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Showing posts with label poetry 7. Show all posts

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! 

Friday, January 30, 2026

Poetry Sisters Write TriCubes

Phillip Larrea is an American poet and syndicated columnist. He invented a poetic form he calls TriCubes. Tricubes are poems composed of three stanzas, each containing three lines of three syllables. This was the form my poetry sisters and I took on as this month's challenge.

This year, we have no theme to hang our poems on, so we are free to write on any topic. I began by drafting poems related to the lunar new year. Then I turned to the snow, my dog, and baking. The biggest hurdle in writing these poems was making them sound and feel poetic. Three-syllable lines are a challenge. I liked what some of the drafts were trying to do, but they felt choppy and unfinished. I finally turned to writing a series of three-syllable lines on related topics and tried to rearrange them into coherent poems. That approach didn't really work. In the end, I found the first poems I wrote to be the best of the bunch.

Tricube for the Year of the Horse

New year dawns
doors open
luck enters

kin gather
to honor
ancestors

lanterns rise
wishes fly
like horses


Tricube for the Lunar New Year

two moons past
the winter
solstice eve

the new year 
welcomes spring
and the horse

hooves thunder
hearts gallop
luck runs wild


Block Printing Tricube

printmaker
sees art in
black and white 

lines and curves
gouged and cut
inked and rolled

paper smoothed
breathe and lift
image blooms

Poems ©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 writing poems in response to a poem (any poem, you choose!) written by the current U.S. Poet Laureate, Arthur Sze. You’ve got a month to craft your creation(s), then share your offering with the rest of us on February 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 Amy Ludwig VanDerwater at The Poem Farm. Happy poetry Friday! 

Thursday, December 25, 2025

Poetry Friday is Here!

No matter which holiday you are celebrating this season, I wish you peace and light.

I am happy to host this last Poetry Friday of the year on a day when my poetry sisters and I have written to another challenge. This month, we were not locked into form, but theme, writing on the theme of peace, light, or hope.

I've been thinking of my mom lately, and all moms who deal with the chaos of the season. I wanted to write about finding peace in the midst of that chaos. I settled on the form of a sonnet. I had trouble choosing my favorite couplet to end it, so I'm sharing both.

Untitled Sonnet
When Christmas comes with drums and clanging cheer
the house becomes a stage for wild delight
the bells, the lists, the shouts of “Mom, come here!”
begin at dawn and echo through the night

The children shout, the playlist never ends
the oven groans beneath a sugared load
each hour invents three tasks it swiftly sends
to me alone, patrol of hearth and road

I crave sweet peace—a chair, a steaming cup
a door that stays untouched for sixty beats
I’d trade one present just to drink it up
in silence all alone and off my feet 

Yet when night falls and all the clamor ends
I laugh—this noise is love, my loudest friend

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

Here is the second couplet I wrote to end the sonnet. Which do you like better? 

Yet when night falls and all the sounds depart
I miss the noise that fills my tired heart

You can read the poems my Poetry Sisters have written at the links below.

We will be writing to 12 new challenges next year. We meet in early January to make our poetry plan. As soon as we have a January challenge, we'll share it with you so you can join in the fun.

I will be hitting the road before the sun comes up tomorrow to drive to western NY to visit family. That means I won't be around to visit your blogs and read your poems until late in the day or over the weekend. Rest assured that I will stop by!

Please join the Poetry Friday party by leaving your link below, and don't forget to leave a comment to let us know you're here. Happy poetry Friday, friends!  

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Thursday, October 30, 2025

Poetry Sisters Tackle the Burning Haibun

This month, the poetry sisters faced the challenge of the burning haibun. A burning haibun is composed of at least three parts—a prose poem, an erasure of that prose poem, and a haiku derived from an erasure of the previous erasure. PHEW! What I found most difficult about this form is the requirement that each erasure represents something different from the section that came before. 

You can read more about the form at Writing from the Ashes: On the Burning Haibun and Writing Prompt: Burning Haibun.

I have written haiku and blackout poems, but I have never written a prose poem. That's where this needed to start. I also tried to keep our theme of "in conversation" in mind, but I'm not sure the use of the word voices manages to get me there. Either way, this was a tough challenge, so I am happy to have a draft to share. The image shows the erasure that created the second poem. Below the image you can read the poem without the blackout. I like both forms, but for different reasons. There's something startling about seeing the earasure as part of this burning down of poetry.

On Resilience: A Burning Haibun

The ninth month burns at both ends. Morning arrives too soon, light spilling like fever across the asphalt. I run because not running feels heavier. The ground hums beneath me, a living pulse of heat and dust. I think of orbit, of repetition—how the earth returns to the same place and calls it new.
The body remembers what the mind resists. Each mile a small defiance, each footfall a kind of prayer. Autumn waits behind the curtain, still painting her leaves. The air burns, clings to summer’s breath, unwilling to let go.
Voices crescendo and pass me—strangers, certain, unbroken. I am neither fast nor sure. I am only moving, carrying the weight of my own doubt. The finish line is not a place but a threshold—thin, invisible, already inside me.
The sun watches everything. I keep running toward the part of myself that does not quit.

Morning arrives
the pulse of repetition
the earth remembers
resists defiance
each prayer clings to me
certain, unbroken
carrying the doubt 
inside me

The sun watches everything
that does not quit


morning remembers
each prayer, certain, unbroken
the sun does not quit

Burning Haibun ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2025. 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 writing poems inspired by something overheard. You’ve got a month to craft your creation(s), then share your offering with the rest of us on November 28th 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 Jone Rush MacCulloch. Happy poetry Friday all! And Happy Halloween!

Friday, September 26, 2025

Poetry Sisters Write Tritina

This month's challenge was to write in the form of the 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: 123 / 312 / 231 / 1, 2, 3 (final line/envoi).

Our theme for the year is "in conversation." The last time we wrote to this form (May 2016 if you want to check them out), we generated a list of words and selected our end words from the communal list. We didn't do that this time around, and I found not having words to work with made the challenge a lot harder.

Given our charged political times, I wanted to write about political conversations, but that didn't go well. I wrote a lot of really terrible poems before finally settling on the subject of secrets and whispering. After some thought and numerous revisions, I have two drafts. I wrote at least 10 different envois for version 1, and didn't like any of them. I tried some new end words and found that I like version 2 much better.

The Telephone Game - Version 1
The message starts with just a whisper
children gather close to listen
as words twist and spark a laugh

The meaning bends and others laugh
as words are passed along in a whisper
each eager ear strains to listen

The end of the line waits to listen
excitement growing with every laugh—
but the truth slips by, lost in a whisper

Children at play whisper, listen, laugh—making indelible memories


The Telephone Game - Version 2

A secret phrase shared in a whisper
from lips to ear, heads bend
together in the telephone game

Truth unravels in the game
laughs punctuate every whisper
meaning shifts as words bend

Children in the circle wait to bend
their neighbor's ear in a game
carried forward whisper by whisper

In every whisper, truth bends to shape the game

Poems ©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're writing burning haibun. You’ve got a month to craft your creation(s), then share your offering with the rest of us on October 31st 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 Amy VanDerwater at The Poem Farm. Happy poetry Friday all!

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!

Friday, July 25, 2025

Poetry Sisters Write Sedoka

The challenge this month was to write sedoka. The sedoka is a Japanese poetic form that is an unrhymed poem made from a pair of katuata. A katuata is a three-line poem with the syllable count of 5 / 7 / 7. Generally, a sedoka addresses the same subject from different perspectives. Sometimes the first stanza asks a question, and the second stanza answers it. Given our theme of "in conversation," this form was a good choice for this year. 

I tried a lot of topics before I settled on fireflies (I love sitting outside on summer nights watching them) and secrets. Here are my poems.

Fireflies Version 1
Flickers in the dusk—
do they dance to call the stars
or to keep darkness at bay?

Each light holds a song
brief as breath and just as bright
meant for one who understands.

Fireflies Version 2
Why do fireflies glow
in the hush of summer fields
whispering through blades of grass?

They carry twilight—
tiny lanterns of longing
searching for a name in light.

Secrets Version 1
Where do whispers go
when they slip between closed lips
heavier than spoken words?

They sink in the dark
curling into hidden rooms
soft as breath behind a door.

Secrets Version 2
Why do secrets burn
even when they are not told
coiled quiet beneath the skin?

They are living things—
shadows that forget to sleep
feeding on the fear of light.

Poems ©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're talking back to a poem, any poem of your choosing, using Talk to Me, Poem, I Think I Got The Blues by Nikki Giovanni as a mentor poem. You’ve got a month to craft your creation(s), then share your offering with the rest of us on August 29th 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 Marcie Flinchum Atkins. Happy poetry Friday all!

Friday, June 27, 2025

Poetry Sisters Write Raccontinos

This month the challenge was to write a raccontino. The first time I saw this form was in the Helen Frost verse novel Spinning Through the Universe: A Novel in Poems from Room 214 (2004). This was released in an updated form in 2016 as Room 214: A Year in Poems.

A raccontino is a form that follows these rules:

  • composed of couplets (any number)
  • even-numbered lines share the same end rhyme
  • the title and last words of the odd-numbered lines tell a story

I wrote a raccontino in April as part of my National Poetry Month project. That poem was based on a proverb. Having the end words of the story in place made it easier to write the full poem. That is the approach used this time as well. I tried a number of different storylines. These two are my favorites.

Rules

patterns and stitches were
followed with precision true

each knit and purl carefully made
as needles clicked and flew

grandma taught me to
craft love in vibrant hues

but creative license will be
an urge hard to subdue

when rules are broken
imperfections will shine through

My second poem uses a quote from Claude Monet as the story.

I Would Like to Paint
 
with colors wild as the
sea, joining in delight
 
lines and curves that bend a-way
and back again to unite

bold shapes. The finished canvas holds a
field with one red kite

in the sky like a bird
soaring in its flight.

With bold strokes it sings
praise to summer sunlight.

Poems ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2025. 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 writing sedoka. You can learn more about the 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 July 25th 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 our pal Tanita. Happy poetry Friday all!

Friday, May 30, 2025

Poetry Sisters Writen Golden Shovels

Hello Poetry Friday friends! I took the month of May off (mostly) after posting daily for National Poetry Month. If you didn't see my poems, I spent April writing poems in "different" or uncommon poetic forms on a variety of topics.. You can find all the poems written this month on the page NPM 2025 - Uncommon and Unusual Forms

I also shared these poems on my Instagram, which is a good place to view them all in one place. Here's a snapshot of some of the poems.

This month the challenge was to write a golden shovel using a line from the Elizabeth Bishop poem Letter to N.Y. I chose two different lines and wrote poems about Paris. 

In dreams, I wander Paris, taking
midnight strolls, watching cabs
trundle over bridges in
the city's heart. In the
café's glow, the middle
notes of an accordion sing of
romance under the
glow of streetlamps painting the night.

In Paris, residents wake on one
quiet street, whispering secrets to every side
of the Seine. Sleepy facades of
café windows reflect dawn as the
city stirs. Charming old buildings
ooze romance. The day rises
to meet new dreams, unfolding with
tenderness and hope, as the 
young and old eagerly greet the sun.

Poems ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2025. 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 writing the raccontino, a form I was introduced to in a Helen Frost verse novel. You can find information on the form and an example in this document. You can use this raccontino worksheet from Helen Frost as a guide. You’ve got a month to craft your creation(s), then share your offering with the rest of us on June 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 Karen Edmisten.

Friday, April 25, 2025

NPM 2025 - Poem 25

For National Poetry Month this year, I am writing poems in uncommon, unusual, or inventive poetic forms. I'm deviating a bit from that today as I join my poetry sisters in writing a poem to a vintage photograph. 

I have so many great photographs of my grandparents and great grandparents, as well as photos my father took while stationed in Hawaii during the war that I had a hard time choosing. On Sunday, when we met, I selected photos, but my writing was too messy and I wasn't happy with the free verse I'd written. When I selected a form, everything fell into place. I love triolets, so that's what I went with. triolet is an eight-line poem with a tightly rhymed structure and repeated lines. Here is the form.

line 1 - A
line 2 - B
line 3 - A
line 4 - line 1 repeated
line 5 - A
line 6 - B
line 7 - line 1 repeated
line 8 - line 2 repeated

You can read an example and learn more about this form at Poets.org.

This first photo is of my grandfather. 

When I saw this, I wondered where my grandmother was. I imagine she was off in the kitchen cooking or cleaning, so this poem is about the two of them.

While Grampa Sleeps
In dreams, he finds his gentle rest 
while she, through toil, must bear the day 
a world where labor's lines are pressed
In dreams, he finds his gentle rest
her hands, though weary, still invest
in keeping house, the mess at bay
In dreams, he finds his gentle rest
while she, through toil, must bear the day

My second poem is written to a photograph of the art on a WWII plane. My father had an album of photographs from his time stationed in Hawaii during the war. We never knew it existed until after his death. The war was something he never discussed. The album had several pages of nose art, most sporting half-naked pin-up girls. I chose a less racy image for my poem.

A Flying Ace's Dream
On metal wings, her image stays
a pin-up dream for skies of war
she graces flights in daring ways
On metal wings, her image stays
through battles fought and skies ablaze
by his side through engine's roar
On metal wings, her image stays
a pin-up dream for skies of war

Poems ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2025. 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 are writing Golden shovels using a line from the Elizabeth Bishop poem Letter to NY. Are you in? Good! You’ve got a month to craft your creation(s), then share your offering with the rest of us on May 30th 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 Heidi Mordhorst at my juicy little universe

I also hope you'll come back tomorrow to see what new poetic form I've chosen. You can also read the other poems I've written this month.

To see what others are writing this month, check out  Jama Rattigan's 2025 National Poetry Month Kidlitosphere Events Roundup.    

Happy poetry Friday all!

Thursday, March 27, 2025

Poetry Sisters Write In the Style of Lucille Clifton

This month the challenge was to write a poem inspired by four Lucille Clifton notes to Clark Kent. Our theme for the year is "in conversation," so this was a terrific mentor poem for talking to someone. I haven't written much lately because I'm finding it hard to put pen to paper in these strange and challenging times we are living in. Because of this, I decided to take on the #100dayproject and am creating some type of small artwork each day. It's been a good way to quiet my mind and nerves. While most participants work on one project for 100 days, I follow a different creative prompt every week. You can check them out on my Instagram

I wasn't sure how to approach this poem or who to address my notes to. I toyed with writing to another comic book or mythological character (Thor, Spiderman, Batman, Zeus), but none of those sparked anything of interest. Since I can't seem to get politics off my mind, I thought I would try writing notes to a president. I tried writing to JFK and FDR, but finally settled on our 16th president. Here's my poem. 


four notes to abraham lincoln
     
after four Lucille Clifton notes to Clark Kent

they call you honest

like it is easy to be
like the truth won’t split you
worse than an axe
but i have seen the weight of it
hunched in your shoulders

another note to lincoln
you wrote freedom down
penned it clean
sent it marching into history
but the south would not yield
your paper trembled
before the ink dried

a final note to lincoln
they had it wrong
they say you held our country together
stitched it with your hands
bled for it in words
but i see it breaking
the torn places
the ones that never healed

a note to mary todd
you prayed over his body still
your house in mourning
while a nation watched
today, i see his face on pennies
heads up
waiting for luck

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2025. 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 writing ekphrastic poems to vintage photographs. Are you in? Good! You’ve got a month to craft your creation(s), then share your offering with the rest of us on April 25th in a post and/or on social media with the tag #PoetryPals. We look forward to reading your poems! 

I do hope you'll take some time to check out all the wonderful poetic things being shared and collected today by Marcie Flinchum Atkins.

On another note, National Poetry Month is just around the corner. I generally tackle some themed poetry project during this time. You can learn more about all my previous projects here. Inspired by the article 20+ Different (& Wild!) Poetry Forms for Inspiration, I've decided to write to different (and unusual) forms. I can't wait to share a month of poems with you.

Happy poetry Friday, all!

Friday, February 28, 2025

Poetry Sisters Write Wordplay Poems

The challenge this month was to write a wordplay poem. This challenge is based on one offered up by Nikki Grimes in May 2015 at Today's Little Ditty. Here's an excerpt:

When I first began to write poetry at age six, it was the result of wordplay.  So try this wordplay exercise and create your own free verse poem.

When I talk about wordplay, I'm talking about studying a word from top to bottom, and inside out, considering every aspect of the word:  What it looks like, sounds like, feels like.  What it does, how it's used, etc.  The idea is to bring all of your senses into the act.  The poem you create may end up being complex and sophisticated, or very simple.  But whether you're writing a nursery rhyme, or a complex prose poem for adults, wordplay is a valuable skill in the process of creating dynamic, original, poetry, or lyrical prose.

Since our theme this year is "In conversation," we were encouraged to choose a related word. Here's my first attempt at this.

Whisper 

Whisper is a
hushed word
a shhhhhhhhhh
between the library stacks
and in church pews

Whisper is a
heart pounding word
finger pressed to lips
hold your breath
so you can't be
discovered
(but it's just an
active shooter drill)

Whisper is an
intimate word
forehead to forehead
nose to nose
lips to ear
sharing hearts and
secrets

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


You can read the pieces written by my Poetry Sisters at the links below. 
Would you like to try the next challenge? We're writing poems inspired by four Lucille Clifton notes to Clark Kent - Are you in? Good! You’ve got a month to craft your creation(s), then share your offering with the rest of us on March 28th in a post and/or on social media with the tag #PoetryPals. We look forward to reading your poems! 

I do hope you'll take some time to check out all the wonderful poetic things being shared and collected today by Denise Krebs at Dare to Care. Happy Poetry Friday, friends!

Friday, December 27, 2024

Poetry Sisters Write Haibun and/or Haiga

For the last month of the year, the challenge was to write a haibun or haiga. 

The haibun is is a poetic form first created by Matsuo Basho. It is a form that combines two modes of writing—prose and verse. Here are some of the "rules" of writing haibun, as suggested by the Haiku Society of America.

Prose in Haibun

  • Tells the story
  • Gives information, defines the theme
  • Creates a mood through tone
  • Provides a background to spotlight the haiku

Haiku in Haibun

  • Moves the story forward
  • Takes the narrative in another direction
  • Adds insight or another dimension to the prose
  • Resolves the conflict in an unpredictable way, or questions the resolution of the prose.
  • Prose is the narrative and haiku is the revelation or the reaction.

In a haibun, the prose can come first, last, or between any number of haiku.
Haibun also have a title, something haiku generally do not.

You can read some examples and see different haibun forms at More than the Birds, Bees, and Trees: A Closer Look at Writing Haibun.

Haiga are poems that blend an image and haiku. Here is an introduction written by Ray Rasmussen.

Haiga is a mix of image and either haiku or tanka poetry. Its origins are in Japan where poet-artists used a mix of brushstroke painting and calligraphy to compose their images and poetry.

The poetic spark of haiga has to do with four elements:

  • the quality of the image and its type
  • the quality of the haiku (or tanka or short poem)
  • the quality, type and placement of the text
  • the quality of the framing of the image
Of course, the relationship of the haiku to the image is incredibly important. Do they enhance each other, making the haiga greater than the sum of its two parts?

This is a lot of background for a tiny poem. I have been playing around with block printing this month, so I created my own image and then wrote an introduction and a haiku, so this poem is a bit of haibun and haiga, though I'm not sure I followed the rules for either with any kind of fidelity.

Longing for Winter 
In my youth, winter days were filled with endless hours outside, sledding, skating, shoveling, and building snow forts and an endless parade of snowmen. Whole families populated the yard, festooned with coal, carrot stick noses, and the scarves and hats we could sneak out of the house. Cold and lake effect snow ensured families lasted through the season, disappearing only with the blossoming spring. 

climate change no myth
blizzards lamentably rare
snowmen live in dreams

Poem and Image ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2024. All rights reserved.

You can find the poems shared by my Poetry Sisters at the links below. 

    Michelle Kogan is hosting Poetry Friday this week. I hope you'll take some time to check out all the poetic things being shared today. Happy Poetry Friday, friends! 

    Friday, November 29, 2024

    Poetry Sisters Write to Jane Hirshfield's Two Versions

    I missed our Zoom this week, so I went into this challenge blind. Mary Lee set this back in January when she was enamored of a new-ish poem by Jane Hirshfield. If you have access to The Threepenny Review, you can find it in the Summer 2023 edition.

    I used Hirshfield's poem as a mentor text and followed her structure very closely. I tried writing about several different topics, but I've been a bit melancholy lately, so when every poem came back to the same subject, I ran with it. 

    Two Versions 
    (after Jane Hirshfield's Two Versions)

    In the first version, I held my mother’s hand.

    Hospital staff traveled in and out of her room.

    One no-nonsense nurse nodded after checking her respiration.
    Another patted my shoulder with empathy after wetting her lips.

    What was my hand doing, I now wonder
    gripping hers so tightly
    as it once did in childhood while crossing the street?

    Was it disbelieving? fearful?

    And why, when I conjure a lifetime of whispered moments,
    over Scrabble boards, in the kitchen, on the phone,
    do I think, after all our glorious days together, of this?

    In the second version, there is only guilt,
    of which I know everything.

    Except to have been there in her final days.

    So much time, so many tears. In darkness
    and in light, I am still begging pardon.

    Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2024. All rights reserved.

    You can find the poems shared by my Poetry Sisters at the links below. 

      Would you like to try the next challenge? In December we are writing Haibun (prose + haiku) or Haiga (art + haiku). Are you with us? Good! You have a month to craft your creation and share it on December 27th in a post and/or on social media with the tag #PoetryPals. We look forward to reading your poems!  

      This week, my poetry sister Tanita Davis is hosting Poetry Friday. I hope you'll take some time to check out all the poetic things being shared today. Happy Poetry Friday, friends! 

      Friday, September 27, 2024

      Poetry Sisters and Seven Ways of Looking

      This month's challenge was to write in the style of Wallace Stevens' poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird. Since 13 stanzas is a lot, we gave ourselves some grace and decided to go for only seven ways of looking at something. 

      A small group of us met on Zoom Sunday to write and discuss the prompt. I left that session thoroughly confused about what my topic should be. I tried writing poems on the Statue of Liberty, sunflowers, the color blue, and clouds. None of those got me more than a few stanzas, and they weren't pretty. I wondered if following the mentor poem more closely might set me on the right track. I chose the bird I regularly see on my walk to work as my subject and ultimately found my way through the poem. I will return to this one because I may just have six more stanzas in me to get this poem to the magic number of thirteen.

      Seven Ways of Looking at a Heron

      I
      The lake hosts a gaggle of geese
      a paddling of ducks
      and one unmoving heron

      II
      I relish the empty house
      Like the pond
      claimed by a solitary heron

      III
      In the gray light of dawn, heron waits
      a fixture in the daily ebb and flow

      IV
      Heron knows
      all things are difficult before they are easy

      V
      A wader and the water
      are one
      A wader, the water, and a fish
      become one

      VI
      Heron glides across the water
      breakfast in her belly
      bloodstain on her neck

      VII
      I prefer the quiet of the heron
      Ducks quack, geese honk 
      breaking the morning stillness
      I understand the heron

      Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2024. All rights reserved.

      You can find the poems shared by my Poetry Sisters at the links below. 

        Would you like to try the next challenge? In October, we are writing to a prompt from the book The Practice of Poetry: Writing Exercises from Poets Who Teach, edited by Robin Behn and Chase Twichell.

        Are you with us? Good! You have a month to craft your creation and share it on October 25th in a post and/or on social media with the tag #PoetryPals. We look forward to reading your poems!  

        This week, Irene Latham of Live Your Poem is hosting Poetry Friday. I hope you'll take some time to check out all the poetic things being shared today. Happy Poetry Friday, friends! 

        Friday, August 30, 2024

        Poetry Sisters Write Ekphrastic Poems

        At least once yearly, we challenge ourselves to write poems to photographs or works of art. I love writing to the shared images and rarely choose my own, but this time, I did.

        In early August, I spent time at the National D-Day Memorial and was struck by the replica of the sculpture “Le Monument aux Morts.” The original stands in Trevieres, France. Erected in 1921, it was intended as a memorial to men from the town who died in WWI. In 1944, it was damaged during the battle for Normandy. The town decided not to repair it as a reminder of the damages of war and the fragility of peace.



        I chose 6 words from the plaque describing the statue. Those words are: second, history, memory, soil, face, and war. I wrote the first stanza using them in the order I found them and then rearranged them to write this sestina.

        Echoes of War

        Standing at her feet, I think for a second
        of the tragedies of modern history
        hiding in our collective memory
        we know horrors are buried in the soil
        it’s a past we cannot face
        yet we’re still a world at war

        We are burdened by weapons of war
        firearms the leading cause of death in youth, seconds
        change lives, scars etched upon their faces
        mass shootings not just history
        but present on our soil
        Columbine, Sandy Hook, Uvalde—names burned in our memory

        Their epitaph reads “in memoriam”
        we lose in peace and war
        on home and foreign soil
        our first sons and daughters, our second,
        and third, changing family histories
        sorrow written on every mourner’s face

        On its face
        loss becomes a memory
        a blip in our history
        not a game this tug of war
        we have no time to lose, not one second
        we must nurture our fertile soil

        From this earth, this very soil,
        we rise to comfort every weary face
        time’s healing touch felt with each passing second
        old wounds begin to fade from memory
        planting hope in bodies ravaged by war
        softening the edges of this cancerous history

        Pages turned in the book of human history,
        hold lessons learned, deeply buried in the soil
        when Earth shook under the weight of war
        its narrative shaping humanity’s face
        we hold the lost in our memory
        honor them each passing second

        We make history as we face the future
        fragile peace holding on our soil, the memory
        of war fading for the briefest of seconds

        Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2024. All rights reserved.

        You can find the poems shared by my Poetry Sisters at the links below. 

          Would you like to try the next challenge? In September, we’re using Wallace Stevens Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird as a model for looking at something in different ways. We might settle on 7 or 4 or 12 ways. Looking deeply and differently are the keys here. Are you with us? Good! You have a month to craft your creation and share it on September 27th in a post and/or on social media with the tag #PoetryPals. We look forward to reading your poems!  

          This week, Susan Thomsen of Chicken Spaghetti is hosting Poetry Friday. I hope you'll take some time to check out all the poetic things being shared today. Happy Poetry Friday, friends! 

          Friday, July 26, 2024

          Poetry Sisters Write Want-Ad Haiku

          The challenge this month was to write haiku in the form of classified ads. It's been a doozy of a month for me for too many reasons to recount. Suffice it to say I missed our monthly Zoom and I dashed these off early this morning before a walk with the dog. We did promise ourselves that these prompts weren't about perfection, but drafts and sharing. In that spirit, I share these little insights into my state of mind these days. I know haiku don't traditionally have titles, but I really needed those extra syllables!

          Wanted
          one perfect poem
          ordered up like a taco
          drive-thru preferred

          Wanted
          one more day with mom
          skilled time traveler needed
          no fee too great

          Wanted
          one doppelgänger
          for household chores, work meetings
          signed, desperate for sleep

          Poems ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2024. All rights reserved.

          You can find the poems shared by my Poetry Sisters at the links below. 

            Would you like to try the next challenge? In August, we’re writing ekphrastic poems to photographs. Find an image that inspires you and write away. Are you with us? Good! You have a month to craft your creation and share it on August 30th in a post and/or on social media with the tag #PoetryPals. We look forward to reading your poems!  

            This week, Marcie Flinchum Atkins is hosting Poetry Friday. I hope you'll take some time to check out all the poetic things being shared today. Happy Poetry Friday, friends! 

            Friday, June 28, 2024

            Poetry Friday is Here!

            Welcome to Poetry Friday! I'm so happy to be hosting you here today, especially on this last Friday of the month when my poetry sisters and I share the poems we've written to a new challenge. This month we wrote poems about wabi-sabi, with wabi-sabi as the title. In Andrew Juniper's book Wabi Sabi: The Japanese Art of Impermanence, wabi-sabi is defined this way. 

            Wabi-sabi is an aesthetic that finds beauty in things imperfect, impermanent and incomplete. Taken from the Japanese words wabi, which translates to less is more, and sabi, which means attentive melancholy, wabi-sabi refers to an awareness of the transient nature of earthly things and a corresponding pleasure in the things that bear the mark of this impermanence.

            In his book Wabi-Sabi Simple, Richard Powell described wabi-sabi as a philosophy that acknowledges a lifestyle that appreciates and accepts three simple truths: "Nothing lasts, nothing is finished, and nothing is perfect." 

            We had a wonderful Zoom call on Sunday, during which we had a wide-ranging conversation about wabi-sabi. I really wanted to write in a form, so I decided to experiment with the 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). As I was writing, it felt like I didn't have enough room to play, so I tried a sestina. That was disastrous, so the tritina is what I stuck with.

            Wabi-Sabi
            art and architecture value
            the golden ratio, the perfection
            of divine proportion, its pleasing beauty

            but what is beauty?
            what do our choices say about what we value?
            does the circular bell tower lack perfection

            because it leans? is perfection
            solid, straight, and tall? beauty
            lives in a cracked bell—liberty has value

            why value perfection when there is beauty in what is broken?

            Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2024. All rights reserved.

            You can find the poems shared by my Poetry Sisters at the links below. 

              Would you like to try the next challenge? In July we’re writing haiku that resemble classified ads or Buy Nothing group posts. Are you in? Good! You have a month to craft your creation and share it on July 26th in a post and/or on social media with the tag #PoetryPals. We look forward to reading your poems!  

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