Today's found poem comes from How Ben Franklin Stole the Lightning, written and illustrated by Rosalyn Schanzer.
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Thursday, April 15, 2021
NPM 2021 - Found Poem 15
Wednesday, April 14, 2021
NPM 2021 - Found Poem 14
Today's poem comes from Strange Creatures: The Story of Walter Rothschild and His Museum, written and illustrated by Lita Judge.
Tuesday, April 13, 2021
NPM 2021 - Found Poem 13
Today's poem comes from Snowflake Bentley, written by Jacqueline Briggs Martin and illustrated by Mary Azarian.
Monday, April 12, 2021
NPM 2021 - Found Poem 12
Today's poem comes from p. 8, 12, 14, 16, 30, 41, 50, 144, 161, 163, and 168 of The Slowest Book Ever, written by April Pullley Sayre and illustrated by Kelly Murphy.
Sunday, April 11, 2021
NPM 2021 - Found Poem 11
Today's poem comes from p. 24-25 of The Dirt on Dirt, written by Paulette Bourgeois and illustrated by Martha Newbigging.
Saturday, April 10, 2021
NPM 2021 - Found Poem 10
Today's poem comes from p. 15, 80-81, 99, and 160 of Astrophysics for Young People in a Hurry, written by Neil deGrasse Tyson with Gregory Mone.
Friday, April 09, 2021
Poetry Friday and NPM 2021 - Found Poem 9
Welcome Poetry Friday friends! This year for National Poetry Month I'm writing and sharing found poems, most of which are science- or nature-themed. You can learn more about this form and my plans in this post describing the project. I'm also sharing these found poems as images on my Instagram in case you want to see them all in one place.
Today's poem comes from pages 7, 20, and 48 of Project Seahorse, written by Pamela S. Turner with photographs by Scott Tuason.
Thursday, April 08, 2021
NPM 2021 - Found Poem 8
Today's poem comes from Chapter 5 of John Muir: America's First Environmentalist, written by Kathryn Lasky and illustrated by Stan Fellows.
Wednesday, April 07, 2021
For the Love of Spiders and Spi-ku
If you can't quite make out the text, here's what Calvin opines.
Like delicate lace,
so the threads intertwine,
Oh, gossamer web
of wondrous design!
Such beauty and grace
wild nature produces …
UGHH, look at the spider
suck out that bug’s juices!
While many folks focus on the "yuck factor," spiders are truly fascinating creatures. Leslie Bulion has fully captured how amazing they are in both verse and prose in Spi-ku: A Clutter of Short Verse on Eight Legs. Add in the incredible illustrations by Robert Meganck and you have a masterpiece that even arachnophobes will love.
Bulion is a master of informational texts that marry engaging, kid-friendly poetry with science. I wish her books had been around 33 years ago when I settled into my first classroom, eager to put science books in kids hands that would neither put them to sleep with their didactic approach to content, nor turn them away with the complexity of the writing. Not only were truly exceptional nonfiction science books hard to find back then, but poetry was almost nonexistent. As someone who encourages teachers to integrate poetry and children's literature into content area instruction, Leslie's books are a gift.- Monday (4/5): Picture Books 4 Learning
- Tuesday (4/6): Storymamas
- Wednesday (4/7): The Miss Rumphius Effect!
- Thursday (4/8): Reading to the Core
- Friday (4/9): TeacherDance
NPM 2021 - Found Poem 7
Today's poem comes from The Shape of the World: A Portrait of Frank Lloyd Wright, written by K.L. Going and illustrated by Lauren Stringer.
Tuesday, April 06, 2021
NPM 2021 - Found Poem 6
Today's poem comes from p. 10-11 of Will It Blow? Become a Volcano Detective At Mount St. Helens, written by Elizabeth Rusch and illustrated by K.E. Lewis.
Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2021. All rights reserved.
I hope you'll come back tomorrow and see what new poem I've found. Until then, you may want to read previous poems in this series.Monday, April 05, 2021
NPM 2020 - Found Poem 5
Today's found poem comes from p. 6-14 of Girls Who Looked Under Rocks: The Lives of Six Pioneering Naturalists, written by Jeannine Atkins and illustrated by Paula Conner.
Following Butterflies
insects were Maria's favorites
she searched for butterflies
and spiders
brought home caterpillars
moved by
God's attention to
small beings
she painted
extraordinary patterns
nature's beauty
was wide
egg
caterpillar
cocoon
emerging butterfly
metamorphosis
admired
Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2021. All rights reserved.
I hope you'll come back tomorrow and see what new poem I've found. Until then, you may want to read previous poems in this series.Sunday, April 04, 2021
NPM 2021 - Found Poem 4
delicate precision
nearly perfect
shimmering liquid
Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2021. All rights reserved.
I hope you'll come back tomorrow and see what new poem I've found. Until then, you may want to read previous poems in this series.Saturday, April 03, 2021
NPM 2021 - Found Poem 3
Today's found poem is a zentangle poem. Kat Apel does a really nice job describing them on her site. This is similar to blackout poetry, though doodles and lines are used to block and frame the words.
Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2021. All rights reserved.
I hope you'll come back tomorrow and see what new poem I've found. Until then, you may want to read previous poems in this series.Friday, April 02, 2021
Poetry Friday and NPM 2021 - Found Poem 2
Welcome Poetry Friday friends! This year for National Poetry Month I'm writing and sharing found poems. You can learn more about this form and my plans in this post describing the project.
Today's found poem comes from p. 176-180 of Charlotte's Web Signature Edition, written by E.B. White and illustrated by Garth Williams.
Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2021. All rights reserved.
I hope you'll come back tomorrow and see what new poem I've found. You can also read previous poems in this series.Thursday, April 01, 2021
NPM 2021 - Found Poem 1
their finds
hints of serendipity
baskets of toys
a gold mine
washed ashore
a duck
a frog
managed a
treacherous journey
goes on and on
Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2021. All rights reserved.
National Poetry Month Project 2021 - Found Poems
I started writing centos a few weeks ago, thinking this would be the focus of my National Poetry Month Project. I even shared this at the Sunday writing session with my Poetry Sisters. However, after a bit of thought, I decided to expand the project and focus on a variety of found poem types.
At the most basic level, found poems are poems composed from words and phrases found in another text. Here is a more comprehensive description from the folks at Poets.org.
Found poems take existing texts and refashion them, reorder them, and present them as poems. The literary equivalent of a collage, found poetry is often made from newspaper articles, street signs, graffiti, speeches, letters, or even other poems.
A pure found poem consists exclusively of outside texts: the words of the poem remain as they were found, with few additions or omissions. Decisions of form, such as where to break a line, are left to the poet.
“Happy poets who write found poetry go pawing through popular culture like sculptors on trash heaps. They hold and wave aloft usable artifacts and fragments: jingles and ad copy, menus and broadcasts — all objet trouvés, the literary equivalents of Warhol’s Campbell’s soup cans and Duchamp’s bicycle. By entering a found text as a poem, the poet doubles its context. The original meaning remains intact, but now it swings between two poles. The poet adds, or at any rate increases, the element of delight. This is an urban, youthful, ironic, cruising kind of poetry. It serves up whole texts, or interrupted fragments of texts.” — Annie Dillard
Put another way, found poetry is the literary version of a collage. Poets select a source text or texts — anything from traditional texts like books, magazines and newspapers to more nontraditional sources like product packaging, junk mail or court transcripts — then excerpt words and phrases from the text(s) to create a new piece.
Plenty of strong and beautiful poems are made from plain language. You sometimes hear such language in conversation, when people are talking their best. Listen. Sometimes you yourself say wonderful things. Admit it. You can find moving, rich language in books, on walls, even in junk mail. (From such sources you’ll probably find better poems, or better beginnings for poems, than from dictionaries and other word books.)
So, poems hide in things you and others say and write. They lie buried in places where language isn’t so self-conscious as “real poetry” often is.
- The Library of Congress has an amazing teacher's guide and primary source set on creating found poetry from primary sources.
- WordMover is an interactive tool that allows children and teens to create “found poetry” by choosing from word banks and existing famous works; additionally, users can add new words to create a piece of poetry by moving/manipulating the text.
- Kathryn Apel provides ideas on how to create a Zentangle poem.
- Learn more about how Austin Kleon began creating newspaper blackout poems.
- This article from the National Writing Project entitled Uncovering Truths Beneath a Found Poem describes an inspiring lesson leading students through the creation of found poems.
- From the Library of Congress blog is an interesting piece entitled The Writing's on the Wall: Found Poetry in Street Art.
Friday, March 26, 2021
Poetry Sisters Write Dizains
This month's challenge was to write a "Dizzying" Dizain. This form consists of one 10-line stanza with 10 syllables per line. The rhyme scheme is a/b/a/b/b/c/c/d/c/d. You can read more about the form at Robert Lee Brewer's site at the Writer's Digest.
I'm not sure what dizzying means, but I toyed with writing about vertigo and dizzying love. (Does love make one dizzy?) In the end, I settled on my favorite adrenaline-filled pastime, riding roller coasters. I do feel like I needed another line or two to really describe the ride, but this will have to do. I wrote nearly all of this during our Zoom time on Sunday, so I am pleased that I was able to pull these ideas together.
A Dizzying Ride
This topsy-turvy coaster calls my name
I take a seat, lock in, and close my eyes
you’d think that every ride would be the same
but with each trip I’m daunted by its size
yet thrilled by chains click-clacking as we rise
It dizzies me to look down at the ground
instead I watch the track where we are bound
we rise and fall, turn upside down, suspend
and for those moments, how my heart does pound
too soon we’re speeding breakneck to the end
I went back to writing later that day after spending some time wading through boxes of mementos. I find parting with things difficult to do. (Under different circumstances I might have become a hoarder!) Do I really need the high school graduation cards that have been in a box in the attic since I moved to Virginia nearly 27 years ago? Why is it so hard to part with them? As a mom, why have I saved every piece of artwork my son did? As well as concert programs, notes from teachers, and so much more! There is a part of me that says "SAVE EVERYTHING!" This is the teacher in me that uses my father's old photos, letters, and newspaper clippings to teach about primary sources. But there is another part of me that says "He's a boy, he won't care about these things." I found the internal tug-of-war over these tokens to be dizzying, and just like that, I had an idea for another poem. I broke the rules here because this one has two stanzas, and a dizain is only supposed to have one.
The Dizzying Stress of Tidying UpThe moving van held boxes from my past
things my mother saved throughout the years
childhood was not designed to last
reminders of my youth that disappeared
sentimental treasures prompting tears
A mother now myself I’ve kept things too
our son’s first tooth, a lock of hair, a shoe
report cards, photos, ticket stubs and more
so many keepsakes, none of them on view
what good are they all locked up in a drawer?
Will my son even want these for his own?
Am I a lousy mom for wanting less?
Why keep a blanket tattered, worn, and sewn?
Old homework, letters, cards, notes from recess
certificates that celebrate success
I cannot seem to part with any thing
despite the good intentions that I bring
to the task of holding each in hand
Marie's my guide, as I clean house in spring
Does it bring joy? I hope you understand.
Poems ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2021. All rights reserved.
Friday, February 26, 2021
Poetry Sisters Write Metaphor Poems
This month's challenge was to write a metaphor poem using metaphor dice.
This year we are meeting once a month on Zoom to write together. It's a lovely way to spend a Sunday afternoon. This time around, Laura rolled metaphor dice for each of us. For me she rolled "the mind is a silent sideshow."
Before we met I decided I wanted to write a triolet. I like the form and find the repetition challenging. Once I had my metaphor, I generated rhyming words for show and then wrote the last two lines of the triolet. (I always begin at the end because I feel it makes the poem more cohesive.) Once I had the A line, I generated rhyming words for head. I usually begin with words off the top of my head, then I do a quick search at RhymeZone. When we were discussing process at the end of the session, Kelly shared the site Rhymer, which was new to me. It generated a really nice list of words, so I'll be trying it our for sure.
A triolet is an 8-line poem that uses only two rhymes used throughout. Additionally, the first line is repeated in the fourth and seventh lines, while the second line is repeated in the final line. Because of this, only five different poetic lines are written. The rhyme scheme for a triolet is ABaAabAB (where capital letters stand for repeated lines). Here's my triolet.
Hearing Voices
Voices inside your head
are a personal, silent sideshow
fill you with wonder and dread
the voices inside your head
demand to be coddled and fed
poke holes in the truth that you know
Damn voices inside your head
the mind is a silent sideshow
After I wrote this I tried a free verse poem, but it didn't really go anywhere. I couldn't get away from the idea of the unquiet mind and was reminded of a meme a friend shared on Twitter from the webcomic Are You Going to Sleep?
In this exploitable comic, users insert their own thoughts about what is keeping them awake. All these thoughts led me to write a poem with rhyming couplets about my brain at night.Sideshow Mind
dark grows
brain knows
no lows
sideshow overthrows
sleep
internal chatter
thoughts scatter
subject matter?
stomach flatter
paint splatter
cake batter
mad hatter
wake up!
Poems ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2021. All rights reserved.
Friday, January 29, 2021
It's a New Year With My Poetry Sisters!
It's a new year with a new set of writing challenges with my poetry sisters. Even better than continuing on this writing journey is our commitment to writing together, over Zoom! I nearly wept when I saw their faces and heard their voices. We chatted about the challenge, wrote on our own, but together in virtual time, and then chatted about process and writing. We didn't share our poems, so I can't wait to read what they've written.
This month's challenge was to select words from a particular year in Merriam Webster’s Time Traveler. This site highlights when a word was first used in print. I was born in 1965 and had some interesting words to choose from.
I ended up with two remarkably different poems, though both are focused on childhood memories. Neither one feels particularly finished, but I'm glad to have gotten something down. (Note that the words from Time Traveler that I used are highlighted.)
Not by Definition
Dork
a moniker casually tossed
but hand-me down clothes
fittingly unstylish, outdated
gave it legs
a tendency to choose books
over social interaction
made it stick
My game face was nerd
my lived experience more
smart than odd, more
curious than awkward
stoked not just by math, science,
Dr. Who, and Star Trek
but also the give-and-go,
alley-oop, and leg out
Driveway hoops, backyard ball,
winter hockey on a frozen pond
all precious moments when
there was acceptance
hard won in sweat, pumping legs,
and flying elbows
But there is little wiggle room
in a label that
damns us from the start
restricts how others see us
how we see ourselves
unless we take it back
embrace it, proclaim it
wave its banner high
Today my name tag reads
“Hello my name is __.
I am a dork.
Diamond Days
We lived for the home stands
clutched knothole passes
in clammy hands
excitedly took seats in
hard, hot bleachers
We cheered as batters legged out
hoped for theirs to ground out
held a collective breath
at the top of the 9th with
two outs, full count, bases loaded
watched our hurler
full-on game face
wait for a sign
Time slowed before the nod,
the wind up, the pitch
the crack of the bat
the agony of defeat
We left burned
in more ways than one
but more than ready
to return the next day
for another round
another glorious day
in the sun
Poems ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2021. All rights reserved.