy and squirmy, rotten inside. Apple, sweet apple, so shiny and red, taste it, don't waste it, come and be fed. Delicious, malicious; one bite and you're dead.

Mirror Mirror, dear mirror, what do you see? Choose now the fairest, let it be me. Mirror, wise mirror, voice so compelling, look into the future, my beauty foretelling. Mirror poor mirror, your future I see. If I’m not the fairest then shattered you’ll be. Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2019. All rights reserved.

Happy Thursday all. See you tomorrow for another original poem.