Friday, October 27, 2023

Poetry Sisters Write Bouts-rimés

The challenge this month was to write in the form of bouts-rimés. In The Teachers & Writers Handbook of Poetic Forms, Ron Padgett describes the form this way:

A bouts-rimés poem is created by one person’s making up a list of rhymed words and giving it to another person, who in turn writes the lines that end with those rhymes, in the same order in which they were given.

This post by Lady in Read Writes has an infographic on the history of the form. What must be mentioned is that the tradition is to write 14 rhymed lines in the form of a sonnet. 

We didn't follow the rules for rhymed word generation exactly, but we came up with a creative variation. As we began to plan for our Sunday Zoom, we started putting pairs of rhymed words in the Slack channel for our October challenge. Mary Lee was gracious enough to create a Google doc that included an outline of different sonnet forms, along with our rhyming words. The word pairs were listed in the order they were submitted and labeled A-G. That means we had 28 words for 14 end rhymes. This meant that the sonnet form you chose largely dictated which worlds you were required to use. For example, Petrachan and Spenserian sonnets would use words only from lists A through E, while Shakespearean would use words from each list.

I decided to try something different, so I went with the terza rima sonnet. This sonnet is named for the terza rima, which is a three-line stanza that uses a chain rhyme. The rhyme scheme of the terza rima sonnet is ABA BCB CDC DED with a final rhyming couplet that usually echoes the first rhyme: AA. The poem Acquainted with the Night by Robert Frost is an example of this form. 

Here are the words we suggested. The words I chose to use are in green. 

A: profuse/abtruse
     chartreuse/truce

B: incline/shine
     resign/supine

C: various/gregarious
     hilarious/precarious

D: ceasefire/quagmire
     higher/dryer

E: transform/barnstorm
     uniform/conform

F: humility/futility
     nobility, tranquility

G: perturb/superb
     reverb, disturb

I listed the end words first and then began to write. I did rearrange a few of the lines once I had a sense of where this might be going. I tried so hard to follow the rules, but I really wanted to replace the word hilarious with ridiculous because it makes more sense in the poem. Doing so would mean I'd FAILED to bend this form to my will and make my lines fit the prescribed end words, so I've left a less desirable option to stay within the bounds of the challenge. The misuse of hilarious notwithstanding, I'm pleased with the result.

The World Abstruse

The world amazes even though abstruse
Give up on understanding just resign
yourself to sing its praises most profuse

Blue sky and clouds you ponder while supine
as morning flocks sing most gregarious
You rise to wander up the steep incline

step lightly to the edge precarious
Views sublime soon call you to move higher
what vexed you once now seems hilarious 

compared to all those praying for ceasefire
What will it take to make hard hearts transform?
To pull societies from the quagmire?

You hope beyond all hope for peacea truce
This world you love amazes while abstruse 

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2023. 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? Next month, we’re writing in the style of Valerie Worth. You can learn more about Valerie Worth and read some of her poems at Spotlight on NCTE Poets: Valerie Worth, with Lee Bennett Hopkins, a post by Renée M. LaTulippe at No Water River. Are you in? Good! We are continuing with our 2023 theme of TRANSFORMATION. If you’re still game, you have a month to craft your creation and share it on November 24th in a post and/or on social media with the tag #PoetryPals. We look forward to reading your poems!  

    Do take some time to check out all the wonderful poetic things being shared and collected today by Carol Labuzzetta at The Apples in My Orchard. Happy poetry Friday, friends!  

    Friday, September 29, 2023

    Poetry Sisters Write Diminishing Verse

    The challenge this month was to write in the form of diminishing verse. You can learn more about this form at Writer's Digest. You can also find helpful information at Astra PoeticaWord Wool, and YeahWrite. Wikipedia calls these Pruning Poems. Basically, the last word in each line is reduced in diminishing (pruning) fashion, by removing the initial letter of the last word in the line without any other changes to spelling. One example might be trout/rout/out. 

    I'm grateful I didn't need to think about addressing the theme of transformation in my writing, because the form is transformational in itself. I really had no idea how to start this challenge, so I googled "3-letter words that start with a." I looked at that list and started adding letters to try and make longer words that shared letters. I did this for all 5 vowels (sorry y). When I found that difficult, I went to thefreedictionary.com and entered 3-letter words, like art, and selected "ends with." This got me a very long list of words. From playing around with this I generated a page of word lists.


    The problem with this approach was that it generated words that didn't seem to fit very well together. I also took some liberty with 3-letter words, including ack and ick. While all these sets of words rhymed, I had no idea how to make sense of them. When I began working on a poem in earnest, I tried to find a story to tell. Given that I find this form annoying and contrived, I'm pretty pleased with this little poem.

    Ode to the Carolina Wren

    Faithful companions a mated pair cleaves
    raises brood after brood that fledges and leaves
    here in the rundown farmhouse eaves

    Daily I hear the male whistle and scold
    his tweedle-tweedle-tweedle rings out in the cold
    the song of the wren never gets old

    Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2023. All rights reserved.

    Since I've been playing around with Canva, here's the photographic version of this poem.


    You can read the pieces written by my Poetry Sisters at the links below. 

      Would you like to try the next challenge? Next month, we’re writing in the form of bouts-rimé (pronounced Boo-ReeMay). Bouts-rimés "is a method of poetry composition where the author writes down the rhyming end words of each line first, and then fills in the rest of the poem. It is sometimes approached as a game, with one participant challenged to create coherent verse from absurdly incongruent end-words." You can learn more about this form at Bouts-Rimé: A Rhyming Word Game Popular During the Georgian Era. Are you in? Good! We are continuing with our 2023 theme of TRANSFORMATION. If you’re still game, you have a month to craft your creation and share it on October 27th in a post and/or on social media with the tag #PoetryPals. We look forward to reading your poems!  

      Do take some time to check out all the wonderful poetic things being shared and collected today by Jama Rattigan at Jama's Alphabet Soup. Happy poetry Friday, friends!  

      Friday, August 25, 2023

      Poetry Sisters Play with an Exquisite Corpse

      This month's challenge was writing a poem from the lines generated as we played with an exquisite corpse. Here's what Wikipedia has to say about this form.

      Exquisite corpse (from the original French term cadavre exquis, literally exquisite cadaver), is a method by which a collection of words or images is collectively assembled. Each collaborator adds to a composition in sequence, either by following a rule (e.g., "The adjective noun adverb verb the adjective noun." as in "The green duck sweetly sang the dreadful dirge.") or by being allowed to see only the end of what the previous person contributed.

      In terms of process, Tanita started us off by writing one line of poetry and selecting a clunker from Linda Mitchell's collection. She DM'd her lines to Sara and we were off, each poet sending an original line and a clunker to someone else in the group. When Kelly wrote her lines, she sent them to Tanita, who wrote one more to finish this thing. We only shared our lines with one other person, so it wasn't until we met Sunday on Zoom that we shared the original lines we wrote and the clunkers we selected. Surprisingly, the lines hung together well. Here's the poem our blind exchange generated. The clunker lines appear in red. 

      They say the mind is garden-like, with thoughts as sprouting seeds (Tanita)
      but I'm left holding cuttings I'm not sure where to plant
      Weedy-thick, the prickly buds of odd logic bloom: (Sara)
      You don't cry anymore, but you sing all the words.
      Each line in a different language as the light shifts, (Liz)
      trees turned so orange the road looked blue.
      Words tangle, colors muddy in the palette. (Mary Lee)
      I am no longer winsome to the sun.
      a whole sun’s rise to share
      there goes the one that got away (Tricia)
      found a bit of sunflower
      and plucked every petal (by the way, he loves me) (Laura)
      and then I remembered (Kelly)
      that’s what you wrote about the green beans
      Stockpile, then, that snap and sass to sweeten your September. (Tanita)

      I wasn't quite sure how I wanted to approach this challenge, so while we were each wrestling with the lines we generated, I decided to try crafting a poem from only the words and phrases listed in the poem. I normally write all my poems by hand, but this time around, I pasted the poem in one column and wrote in the adjacent column. As I selected words or phrases, I highlighted them to mark which I'd used. If I repeated a word, I made it bold. I gave myself the freedom to change word endings and tenses and even cut words into parts. This gave me even more words to choose from. In the end, I did add the words she and her to the poem, but otherwise stuck to the constraint I gave myself. Here's what the Word doc looked like when I finished.
      And here is the poem that emerged from our collective lines.

      The One That Got Away

      She was snap and sass
      not prickly bud, but sprouting seed
      winsome as sweet September
      she loved sunflowers
      stockpiled green beans
      sang to the sun
      her thoughts bloomed in different languages
      words all weedy and tangled

      I remember each word she said
      in the blue of the sun’s rise
      the way she held that flower
      plucked every petal
      she looked to the road
      orange and thick with trees
      then turned and left

      holding cuttings found
      about her garden
      I’m not sure where to plant them
      I don’t cry anymore
      but I am no longer whole

      Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2023. All rights reserved.

      You can read my Poetry Sisters' pieces at the links below. 

        Would you like to try the next challenge? Next month, we’re writing in the form of diminishing verse. You can learn more about this form at Writer's Digest. You can also find helpful information at Astra PoeticaWord Wool, and YeahWrite. Wikipedia calls these Pruning Poems. Are you in? Good! The Poetry Sisters are continuing with our 2023 theme of TRANSFORMATION. If you’re still game, you have a month to craft your creation and share it on September 29th in a post and/or on social media with the tag #PoetryPals.We look forward to reading your poems!  

        Do take some time to check out all the wonderful poetic things being shared and collected today by Linda Baie at Teacher Dance. Happy poetry Friday, friends!  

        Friday, July 28, 2023

        Poetry Sisters Write Monotetra Poems

        The challenge this month was to write a poem in the form of monotetra. You can learn more about it at Writer's Digest. I believe I suggested this one when we were mapping out the year. It looked interesting and I'm always a sucker for form. This form includes any number of quatrains written in tetrameter (8 syllables in each line), with each quatrain using a single rhyme (mono-rhymed). The last line in each stanza repeats the same four syllables.

        This was a lot harder than I imagined. I found the single rhyme hard to work with. I much prefer AB rhyme patterns. I wrote two really bad poems before I remembered our theme of transformation, so I started again. I'll admit to cheating a bit, as this poem has 3 lines with 9 syllables. I tried but couldn't find synonyms with the "right" number of syllables to make the lines 8 syllables. Oh well. I do have a poem to share, even though it feels unfinished. I think it needs one more stanza, perhaps something more hopeful. This is definitely a draft I will revisit.

        Cast of Uintatherium anceps skull, French National Museum of Natural History, Paris
        Photo by Jebulon, Public Domain

        Monotetra for a World Changed

        The summit view is worth the climb
        back to nature our paradigm
        enter a world still and sublime
        Step back in time, step back in time

        Picture this place in the Eocene
        modern mammals arrive on the scene
        now most are gone, what does this mean?
        Sight now unseen, sight now unseen

        Rivers polluted, trees cut away
        towns have replaced the fields and the hay
        oysters dying in Chesapeake Bay
        We've lost our way, we've lost our way

        Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2023. 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? Next month, we’re creating an Exquisite Corpse poem. These collaborative poems necessarily involve yourself and at least one other poet, passing lines or stanzas forward, so now’s the time to choose poetry compatriots. Are you in? Good! The Poetry Sisters are continuing with our 2023 theme of TRANSFORMATION – and we’re going to also sneak in a few of Linda Mitchell’s clunkers to give us more to play with. If you’re still game, you have a month to craft your creation and share it on August 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 Jan at BookSeedStudio. Happy poetry Friday, friends!  

          Friday, June 30, 2023

          Poetry Sisters Write to a Quote

          The challenge this month was to write a poem in response to a quote. Initially, I thought we would be writing to the same quote, but several examples were shared, so I decided to use one that spoke to me. Over the last few weeks, the calendar was looming large for me as the month of June and the second anniversary of my mother's death approached. That anniversary is today. Knowing that we would be sharing our poems at this time, and because she's been much on my mind, I decided I wanted to write a poem for or about her. 

          The second challenge was to include the theme of transformation, which informs all of our writing this year. I couldn't figure out how to do that, though death is a form of transformation, and surely my life has been transformed by this loss. 

          I decided I wanted to write to a form and chose the villanelle. I like the repeating lines and the need for only two rhymes. I wrote with this photo of my mother beside me. It was taken in May of 2021 when I visited with her for the last time.

          A few weeks ago, I read On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous by Ocean Vuong. It's an amazing novel with beautiful prose. I copied several quotes from it into my commonplace journal. One stuck with me and ultimately became the inspiration for my poem. It rings true because I am both missing and remembering my mother, today and every day.

          “In Vietnamese, the word for missing someone and remembering them is the same: nhớ.”
          -Ocean Vuong in On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

          Villanelle for My Mother

          Some days it’s hard to bear that you are dead
          I talk to you each morning when I pray
          And often hear your voice inside my head

          “Put on something bright. Why not wear red?”
          You were never at a loss for what to say
          Some days it’s hard to bear that you are dead

          I follow your advice and make my bed
          “Straighten up your room before you play.”
          I often hear your voice inside my head

          Loose buttons? Reach for needle and some thread
          Your smallest lessons stuck, won’t fade away
          Some days it’s hard to bear that you are dead

          On my last visit you forlornly said
          “Our time has been so short, I wish you’d stay.”
          I often hear your voice inside my head

          It’s been two years since those first tears were shed
          Yet still I carry grief each waking day
          Most days it’s hard to bear that you are dead
          Thank God I hear your voice inside my head

          Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2023. 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? Next month we are writing in the form of monotetra. You can learn more about it at Writer's Digest. We hope you'll join us. Are you in? Good! You’ve got a month to craft your creation(s), then share your offering with the rest of us on July 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 Irene Latham at Live Your Poem. Happy poetry Friday, friends!  

            Friday, June 02, 2023

            Poetry Friday is Here!

            Hello All! I'm so happy to be hosting Poetry Friday. 

            I have spent the last few months preparing to move out of the building I have spent the last 29 years in on campus. It is my home away from home. There is much I will miss about it. The physical move of all our things occurred this week and still continues, as bookshelves are installed, and furniture moved in. I have been adrift for weeks, with no place to land, settling most days in the library before my classes meet in the late afternoon. We will be allowed to move in next week, and I can't wait. 

            In seeing my new office, I am saddened that I have lost so much space to store my books. Out of necessity, I will need to let some go. While I will be able to pass them on to new teachers just starting out, it will hurt to part with them.

            Thinking of moving had me reading Ralph Fletcher as I packed up. In Moving Day, Ralph gives readers a series of free verse poems in which 12-year-old Fletch describes his family's move from Massachusetts to Ohio. Here's one of my favorites from this collection.

            Defrosting the Freezer

            One container of spaghetti sauce
            Grandma made before she died.

            Two pieces of old wedding cake
            you couldn't pay me to eat.

            Three snowballs from last winter
            slightly deformed, no longer fluffy.

            Four small flounder from the time
            Grandpa took me deep-sea fishing.

            Everything coated with a thick
            white layer of sadness. 
            That thick layer of sadness has surely enveloped me. I did stop by my old digs one last time to say goodbye. My son grew up here, and when he came to campus, lived in the building connected to mine for 2 of his 4 years. It holds many precious memories.

            I'll be rounding up posts through the day old-school style, so please leave your link in the comments, and I will add you to the post. Happy Poetry Friday, all!

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            Original Poetry
            Laura Purdie Salas is sharing a poem entitled The Song of Sunshine.

            Mary Lee Hahn of A(nother) year of Reading is sharing a sudoku poem entitled No Vacancy.

            Heidi Mordhorst of my juicy little universe is celebrating pride and sharing a color poem entitled I Finally Choose a Favorite Color.

            Linda Mitchell of A Word Edgewise is also sharing a color poem written to a lovely photo. 

            Robyn Hood Black shares a proud grandparent moment and the poem You're the ONE! on the occasion of her grandson's first birthday.

            Linda Baie of Teacher Dance shares a poem entitled The Bouncing Ball Keeps Bouncing.

            Irene Latham of Live Your Poem shares an ArtSpeak: LIGHT poem entitled Meadow Song. She also shares an invitation to a moon poem party when she hosts Poetry Friday on June 30th.

            Margaret Simon of Reflections on the Teche is also sharing a color poem that begins, "If you want to find red."

            Michelle Kogan shares some Good morning haiku.

            Carol Varsalona of Beyond Literacy Link remembers her uncle and pays to tribute to loved ones with her poem Life is a Journey.

            At Poetry Pizzazz with Alan J. Wright, Alan shares a poem entitled Appliance Compliance.

            Carol Labuzzetta of The Apples in My Orchards shares a found object poem entitled Debris.

            Anastasia Suen is sharing an acrostic poem for June.

            Patricia J. Franz marvels at the mountains in springtime and shares the poem snow flower: a haiku.

            Sally Murphy is generously giving us a glimpse into her new verse novel, Queen Narelle.

            Matt Forrest Esenwine shares news of his forthcoming book and a poem entitled The Eve of Maturity.

            Jone Rush MacCulloch combines the prompt for the monthly Spiritual Thursday Journey with her thoughts and poems in a slide show of visual prayers.

            Donna Smith of Mainely Write shares her poem The Ocean as a Canva movie.

            Molly Hogan of Nix the Comfort Zone used Eileen Spinelli’s “If You Want to Find Golden” as a mentor for her color poem

            Janice Scully of Salt City Verse shares two poems about Santa Cruz.

            Amy Ludwig VanDerwater of The Poem Farm shares a poem entitled Possibility, which can be sung to the tune of "Dona Nobis Pacem." She's also featuring some fourth-grade guest poets.

            Marcie Flinchum Atkins shares a haiku and photo.

            Book Reviews and Book Lists
            Jama Rattigan of Jama's Alphabet Soup shares a review of Champion Chompers, Super Stinkers and Other Poems by Extraordinary Animals by Linda Ashman and Aparna Varma.

            Susan Thomsen of Chicken Spaghetti shares a list of poetry books for adults published or forthcoming this year.

            Mandy Robek of Enjoy and Embrace Learning shares the anthology Things We Feel by Sylvia Vardell and Janet Wong.

            On Writing
            Lou Piccolo shares some thoughts about writing poetry to combat writer's block.

            Poetry of Others
            Ramona of Pleasures from the page rambles through the rhododendrons and shares lines from a Joy Harjo poem and Wendell Berry too.

            Tabatha Yeatts of the Opposite of Indifference shares the poem "Things You May Find Hidden in My Ear" by Mosab Abu Toha.

            Karen Edmisten shares the poem "New Moon Newton" by Oliver Baez Bendorf.

            Friday, May 26, 2023

            Poetry Sisters Write Ghazals

            The challenge this month was to write in the form of the ghazal. You can learn more about this form here. This is a fairly restrictive form. When I began working on the first draft, I felt pretty good about where it was going, until I realized I was bending the rules far too much.  Suffice it to say I scrapped my first draft and started on something entirely new. This one far better meets the rules for a ghazal, though I'm not sure it's very rhythmic. I can feel where the lines don't "sing" together. Maybe this is just a weird quirk of mine, or perhaps it comes from writing so often in iambic pentameter.  In any case, this is a form I definitely need to play with.

            Ghazal For the Dawn

            birds in the garden sing in the dawn
            all manner of creatures take wing in the dawn

            mourners weep at a graveside
            tears sting in the dawn

            summer ends, school starts again
            when the first bus arrives, children cling in the dawn

            candles are lit, pews quietly fill
            bells in the chapel ring in the dawn

            hens wake up early, eat breakfast, lay eggs
            rooster greeting the sunrise is king in the dawn

            I lace up my sneakers, hit the road in the dark
            feet pounding the pavement, arms swing in the dawn

            Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2023. 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? Next month we are writing in response to a quote. We hope you'll join us. Are you in? Good! You’ve got a month to craft your creation(s), then share your offering with the rest of us on June 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 Patricia Franz at Reverie. Happy poetry Friday, friends! 

              Friday, April 28, 2023

              Poetry Sisters Write in the Style of Neruda

              This month's challenge was to write in the style of Neruda. Oh boy. I haven't read much Neruda, so finding a poem as a mentor text was hard. I was familiar with the bilingual, illustrated selection of Neruda's Book of Questions that was published by Enchanted Lion Books last year. I thought about writing a poem composed of questions, but I went down the rabbit hole of reading Neruda's odes and got lost. They're pretty amazing. If you haven't read them, the best way to describe them is a lengthy (usually) stream of consciousness about everyday objects with a hefty dose of meandering seemingly off-topic before brilliantly closing with a meditation on beauty, nature, or something else profound.

              Inspired by these odes, I attempted one of my own. Our theme for the year is transformation. I'm not sure I got there this time, but I had fun trying.

              Ode to a Basket of Trinkets

              Woven coils 
              of colorful paper
              form a wide
              round bowl
              letters 
              clearly visible
              one can 
              imagine 
              the stories
              they told
              In their
              present form
              transformed into
              this bowl
              they hold
              memories
              trinkets
              baubles 
              no one
              but me
              can love
              I cannot bear
              to part
              with small
              forgotten 
              treasures
              I worry them 
              in my hand
              bringing the
              ghosts of
              love, loss
              to life
              memories clear
              and cloudy
              hanging by
              a thread
              I worry 
              over them
              wonder when
              they'll 
              disappear
              each trinket 
              a touchstone
              an exercise
              in remembering
              and forgetting
              a pink diaper pin
              once mine
              mother kept
              it in her 
              jewelry box
              a fountain pen 
              ink cartridge
              the bane of
              my left-handed
              existence
              I'm not 
              cool enough
              or adept enough
              to write
              without smudging
              the ink
              my hand
              the paper
              a Scrabble tile
              one puzzle piece
              Mardi Gras beads
              tiny paper dolls
              a frayed Girl Scout badge
              three wheat pennies
              a wooden nickel
              all fleeting
              beautiful
              reminders of 
              the me I 
              used to be
              and the ones
              who made me
              who 
              I am

              Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2023. 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? Next month we are writing in the form of the ghazal. You can learn more about this form here. We hope you'll join us. 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 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 Ruth at There is no such thing as a God-forsaken town. Happy poetry Friday, friends! 

                Friday, April 14, 2023

                NPM 2023 - Poem 14

                My poem for Day 14 of National Poetry Month is written to the illustration Sowing and Reaping in Frank Leslie's Illustrated Newspaper, (1863 May 23), p. 141. The poem focuses on the right side of the image.


                The Richmond Bread Riot
                April 1, 1863

                In the third spring of the war
                a nation of farmers
                was starving

                hungry women took the lead
                took to the streets
                wielding  clubs and knives
                axes and hatchets

                they marched on
                the Governor's mansion
                discontent, angry

                quiet determination turned
                to chaos as chants of
                "Bread or blood!"
                echoed through the streets

                Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2023. All rights reserved.

                I hope you'll join me tomorrow for my next poem highlighting a piece of history. You can read the previous poems as images on Instagram or at the links below. Each one is listed according to the primary source that inspired it.

                April 1 - Sketch map of White Oak Swamp and vicinity southeast of Richmond.]; 6/1862; Records of the Office of the Chief of Engineers, Record Group 77 
                April 2 - John Wilkes Booth's calling card
                April 3 - Section of the city code of Montgomery, Alabama, requiring segregation on buses
                April 4 - 1917 poster showing Liberty presenting a sword "Service" to a young woman
                April 5 - Sheet music cover for Votes for Women: International Suffragists' Song
                April 6 - Teachers' Monthly Report and Rules (1865): Narrative School Reports from Teachers and Superintendents of Freedmen's Schools
                April 7 - Letter from Governor Ross Supporting Apache Removal (1886) 
                April 8 - Roy Takeno reading paper in front of office / photograph by Ansel Adams
                April 9 - Amnesty Oath of Robert E. Lee (1865) 
                April 10 - Detroit Publishing Company photograph of The Main street, Mackinac
                April 11 - Pigeon Message from Major Whittlesey to the Commanding Officer of the 308th Infantry (1918)
                April 12 - Henry Bacon’s Competition Proposal for a Monument to Abraham Lincoln (1912)
                April 13 -  The Johnstown calamity. A slightly damaged house. Pennsylvania Johnstown, 1889

                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, friends!

                Thursday, April 13, 2023

                NPM 2023 - Poem 13

                My poem for Day 13 of National Poetry Month is written to the photograph The Johnstown calamity. A slightly damaged house. Pennsylvania Johnstown, 1889.


                The Great Flood of 1889

                When the South Fork Dam gave way
                the Little Conemaugh River ran 
                like the Mississippi
                a flood of water and debris
                hit the unsuspecting town
                fires burned for three days
                it wasn't pretty
                even in stereoscope

                Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2023. All rights reserved.

                I hope you'll join me tomorrow for my next poem highlighting a piece of history. You can read the previous poems as images on Instagram or at the links below. Each one is listed according to the primary source that inspired it.

                April 1 - Sketch map of White Oak Swamp and vicinity southeast of Richmond.]; 6/1862; Records of the Office of the Chief of Engineers, Record Group 77 
                April 2 - John Wilkes Booth's calling card
                April 3 - Section of the city code of Montgomery, Alabama, requiring segregation on buses
                April 4 - 1917 poster showing Liberty presenting a sword "Service" to a young woman
                April 5 - Sheet music cover for Votes for Women: International Suffragists' Song
                April 6 - Teachers' Monthly Report and Rules (1865): Narrative School Reports from Teachers and Superintendents of Freedmen's Schools
                April 7 - Letter from Governor Ross Supporting Apache Removal (1886) 
                April 8 - Roy Takeno reading paper in front of office / photograph by Ansel Adams
                April 9 - Amnesty Oath of Robert E. Lee (1865) 
                April 10 - Detroit Publishing Company photograph of The Main street, Mackinac
                April 11 - Pigeon Message from Major Whittlesey to the Commanding Officer of the 308th Infantry (1918)
                April 12 - Henry Bacon’s Competition Proposal for a Monument to Abraham Lincoln (1912)

                Wednesday, April 12, 2023

                NPM 2023 - Poem 12

                My poem for Day 12 of National Poetry Month is written to Henry Bacon’s Competition Proposal for a Monument to Abraham Lincoln (1912).


                neoclassical ghosts haunt DC
                triangular pediments, massive columns
                majestic domes
                iconic symbols of democracy

                Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2023. All rights reserved.

                I hope you'll join me tomorrow for my next poem highlighting a piece of history. You can read the previous poems as images on Instagram or at the links below. Each one is listed according to the primary source that inspired it.

                April 1 - Sketch map of White Oak Swamp and vicinity southeast of Richmond.]; 6/1862; Records of the Office of the Chief of Engineers, Record Group 77 
                April 2 - John Wilkes Booth's calling card
                April 3 - Section of the city code of Montgomery, Alabama, requiring segregation on buses
                April 4 - 1917 poster showing Liberty presenting a sword "Service" to a young woman
                April 5 - Sheet music cover for Votes for Women: International Suffragists' Song
                April 6 - Teachers' Monthly Report and Rules (1865): Narrative School Reports from Teachers and Superintendents of Freedmen's Schools
                April 7 - Letter from Governor Ross Supporting Apache Removal (1886) 
                April 8 - Roy Takeno reading paper in front of office / photograph by Ansel Adams
                April 9 - Amnesty Oath of Robert E. Lee (1865) 
                April 10 - Detroit Publishing Company photograph of The Main street, Mackinac
                April 11 - Pigeon Message from Major Whittlesey to the Commanding Officer of the 308th Infantry (1918)

                Tuesday, April 11, 2023

                NPM 2023 - Poem 11

                My poem for Day 11 of National Poetry Month is written to Pigeon Message from Major Whittlesey to the Commanding Officer of the 308th Infantry (1918).


                battlefield messengers
                of the feathered kind
                braved harsh conditions 
                kept rear commanders informed  
                of enemy movements
                and friendly fire

                Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2023. All rights reserved.

                I hope you'll join me tomorrow for my next poem highlighting a piece of history. You can read the previous poems as images on Instagram or at the links below. Each one is listed according to the primary source that inspired it.

                April 1 - Sketch map of White Oak Swamp and vicinity southeast of Richmond.]; 6/1862; Records of the Office of the Chief of Engineers, Record Group 77 
                April 2 - John Wilkes Booth's calling card
                April 3 - Section of the city code of Montgomery, Alabama, requiring segregation on buses
                April 4 - 1917 poster showing Liberty presenting a sword "Service" to a young woman
                April 5 - Sheet music cover for Votes for Women: International Suffragists' Song
                April 6 - Teachers' Monthly Report and Rules (1865): Narrative School Reports from Teachers and Superintendents of Freedmen's Schools
                April 7 - Letter from Governor Ross Supporting Apache Removal (1886) 
                April 8 - Roy Takeno reading paper in front of office / photograph by Ansel Adams
                April 9 - Amnesty Oath of Robert E. Lee (1865) 
                April 10 - Detroit Publishing Company photograph of The Main street, Mackinac

                Monday, April 10, 2023

                NPM 2023 - Poem 10

                My poem for Day 10 of National Poetry Month is written to a Detroit Publishing Company photograph of The Main street, Mackinac.


                Main street, 1906
                strung, wired,
                ready to power up

                my insulator collection
                small piece of forgotten history

                Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2023. All rights reserved.

                I hope you'll join me tomorrow for my next poem highlighting a piece of history. You can read the previous poems as images on Instagram or at the links below. Each one is listed according to the primary source that inspired it.

                April 1 - Sketch map of White Oak Swamp and vicinity southeast of Richmond.]; 6/1862; Records of the Office of the Chief of Engineers, Record Group 77 
                April 2 - John Wilkes Booth's calling card
                April 3 - Section of the city code of Montgomery, Alabama, requiring segregation on buses
                April 4 - 1917 poster showing Liberty presenting a sword "Service" to a young woman
                April 5 - Sheet music cover for Votes for Women: International Suffragists' Song
                April 6 - Teachers' Monthly Report and Rules (1865): Narrative School Reports from Teachers and Superintendents of Freedmen's Schools
                April 7 - Letter from Governor Ross Supporting Apache Removal (1886) 
                April 8 - Roy Takeno reading paper in front of office / photograph by Ansel Adams
                April 9 - Amnesty Oath of Robert E. Lee (1865)

                Sunday, April 09, 2023

                NPM 2023 - Poem 9

                My poem for Day 9 of National Poetry Month is written to the Amnesty Oath of Robert E. Lee (1865)


                After surrender
                he promised to uphold the Constitution
                expressed a desire for reconciliation
                transitioned from treasonous general
                to college president

                Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2023. All rights reserved.

                I hope you'll join me tomorrow for my next poem highlighting a piece of history. You can read the previous poems as images on Instagram or at the links below. Each one is listed according to the primary source that inspired it.

                April 1 - Sketch map of White Oak Swamp and vicinity southeast of Richmond.]; 6/1862; Records of the Office of the Chief of Engineers, Record Group 77 
                April 2 - John Wilkes Booth's calling card
                April 3 - Section of the city code of Montgomery, Alabama, requiring segregation on buses
                April 4 - 1917 poster showing Liberty presenting a sword "Service" to a young woman
                April 5 - Sheet music cover for Votes for Women: International Suffragists' Song
                April 6 - Teachers' Monthly Report and Rules (1865): Narrative School Reports from Teachers and Superintendents of Freedmen's Schools
                April 7 - Letter from Governor Ross Supporting Apache Removal (1886) 
                April 8 - Roy Takeno reading paper in front of office / photograph by Ansel Adams

                Saturday, April 08, 2023

                NPM 2023 - Poem 8

                My poem for Day 8 of National Poetry Month is written to Roy Takeno reading paper in front of office / photograph by Ansel Adams

                Free Press in Manzanar

                There was nothing free
                in this "reception center"
                240 miles from the sea
                in a high-walled mountain valley
                where US citizens
                treated as aliens and enemies
                were interned

                Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2023. All rights reserved.

                I hope you'll join me tomorrow for my next poem highlighting a piece of history. You can read the previous poems as images on Instagram or at the links below. Each one is listed according to the primary source that inspired it.

                April 1 - Sketch map of White Oak Swamp and vicinity southeast of Richmond.]; 6/1862; Records of the Office of the Chief of Engineers, Record Group 77 
                April 2 - John Wilkes Booth's calling card
                April 3 - Section of the city code of Montgomery, Alabama, requiring segregation on buses
                April 4 - 1917 poster showing Liberty presenting a sword "Service" to a young woman
                April 5 - Sheet music cover for Votes for Women: International Suffragists' Song
                April 6 - Teachers' Monthly Report and Rules (1865): Narrative School Reports from Teachers and Superintendents of Freedmen's Schools
                April 7 - Letter from Governor Ross Supporting Apache Removal (1886)

                Friday, April 07, 2023

                NPM 2023 - Poem 7

                My poem for Day 7 of National Poetry Month is written to a horrific Letter from Governor Ross Supporting Apache Removal (1886). You can read the entire letter in the link.



                They Were Here First

                ghosts of the past
                rattle in the present
                their descendants are here
                strangers in their own land

                targeted by hateful language
                yesterday and today
                     traditional enemies
                     generations of hostility
                     warpath of pillage and murder
                     radical measures
                     extermination

                no peace except in
                distant and isolated lands

                Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2023. All rights reserved.

                I hope you'll join me tomorrow for my next poem highlighting a piece of history. You can read the previous poems as images on Instagram or at the links below. Each one is listed according to the primary source that inspired it.

                April 1 - Sketch map of White Oak Swamp and vicinity southeast of Richmond.]; 6/1862; Records of the Office of the Chief of Engineers, Record Group 77 
                April 2 - John Wilkes Booth's calling card
                April 3 - Section of the city code of Montgomery, Alabama, requiring segregation on buses
                April 4 - 1917 poster showing Liberty presenting a sword "Service" to a young woman
                April 5 - Sheet music cover for Votes for Women: International Suffragists' Song
                April 6 - Teachers' Monthly Report and Rules (1865): Narrative School Reports from Teachers and Superintendents of Freedmen's Schools

                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, friends!

                Thursday, April 06, 2023

                NPM 2023 - Poem 6

                My poem for Day 6 of National Poetry Month is written to Teachers' Monthly Report and Rules (1865): Narrative School Reports from Teachers and Superintendents of Freedmen's Schools. This is a found poem created with words from the Rules.


                Teacher Rules

                value knowledge and
                subjects of instruction 

                notice and observe with 
                special attention
                all pupils

                provide time for learning
                deliver best care in teaching

                Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2023. All rights reserved.

                I hope you'll join me tomorrow for my next poem highlighting a piece of history. You can read the previous poems as images on Instagram or at the links below. Each one is listed according to the primary source that inspired it.

                April 1 - Sketch map of White Oak Swamp and vicinity southeast of Richmond.]; 6/1862; Records of the Office of the Chief of Engineers, Record Group 77 
                April 2 - John Wilkes Booth's calling card
                April 3 - Section of the city code of Montgomery, Alabama, requiring segregation on buses
                April 4 - 1917 poster showing Liberty presenting a sword "Service" to a young woman
                April 5 - Sheet music cover for Votes for Women: International Suffragists' Song

                Wednesday, April 05, 2023

                NPM 2023 - Poem 5

                My poem for Day 5 of National Poetry Month is written to the sheet music cover for Votes for Women: International Suffragists' Song. This is a found poem created with the song's lyrics.


                Votes for Women

                mothers and maids
                foremost toilers of our land
                all answer the call
                marching as one vast army
                liberty under way 

                Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2023. All rights reserved.

                I hope you'll join me tomorrow for my next poem highlighting a piece of history. You can read the previous poems as images on Instagram or at the links below. Each one is listed according to the primary source that inspired it.

                April 1 - Sketch map of White Oak Swamp and vicinity southeast of Richmond.]; 6/1862; Records of the Office of the Chief of Engineers, Record Group 77 
                April 2 - John Wilkes Booth's calling card
                April 3 - Section of the city code of Montgomery, Alabama, requiring segregation on buses
                April 4 - 1917 poster showing Liberty presenting a sword "Service" to a young woman.

                Tuesday, April 04, 2023

                NPM 2023 - Poem 4

                My poem for Day 4 of National Poetry Month is written to a 1917 poster showing Liberty presenting a sword "Service" to a young woman.


                Over There

                more than Uncle Sam
                indelible images 
                posters sold the war 

                Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2023. All rights reserved.

                I hope you'll join me tomorrow for my next poem highlighting a piece of history. You can read the previous poems as images on Instagram or at the links below. Each one is listed according to the primary source that inspired it.

                April 1 - Sketch map of White Oak Swamp and vicinity southeast of Richmond.]; 6/1862; Records of the Office of the Chief of Engineers, Record Group 77 
                April 2 - John Wilkes Booth's calling card
                April 3 - Section of the city code of Montgomery, Alabama, requiring segregation on buses

                Monday, April 03, 2023

                NPM 2023 - Poem 3

                My poem for Day 3 of National Poetry Month is written to a section of the city code of Montgomery, Alabama, requiring segregation on buses


                Don't tell me it's not systemic
                Don't try to convince me it's done
                Centuries of brutal oppression
                Need time to be overcome

                Don't tell me the past is divisive
                The facts can't be denied
                We must tell the truth of history
                Honor all who suffered and died

                Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2023. All rights reserved.

                I hope you'll join me tomorrow for my next poem highlighting a piece of history. You can read the previous poems as images on Instagram or at the links below. Each one is listed according to the primary source that inspired it.

                April 1 - Sketch map of White Oak Swamp and vicinity southeast of Richmond.]; 6/1862; Records of the Office of the Chief of Engineers, Record Group 77 
                April 2 - John Wilkes Booth's calling card