Thursday, June 18, 2020

Poetry Friday is Here!

Last year when the call went out for Poetry Friday hosts, I selected this date because I knew I would be knee deep in the classroom and anticipated this day would be at the end of my year in second grade. I never imagined it would end this way. And could you have imagined in January all that would occur in such a short span of time?

I wish I had the words to express how deeply saddened and angry I am about all that has happened and is still happening, not just since Memorial Day with the senseless killing of George Floyd, but for more days than I can count. My social studies methods class last night focused on the teaching of hard history and slavery. I'm not sure I did the topic justice in one 2 hour and  40 minute session, but  at least we began the conversation and talked about the importance of confronting our past and recognizing the impact it has on our present and future.

My writing has been dark and sad. It lacks hope, but I keep writing. My first poem in the summer poetry swap went to Ruth of There is no such thing as a God-forsaken town and was entitled In the Shadow of Violence and Oppression. It was a found poem inspired by current events and was created using lines adapted and modified from The Poisonwood Bible, the story of a missionary family who move from Georgia to the Belgian Congo in 1959. You can read it here if you are interested. I wrote several draft poems using language from this text, including the one below.

The poem I'm sharing today is a golden shovel that uses the lines "Do I dare/Disturb the universe?/In a minute there is time" from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" by T.S. Eliot.

It was one thing I was able to do 
hold a sign, hold a hand. 
wanted to do more, but did not dare
too afraid to offend, too weak to disturb.
As lives turn inside-out and upside-down, the 
world turns uneasily, barreling through the universe.
Here in my city, in
this former confederate stronghold, a
glimmer of hope sparked for a minute
but it did not last, could not take root where there
are towering statutes to pain, to our ugly history. Is
this a battle we can win? I hope so. It's long past time.

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2020. All rights reserved.

I do hope you'll take some time to check out all the wonderful poetic things being shared and collected today. I'm rounding things up old-school style, so please leave a comment and I'll add you to the post. 

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In  Tribute
Michelle Heidenrich Barnes of Today's Little Ditty shares a memorial to her dear friend Carrie Clickard.

Original Poetry
Laura Purdie Salas shares a poem on eve of her daughter's wedding entitled I Need You Need Me.

Robyn Hood Black of Life on the Deckle Edge is sharing a found poem collage entitled Keep in Balance.  

Janice Scully of Salt City Verse has some clerihews for us.

Linda Mitchell  of A Word Edgewise is sharing a found poem entitled This is What Listening Looks Like.

Sally  Murphy shares her poem Orange Cats in a lovely, narrated video form.

Charles Waters rounds up all the amazing poetry happenings in his world AND shares an original poem.

Michelle Kogan shares a poem for Father's Day entitled Father's Perseverance.

Carmela Martino of Teaching Authors shares Trying Something New, a syllable-square poem in the "In One Word" poetry form invented by April Halprin Wayland. 

Carol Varsalona of Beyond Literacy Link shares a photo collage poem in the form of a golden shovel entitled Grandma Love.

Linda Baie of TeacherDance shares a poem entitled All Sides Are Slippery.

Bridget Magee shares many wee things today, including an original poem, a book 'wee-view', and a tiny word wee-source.

Molly Hogan of Nix the comfort zone shares a poem entitled Tabernacle.

Amy of Book Buzz shares a poem inspired by a favorite decorative item in her house.

Irene Latham of Live Your Poem shares her latest ArtSpeak: RED poem entitled "And this is where we shall meet."

Fran Haley of Lit Bits and Pieces shares a loop poem inspired by Margaret Simon's “This Photo Wants to Be a Poem” prompt. 

Tim Kulp of Reflections Arc is sharing a poem in the form of a social media retelling of a myth.

Tim Gels of Yet There Is Method shares a poem entitled Feathers.

Elaine Magliaro of Wild Rose Reader shares A Poem For Three Baby Birds, written by her granddaughter.

Matt Forrest Esenwine shares his poem "Stumpfield Pond, 1975," which won the MacGregor Poetry Prize in 2019.  

Amy Ludwig VanDerwater of The Poem Farm shares a poem entitled "Here".

Carol of The Apples in My Orchard is sharing a number of pandemic haiku.

MSheehan of A Few Words is sharing a poem inspired by "The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock" by T.S. Eliot.

Margaret Simon of Reflections on the Teche shares a found poem to celebrate Juneteenth.

Poems of Others
Karen  Eastlund is sharing a poem by Rainer Maria Rilke.

Jama  Rattigan of  Jama's Alphabet Soup is sharing the poem  The Night of Corona by Ann Barber.

Little Willow is sharing the poem Wood. Salt. Tin. by Jane Hirshfield.

Ruth of There is no such thing as a God-forsaken town shares a lovely bunch of poetry swap poems she received from Kat Apel, and some poetic words about statutes coming down. 

Catherine Flynn of Reading to the Core shares the poem “Worth” by Marilyn Nelson.

Karen Edmisten is sharing Ross Gay's poem entitled "A Small Needful Fact." 

Poetry  Books
Mary Lee Hahn of A Year of Reading shares an excerpt and thoughts about Woke: A Young Poet's Call to Justice.
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Happy poetry Friday all!

Friday, May 29, 2020

Poetry Sisters Look Back Again

This month the challenge was to pick an old poem to revise or write a new poem in conversation with it. I chose to revisit a poem I wrote last year that has not been shared.

My sisters may not know this, but I carry a great deal of guilt for killing our last crown sonnet project. All the momentum and excitement that was built was crushed when I couldn't figure out what to write or where to take my sonnet. I'd pull it out, wrestle with it, then quietly step away, just a little bit defeated. I did this for months, then I put it off. And put it off again for more than a year (15 months, actually). Here's a not-so-brief history of this effort, with a bit of commentary interspersed throughout the email trail. (Scroll to the bottom if you just want to read the poem.)

Friday, February 23, 2018 at 2:24 PM
And did you guys get the invite to the doc I opened for our end-of-year Crown Sonnet? My sonnet #1 is up there and Laura, you're next!

***** Sonnet 2 came in about one month later, so 30 days to write a sonnet seemed doable.*****

Monday, March 26, 2018 
11:47 AM - I'm not sure who's up after me - I have a quick sonnet up, and I think the final couplet will also remain the same, or at least mostly the same -- so whomever is up next can carry on. 
2:08 PM - Oh my god -- Laura -- this is SO EXCITING!!! Tanita -- I think you're our third poet.  
5:06 PM  - Laura, thank you for that final line... I'm not sure if I'll be able to continue to Seven Sisters mythology in the same way in my sonnet with it, but it certainly gives me somewhere definite to go! I'll try to do this relatively quickly, but I make no promises!
9:12 PM - I'm not sure who's up after me - I have a quick sonnet up, and I think the final couplet will also remain the same, or at least mostly the same -- so whomever is up next can carry on. 
9:55 PM -  First, I think Tricia is in charge of our 4th sonnet. But more importantly -- TANITA -- HOW DID YOU DO THAT SO QUICKLY? 
10:00 PM - I'm sorry. WHAT?!
*****I've left out a few of the more interesting/choice comments, but you get the drift. Tanita is a poetry machine and just like that I was on the hook, though I don't remember even looking at the poems  at this point.*****

Wednesday, May 16, 2018 
6:39 PM - Tricia -- You're next in line on our Crown sonnet! The first three are up on the doc. 
6:46 PM - Yikes!  I did not know I was next. I will take a look and get moving. Thank you for the reminder.
8:36 PM  - No worries -- we're in good shape and have plenty of time!
Thursday, May 17, 2018 
10:55 AM  - I'm afraid to know where I fall in the rotation. 
11:24 AM  - Well, funny you should mention that! Only the first four sonnets have been claimed:
  • Liz
  • Laura
  • Tanita
  • Tricia
Who will Tricia hand hers off to?? That remains to be seen! :)
Tuesday, June 5, 2018 at 6:05 PM
I will take the slot after Tricia for the Crown sonnet!

Friday, September 14, 2018 at 10:50 AM
I have been trying, and failing, at my turn at the crown sonnet. Help! Everything I try is too damn close to Tanita’s, and beyond telling the story of the sisters, I’m stuck, stuck, stuck. Here is Tanita’s final couplet and my first stanza.
We, moon to manhood’s sun? A specious lie!
Star make their own light, whole worlds beautify.

Stars make their own light, worlds they beautify
light years away and brighter than our sun
condensed from gas and dust they fill the sky
the lore they spark from ancient stories spun
I’m coming up blank on writing anything else about the 7 sisters. Should I write about other myths in the constellations? Should I focus on the science of stars? With December as our deadline and others still to write, I don’t want to hold us up any longer. Thoughts?

Saturday, September 15, 2018
2:23 PM - Tricia -- what about bringing us back to earth for awhile? Talking about human women?  
7:15 PM - Or talking about something unrelated for a bit. Or the difficulty of sisterhood. Or the struggle of being stuck in place. Or or or 
10:26 PM - I like the idea of sharing a story of other famous female friendship or sisterhoods. Or other things beautified or enhanced by a simple thing. Think prisms making rainbows: a mere bend in the light... Catalysts. A tiny winged seed, a giant redwood; a flickering spark becoming a towering flame...
You've got this!
*****Nearly six months after the partial crown was handed off, I finally reached out for help and got great advice, most of which I tried, and none of which helped me get over the hump.*****

Monday, October 8, 2018 
3:41 PM - And we know how I’m floundering with my part of the crown. I’ll see what I can get out by week’s end. I’m heading to a conference, so I’m hoping for some time to write. It’s actually what I do when the sessions are less than helpful.

4:09 PM - We all need something to do at conferences when sessions are "less than helpful." God knows. 
4:12 PM - This is what I used to do in boring high school classes.  I wrote more there than at home. Sometimes I think we should teach poetry as a rebel act, yes?
Tuesday, November 27, 2018 
7:32 PM - Hello friends... I fear we may have run out of time on our crown sonnet. The first Friday of the month is the 7th. Any chance, or no way? 
8:00 PM - I feel terrible that I’ve let you all down here.
Can we add this to next year’s list for February or March? (Assuming we want to continue this crazy, lovely, fun writing together.) 
8:08 PM - I don't feel let down AT ALL!! Yes, let's bump it a few months.  
9:09 PM - I second not feeling let down. No way I could pick up whatever Tricia puts down by the 7th, so yes, let's push it to next year!
Wednesday, November 28, 2018 at 12:19 PM
As always, I wake up and the Mid/East Coast contingent has worked it all out. Well done, the lot of you. And I add myself to the not disappointed and gleeful we have an excuse to continue next year group!

Thursday, January 3, 2019 at 9:19 PM
Because I don't want anyone stuck or unawares, we've rescheduled the crown for March. If that feels way too soon, I'm happy to swap my two months and we could share the crown in July. What do you think?

Tuesday, January 8, 2019 at 3:40 PM
ALSO, I've bumped the Crown Sonnet down to April -- March seemed unrealistic -- so we need someone to assign us something for March now.

Friday, February 22, 2019 at 12:43 PM
Also, not to be bossy but, how's the Crown Sonnet coming? Do we need to scratch it and start something new? I understand if that's the case!!!

Friday, March 1, 2019 
6:47 PM - And this is your friendly reminder that the crown will post in August. 
7:13 PM - I'll admit to moving it to August. I'm still struggling.
Saturday, March 2, 2019 at 7:49 AM
Ha ha ha -- I LOVE that you moved the crown! 
I thought we'd had it in April and then I was like, maybe I moved it!

Wednesday, May 22, 2019 at 4:15 PM
...BTW, how is the Crown coming? Just a gentle reminder that August Is Coming (Winter having come/gone.)

Thursday, June 6, 2019 at 11:12 PM
Okay, I’ve written 4 skinny poems. This means that during tomorrow’s car ride I WILL finish my part of the crown. Perhaps we can back it up another month??????

*****I was still full of big promises at this point, but still couldn't get it done.*****

Friday, June 28, 2019 
3:36 PM - Meanwhile, August's crown sonnet is coming! Are we going to need to just move that to December and be done with it?  
4:12 PM - I fear I may have railroaded folks into the Crown this time around. Shall we ditch it and just come up with something new? I'm FINE with that -- I don't want anyone feeling horrible pressure because what's the point??? 
10:40 PM - Thanks for these reminders. I’m fine if we drop the crown sonnet, if it provides relief to others. No way we get there by August since I haven’t even gotten it yet, and I think there are one or two people after me...
Tuesday, July 2, 2019 
8:38 AM - Alas, Tanita called it the poem that would not be written. I still only have 4 lines on my part of the crown. I hate to give up entirely for the year, so perhaps shuffle it off again, or maybe post in January?
1:58 PM - I'm fine for pushing the Crown till Nov, Dec, Jan -- UNLESS you all would rather ditch it! Honestly, I'd understand! 
2:30 PM - I'm fine to ditch or to not ditch the Crown - I'm entirely at the group's disposal. 
6:05 PM - I am going to jump in and say that I think we should drop the crown. I think it’s not wanting to be done. Just my two cents and I will happily change my mind if need be.
Monday, July 8, 2019 at 12:36 PM
Subject: The Sonnet that will not be written - IS WRITTEN!
Well, it appears all I needed was fresh mountain air and time to write to finally, finally write a sonnet. PHEW! I don’t know who’s next, but here’s my final couplet:

As galaxies and stars are formed anew
Will gazing at the sky change our world view?

Just a thought, since our last crown debuted in January, should we shoot for that? I don’t want to pressure anyone into a timeline. Lord knows I took forever.

Monday, July 8, 2019 
10:12 PM - Next up is me. Not sure who comes after. 
11:01 PM - Oh my goodness! This actually thrilled me more than I expected it to! OK, so....
Tuesday, July 9, 2019 
8:45 AM   - We need to arrange the next several months. Can we bump up Sept, Oct, and Nov? And then shall we do the Crown in December? You all tell me!
9:56 AM - I haven't been weighing in, since my part is finished. But I'm so pleased to see it rolling along again :>)
Monday, October 14, 2019 at 1:39 PM
And then it's the crown sonnet next! Where is that, anyway? If it's more than two people away from being completed, maybe we should kick it to 1/2020 and do a December ekphrastic? 

Tuesday, November 12, 2019 
1:01 PM - I feel like we should probably put that Crown Sonnet to bed -- it doesn't seem to have ever really caught fire, right?  
2:43 PM  - If even one of us is breathing a sigh of relief at the idea of not doing a crown, then maybe we shouldn't. This wasn't ever meant to be an un-fun challenge.
*****And so, after keeping everyone on tenterhooks for months on end, we finally gave it up.*****

Who among us would have imagined that writing about stars and mythology would be harder than the writing about the periodic table? Needless to say, I've been angst-ing (that's a word, right?) about my failure to hold up my part of this project for ages. Since this poem hasn't seen the light of day (I'm not even sure my sisters have read it), I thought I'd revisit the draft and fine tune it a bit. The first line of the poem comes from the last line of the poem Tanita wrote.

Untitled Sonnet, 4th in a Never-Was Crown on the Pleiades

     Stars make their own light, worlds they beautify
     through space and time their photons reach the Earth
     but more than this connects us to the sky
     star dust the stuff of everything that’s birthed

     Each atom, every molecule comes from
     the residue of an exploding star
     that violence should kindle this outcome
     ignites our quest to know just who we are

     Star watchers look to constellations old
     seek truth in myth and ancient stories spun
     find clues to grand design and truths foretold
     in times of love and loss, we come undone

     As galaxies and stars are formed anew
     will gazing at the sky change our world view?

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2020. All rights reserved.

You can read the pieces written by my Poetry Sisters at the links below. 
Before I send you off to our Poetry Friday host, I do have one more thing to share with all the poetry friends who have seen our Poetry Sisters posts for so many years. After more than a decade of writing together and several years of monthly assignments, we wondered if any of you might like to play along? Here's what we propose: 

Once we agree to our poetic prompts and calendar, we'll share them with you and invite you to write and share, too. We'll remind you once a month or so (via our various social media megaphones) and you're welcome to tag us (or not) when you post.

Now, to that end, here's what's cooking for June, posting on the last Friday of the month: theme is susurrus, or an image of thick woods, whatever form we wish! Will you join us? We'd love to have you.

I do hope you'll take some time to check out all the wonderful poetic things being shared and collected today by Mary Lee Hahn at A Year of Reading. Happy poetry Friday friends!

Thursday, April 30, 2020

NPM 2020 - The Beginning and the End

It's the last day of April, the last of National Poetry Month. I started on this journey thinking about all the places I'd like to go in a time when we are staying in and staying home. Pictures of those places served as inspiration for my poems. At the end of this month I'm thinking back to beginnings and to one of the places that is in my thoughts every day, and one I desperately miss.
Longdale Elementary School, Glen Allen, VA  
September, 2019

It started out so well
a dream really
back to school
every day a teacher's life
until it all came crashing down

I miss the early mornings
late afternoons
greeting kids at breakfast
lunch in the cafeteria
waving goodbye to their buses

I miss the gap-toothed smiles
the eye-rolling
the unicorns (everywhere on everything)
I miss the high fives
the fist bumps
but mostly the hugs

I miss what was
wonder what might have been
mourn for what will never be
and want it back
each minute we've missed
since the doors were
shuttered

I long for a do-over
a time-machine
to take me back to
that first day
before I fell in love
and had my heart broken

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2020. All rights reserved.

That's it for this year's NPM project. I can't thank you enough for stopping by.

Wednesday, April 29, 2020

NPM 2020 - Scooters

It could have been any city street, crowded with traffic and pedestrians on the sidewalks. But the signs and multitude of scooters reminded us we weren't in an American city.

Taipei city streets, Taipei, Taiwan  
May, 2007

scooters everywhere
racing taxies and buses
forgive me, I'll walk

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2020. All rights reserved.

That's it for today. I hope you'll join me again tomorrow.

Tuesday, April 28, 2020

NPM 2020 - LOVE Sculpture

Today, versions of Robert Indiana's LOVE sculpture can be found all around the world, but it didn't originate as a sculpture. It was actually an image for the MOMA Christmas card in 1965.  In 1970, the first sculpture was made and displayed at the Indianapolis Museum of Art. In 1973, the image appeared on a postage stamp.
LOVE Sculpture outside Taipei 101 in Taipei, Taiwan  
May, 2007

With apologies to the Beatles ...

All you need is love
truth
spoken
and
heard
truth
lived
and
learned
truth
Love is all you need

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2020. All rights reserved.

That's it for today. I hope you'll join me again tomorrow.

Monday, April 27, 2020

NPM 2020 - The Great Wall

When I went to China, I was particularly excited to see the Great Wall. About 50 miles from Beijing, this section was built around 1505 and was restored in the 1950s and 1980s. You can imagine the disappointment as we headed out on a rainy and foggy day to make our visit.

Today's poem is a cherita. A cherita is a poem that tells a story and consists of a one-line stanza, followed by a two-line stanza, and then finishing with a three-line stanza.


Badaling section of the Great Wall, Yanqing District, China  
May, 2007

underneath umbrellas

we approached the wall
turn left or right, which path to take?

we skipped the crowds
did not regret
the harder climb

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2020. All rights reserved.

That's it for today. I hope you'll join me again tomorrow.

Sunday, April 26, 2020

NPM 2020 - Roller Coasters

I love roller coasters. My son is often my partner in crime and will ride the craziest of coasters with me. Sometimes I get a bit nervous waiting for the ride, but once it's over, I'm ready to do it all again.
Fahrenheit roller coaster in Hershey Park, Hershey, PA
July, 2018

hold on to your hat
that first drop is a doozy
once is not enough

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2020. All rights reserved.

That's it for today. I hope you'll join me again tomorrow.

Saturday, April 25, 2020

NPM 2020 - Ducklings

In the courtyard of my mother's nursing home is a small pond. A while back a duck and her ducklings took up residence. My mother loved to sit outside and watch them.
Small pond at  St. John's Home, Rochester, NY
July, 2018
man-made pond hosts ducks
off course and out place, but
ducklings bring a smile

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2020. All rights reserved.

That's it for today. I hope you'll join me again tomorrow.

Friday, April 24, 2020

NPM 2020 on Poetry Friday - Poetry Sisters Write Skinny Poems

The challenge this month was to write a skinny poem with the theme of foresight (again) or spring, or both. A skinny poem consists of eleven lines. Lines 1 and 11 can be any length and line 11 must use the same words from line 1, though they can be rearranged. Lines 2, 6, and 10 must be identical. And finally, what makes this poem skinny, is that fact that all lines except for 1 and 11 (the first and last) may be only ONE WORD LONG. You can learn more about the form at The Skinny Poetry Journal.

In my initial drafts I pretty much failed this challenge as it related to theme, but I did manage a few relative to form. I did write a skinny poem for my mom earlier this week with a reference to spring. You can read it in Monday's post NPM 2020 - From the Window.  I did finally sit down to write at least one on point. Here are several offerings.

Skinny 1
I come from
where
mom
knows
best,
where
family’s
first.
Love’s
where
I come from.
University of Richmond campus, April 2020
Skinny 2
My favorite flowers are
tulips.
Brightly
colored
show-offs,
tulips
herald
spring’s
arrival.
Tulips
are my favorite flowers.

Skinny 3
My heart breaks
inside.
Pandemic
isolation
sucks!
Inside
social
distancing,
staying
inside
breaks my heart

Poems ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2020. All rights reserved.

You can read the pieces written by my Poetry Sisters at the links below. 
I do hope you'll take some time to check out all the wonderful poetic things being shared and collected today by Christie Wyman at Wondering & Wandering. Happy poetry Friday friends!

Thursday, April 23, 2020

NPM 2020 - By the River

I've mentioned more than once my love for the mountains. As I reflect on the poems I've written so  far this month, more than a few have been inspired by mountain settings. This one is no different. My sweet friend Christen took me to her family's cabin as a birthday treat two summers ago. The river just outside the front door was ice cold, but oh so refreshing.

Today's poem is written in rhyme royal, which is a seven-line stanza in iambic pentameter with the rhyme scheme a/b/a/b/b/c/c.
Conway River, Standardsville, VA
August, 2018

Such happy hours spent along this bank
two barefoot wading downstream tossing stones
with hands cupped sure we bent and scooped and drank
post hike a dip helped soothe our weary bones
a perfect day without our ringing phones
a day along the river can't be beat
but time spent with a friend is just as sweet 

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2020. All rights reserved.

That's it for today. I hope you'll join me again tomorrow.

Wednesday, April 22, 2020

NPM 2020 - Missing Baseball

It really doesn't feel like spring, not without baseball. We've missed the anticipation and excitement of opening day. I miss cheering against the Yankees. I miss attending the games of our local AA team. I miss the clink of a bat hitting a ball and the loudspeaker echoing through the neighborhood as the UR team plays not far from my backyard. I so miss baseball.

Today's poem is a  Zeno. The  Zeno, a form invented by J. Patrick Lewis, is a 10-line verse form with a repeating syllable count of 8,4,2,1,4,2,1,4,2,1. The rhyme scheme is abcdefdghd.
Nationals Park, Washington,  DC 
September,  2016

Bottom of the ninth, need one out
wind up, fast ball,
strike one!
Crowd
roars approval.
Batter
cowed,
strikes two and three!
Fans stand
proud.

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2020. All rights reserved.

That's it for today. I hope you'll join me again tomorrow.

Tuesday, April 21, 2020

NPM 2020 - Studio Row

I've written before about my love for Nimrod Hall as a writer's retreat. Each of my experiences there occurred during an artist's retreat. On the final night of retreat, the artists open their studios and rooms and showcase the work they have done throughout the week. Now, I have not done any painting since elementary school art class, but in recent years it's become something I'd like to try.
   
Studio Row at Nimrod Hall,  Bath County, VA
July, 2019

mountain
retreat beckons
ignites the artist's zeal
to set to canvas, color, light,
and life

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2020. All rights reserved.

That's it for today. I hope you'll join me again tomorrow.

Monday, April 20, 2020

NPM 2020 - From the Window

On Easter Sunday my brother and his wife, my niece and her husband, and my grand niece stood in the park across the street from my mother's nursing home while holding signs and waving. I'd give anything to be in that park right now.
   
The view of Highland Park from St. John's Home (6th floor), Rochester, NY
April 2018 and March 2019

A Skinny Poem for My Mom

She sees you.
It’s
her
favorite
view.
It’s
spring
outside.
Today
it’s
you she sees

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2020. All rights reserved.

Here's the Easter Sunday view from the park. That's my mom looking out. (Thanks to Cathy Stohr for the photo.)

That's it for today. I hope you'll join me again tomorrow.

Sunday, April 19, 2020

NPM 2020 - Rooftops

In 2007, I traveled with faculty colleagues to Taiwan, China, and Tibet. The trip was life-changing. I met so many kind people, saw so many incredible historical places, and had experiences I won't forget. Even in some of the grandest places, my eyes were drawn to features and minor details that can sometimes be overlooked.
The Forbidden City, Beijing, China
May, 2007

all over China
my eyes were drawn
to rooftops
but no more so than in
the Forbidden City
the golden eaves
the dragons
all declared
this space was not for
ordinary people

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2020. All rights reserved.

That's it for today. I hope you'll join me again tomorrow.

Saturday, April 18, 2020

NPM 2020 - Desert Cactus

After many years of teaching about desert ecosystems and the adaptations of the plants and animals that live there, I finally get to experience the wonder and beauty of the desert for myself.
Prickly Pear at the Desert Botanical Gardens, Phoenix, AZ
February 2020

Who knew there was so much beauty
in a humble prickly pear?
The colors beg you draw nearer,
while the spines warn you away.
Live a little!
It's worth the sharp sting
to taste the sweet and tart.

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2020. All rights reserved.

That's it for today. I hope you'll join me again tomorrow.

Friday, April 17, 2020

NPM 2020 on a Poetry Friday - In the Garden

I  love gardens. I suppose that's because  I have a black thumb and am enamored of things  I can't grow.  When I travel, I particularly like to visit botanical gardens and take in the local flora  (and sometimes fauna as well).  I'm  also quite fond of the gardens in my own backyard. Not my literal backyard, but my city.
February, 2020

field trip in February
sweet and silly eight year olds
undeterred by rain
smiles all around
and love--big, big love

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2020. All rights reserved.

I do hope you'll take some time to check out all the wonderful poetic things being shared and collected today by Molly Hogan at Nix the comfort zone. Happy poetry Friday friends! 

Thursday, April 16, 2020

NPM 2020 - Golden Gate

A few days after my high school graduation I was in the hospital having reconstructive surgery on my ankle (gymnastics injury). Shortly after I came home, I got on my first plane (Continental Airlines) and flew to San Francisco. My aunt and uncle living in Walnut Creek, CA sent me the plane ticket as a graduation gift. While there I took in everything I possibly could. I remember being incredibly disappointed that it was so foggy on the day of our visit to see the Golden Gate Bridge.
Golden Gate Bridge, San Francisco, CA
July, 1983

rising through the fog
orange vermillion towers
span the golden strait

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2020. All rights reserved.

That's it for today. I hope you'll join me again tomorrow.

Wednesday, April 15, 2020

NPM 2020 - The Castle

I have mixed feelings about castles. I love to see them from the outside, admire the architecture and  design, wander the grounds and gardens. However, once inside I find I'm disturbed, even disenchanted, by the opulence.

Neuschwanstein Castle, Bavaria, Germany
June 1990

Walt's inspiration
this schloss upon a hillside
Disney's can't compare

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2020. All rights reserved.

That's it for today. I hope you'll join me again tomorrow.

Tuesday, April 14, 2020

NPM 2020 - Mosiacs

When I travel, I like to look beyond the tall buildings and "standard" attractions (though those can  be wonderful), to look at the art and architectural nuances that catch my eye. Yesterday it was murals. Today it's mosaics.
River Walk Mosaic, San Antonio, TX
August, 2000

Strolling the River Walk
following the crowds
you miss them
these magnificent birds
their tails with one hundred eyes
watching you pass by
in a needless hurry
never really seeing
the beauty in 
extraordinary details

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2020. All rights reserved.

That's it for today. I hope you'll join me again tomorrow.

Monday, April 13, 2020

NPM 2020 - Murals

I'm fascinated by murals, what they are expressing, and what they say about the artist and the place they are found. The  first time I  saw this one,  I couldn't get Yggdrasil and mythology out of my mind.
City of Rochester Public Market, Rochester, NY
July, 2019

for centuries they nailed
an owl to a barn door
to ward off evil
and lightning

but this owl
guards the dryad
living in the tree
that keeps watch
over the market

together they are
worthy sentinels
of this space where
flowers and vegetables
flourish

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2020. All rights reserved.

That's it for today. I hope you'll join me again tomorrow.

Sunday, April 12, 2020

NPM 2020 - Covered Bridges

When I was growing up my parents took me to Washington, DC  several years in a row during spring break to visit my sister. On the way, we took side trips to national parks, antique shops, and roadside attractions. One year we mapped out a route that had us visiting numerous covered bridges in Pennsylvania and Maryland.
Utica Mills Covered Bridge, Frederick County, MD
April, 1980

after a while
they all looked alike
narrow and rickety
stretching over creeks and streams
but crossing each one was
an adventure

dad drove slowly across
the single lane bridge
while we nervously held
a collective breath
as the timbers groaned
and tires thumped

the car felt too big
the bridge too small
I could almost stretch
my hand through the window
and touch the passing beams

once safely on the other side
we stopped to celebrate
snap a picture
marvel at the engineering
before unfolding the map
and plotting our course 
to the next covered bridge

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2020. All rights reserved.


That's it for today. I hope you'll join me again tomorrow.

Saturday, April 11, 2020

NPM 2020 - On the Sea

The more we stay in, the more I want to get out. And not just out, but away. Far, far, away ...
Cancun, Mexico
June, 2011

set sail
blue waves calling
tack and turn through the wind
leave all your cares behind, breathe in
the sea

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2020. All rights reserved.

That's it for today. I hope you'll join me again tomorrow.

Friday, April 10, 2020

NPM 2020 on Poetry Friday - The Beach

On the first day of National Poetry Month, I shared a poem that ended with the line  "I'll take the mountains." Today I'm thinking differently.
Virginia Beach, VA
April 2019

spring sunrise at the beach
quiet winds and birds my friends
waiting for the waves
to wash over my feet
the shock takes me back
to dipping my toes in
a cool mountain stream
in both places
barefoot is best

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2020. All rights reserved.

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

Thursday, April 09, 2020

NPM 2020 - Nimrod Hall

During the summer of 2018 I had the opportunity to spend a weekend at Nimrod Hall in Bath  County, Virginia. Established in 1783  as a hunting lodge, it now serves as a place for artists and writers to gather. I was even luckier to  return for  another 5 days  during the summer of 2019. On the Nimrod  Hall property are a number of abandoned cabins from Camp Nimrod, the site of summer camps for boys and girls from the 1930's to the 1980's.
Camp Nimrod Cabins, Bath County, VA
July, 2018

the signs warn trespassers
do not enter
do not approach
so the cabins are 
photographed and painted 
from afar

but I was THAT child
the one that touched wet paint
crawled under fences
climbed over locked gates
the one determined to
turn no, do not, can not 
into yes

each walk past the cabins
took me closer 
filled me with longing to
peer into the windows
tiptoe up the steps
open the rotting  door

but the responsible adult
silenced the inner child
and settled for making memories
from a distance

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2020. All rights reserved.

That's it for today. I hope you'll join me again tomorrow.

Wednesday, April 08, 2020

NPM 2020 - Mountain Cairn

I've collected rocks since I was a child. I like to pick them up when I travel as a small souvenir of places I've been. I also like to photograph rocks and rock formations. I find cairns particularly interesting.
Cairn in the mountains of Tibet at 5000 m (16,400 feet)
May, 2007

Genesis 31: 45-46
“And Jacob took a stone, and set it up for a pillar. And Jacob said unto his brethren, Gather stones; and they took stones, and made a heap..."
It's not much
this heap of stones
made by human hands
marking a trail
echoing a traveler's shout
“I was here!”

I grab a pebble
near the cairn
turn it over in my hand
slip it in my pocket
committing this mountain
this place
to memory

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2020. All rights reserved.

That's it for today. I hope you'll join me again tomorrow.

Tuesday, April 07, 2020

NPM 2020 - Natural Bridge

Have you ever seen something that takes your breath away?  That makes you wonder in awe at the power of the natural world? It doesn't need to be on the scale of the Grand Canyon. It can something  as "small" as a 215-foot tall limestone gorge carved out by a creek.
Natural Bridge State Park, VA
August, 2015

In Earth science it's known as
karst topography
textbooks describe it
what it is
how it's formed
but to see the limestone gorge—
undeniable evidence of
the power of water—
is wondrous
and unfathomable

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2020. All rights reserved.

That's it for today. I hope you'll join me again tomorrow.

Monday, April 06, 2020

NPM 2020 - Back in Time

Sometimes my desire to travel is not to another place, but another time.  And honestly, who doesn't  wish to go back in time every so often?

Vroom Road, Spencerport, NY
Easter Sunday, 1968

that crabapple tree
grew as we did over time
though it never went out of fashion

I'd give anything
to go back in time
to race the dog to the barn
blow bubbles in the yard
recapture the home in my heart

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2020. All rights reserved.

That's it for today. I hope you'll join me again tomorrow.

Sunday, April 05, 2020

NPM 2020 - Written in Stone

Sometimes beauty is found in the most unusual places. Similarly, so is inspiration. For today's poem I wrote a Sedoka. A sedoka is an unrhymed poem made up of two three-line katauta, each with syllable counts of 5/7/7. 
George Washington National Forest,  Nelson County, Virginia
June 2017

beauty abounds
in birds and fragrant flowers
in sea and sky and moonlight

but you don't see it
in yourself, your own beauty
even though it's etched in stone

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2020. All rights reserved.

That's it for today. I hope you'll join me again tomorrow.

Saturday, April 04, 2020

NPM 2020 - To Market

I adore the farmer's market, so whenever I travel, I make it a point to visit an outdoor market.  These  two markets were vastly different from any other I'd experienced.
Durian fruit in a market in Taipei, Taiwan
May, 2007

Market in Lhasa, Tibet
May, 2007

So many unknowns
fragrances like no other
be  brave ... try a bite

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2020. All rights reserved.

That's it for today. I hope you'll join me again tomorrow.

Friday, April 03, 2020

NPM 2020 on Poetry Friday - My Writing Cabin

In September of 2009 I spent a glorious few days in the company of poets. Spending my days immersed in reading, writing, and talking poetry was like finding my people. It was, in a word, heaven.
My cabin at the Highlights Foundation Retreat Center, Milanville, PA
September  2009 (before the Barn was built!)

home away from home
you have all the world to write
heart and pen? meet paper

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2020. All rights reserved.

I do hope you'll take some time to check out all the wonderful poetic things being shared and collected today by Heidi Mordhorst at my juicy little universe. Happy poetry Friday friends! 

Thursday, April 02, 2020

NPM 2020 - A Vacant Lot

On trips to visit my mother I like to drive through many different neighborhoods in the city of Rochester, from some of the wealthiest, to some of the poorest. While the rundown areas sadden me, my spirits are always lifted by one vacant lot. Surrounded by boarded up homes, someone still tends to it with love, and seeing it always gives me hope and makes me smile.
Corner of Goodman Ave and Eisenberg Place, Rochester, NY
July 2015

A city blighted
so many broken homes
the old neighborhoods
aren’t the same
yet hope springs eternal
in a vacant lot
filled with the promise
that flowers bring

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2020. All rights reserved.

That's it for today. I hope you'll join me again tomorrow.

Wednesday, April 01, 2020

NPM 2020 - Armchair Travelers

My plan for National Poetry Month this year was to focus on poems of math and numbers. However, in this time of COVID-19 and staying at home, I thought a bit of armchair traveling might be warranted. While I don't have photos of all the places I've been, I have a lot of wonderful memories. I hope you'll join me on this journey.

Cashiers Valley in Jackson County, North Carolina
August, 2008

Summer at the shore
sand .. sun .. screaming gulls and crowds
I'll take the mountains

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2020. All rights reserved.

That's it for today. I hope you'll join me again tomorrow.

Friday, March 27, 2020

Poetry Sisters Write Classics

The challenge this month was to write a poem in any form with the theme of classic, or to an image we consider classic.

Life is so hard right now that it was difficult not to focus on the state of the world as I began to write. I  tried to brainstorm some ideas and asked myself, "What is classic?" I immediately thought of the classic cars my father loved and repaired, the "classics" an English major reads, the classics major, and the way my son says "classic" when he listens to his friends talk about their escapades. That short list set me on a familiar path. You see, I've written a lot of poems about my dad since his death, now almost 11 years ago. I'm not sure why, but my heart and poems often seem to find their way to him.  Here's what I came up with.

My Father's Hobby
Worn out shells of classic cars
rusty and forlorn
peaking out from weeds and grass
"Parts cars"
my father called them
culled them for the Fiat
he was rebuilding in the garage
"Junk!"
my mother called them

On Sunday drives we traveled
with the classifieds
stopping to check out
cars for sale
sometimes adding another to the
growing collection of clunkers
each sacrificing a bit of its guts
a carburetor here, a steering wheel there
a stick shift, a parking brake

I often sat quietly on a stool
watching him work
in rain, in cold
hour after hour
his labor of love
in pieces more than whole

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2020. All rights reserved.

You can read the poems written by my poetry sisters at the links below.
Tanita Davis
Rebecca Holmes
Sara Lewis Holmes
Kelly Ramsdell
Laura Purdie Salas
Liz Garton Scanlon
Andi Sibley

I do hope you'll take some time to check out all the wonderful poetic things being shared and collected today by Tabatha Yeatts at The Opposite of Indifference. Happy poetry Friday friends!

Friday, February 28, 2020

Poetry Sisters Look Back - Take 1

In setting our challenges for this year, we decided that we would take time to revisit poems we wrote in previous outings. I  spent way too much  time looking back through old  posts! Seriously,  this monthly  adventure has  generated a lot of writing. I finally settled on our September 2015 challenge  in which we wrote found poems. I experimented with blackout poems and shared a few I strung together to into a story of sorts. When I looked back through my poetry notebook, I found an unfinished and abandoned poem from this prompt and decided it would be my focus for this month. The first thing I  did was change it from a blackout poem to "white out" poem.  This seems a bit easier on the eyes to me. I also played around a bit with the words I chose to include, changing the theme of the poem.

I found this interesting because my original  post  included a poem created from a recipe by Jamie Oliver. This "lost" poem was created from the August 29, 2002 blog entry from The Julie/Julia Project.

Here's my updated poem. You'll probably need to click on the image to see/read it.

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2020. All rights reserved.

You can read the poems written by my poetry sisters at the links below.
Tanita Davis
Rebecca Holmes
Sara Lewis Holmes
Kelly Ramsdell
Laura Purdie Salas
Liz Garton Scanlon
Andi Sibley


I do 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 friends!

Friday, January 31, 2020

Poetry Sisters and the LAST Friday of the Month - January Haiku

It seems late to be saying happy new year, but welcome 2020. This year my poetry sisters and I will be sharing our challenges on the LAST Friday of the month instead of the first. I'm grateful for the little bit of added time.

This month the challenge was to write a haiku with the theme or foresight, or the new year, or both. I'll admit I normally write every day, but I haven't written anything in a few weeks. It felt good to sit down and put pen to paper. Yes, that is how I write poetry!

Honestly, I would prefer to wrestle with a sonnet than a haiku. Some folks make haiku look easy, but man, getting it right is hard. Here are a few of the poems I wrote.


New Year's morning
recalling the prior year
fills me with gratitude



Janus minds the door
ushers in another year
humbles us with hindsight




January first
the birds in the trees sing
just another day


this year of foresight
cancel my psychic readings
horoscopes be damned


another new year
calendars out of sync
school's not even half over

Poems ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2020. All rights reserved.

You can read the poems written by my poetry sisters at the links below.
Tanita Davis
Rebecca Holmes
Sara Lewis Holmes
Kelly Ramsdell
Laura Purdie Salas
Liz Garton Scanlon
Andi Sibley

I do hope you'll take some time to check out all the wonderful poetic things being shared and collected today by Jone MscCulloch at Deowriter. Happy poetry Friday friends!