Friday, September 27, 2024

Poetry Sisters and Seven Ways of Looking

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

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

Seven Ways of Looking at a Heron

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

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

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

IV
Heron knows
all things are difficult before they are easy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Friday, August 30, 2024

    Poetry Sisters Write Ekphrastic Poems

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

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



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

    Echoes of War

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

      Friday, July 26, 2024

      Poetry Sisters Write Want-Ad Haiku

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

        Friday, June 28, 2024

        Poetry Friday is Here!

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

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

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

        We had a wonderful Zoom call on Sunday, during which we had a wide-ranging conversation about wabi-sabi. I really wanted to write in a form, so I decided to experiment with the tritina. The tritina is composed of 3 tercets and a final line (envoi) that stands alone. Similar to a sestina, though shorter, it uses a set of 3 alternating end words instead of six. The form is: ABC / CAB / BCA / A, B, and C (final line/envoi). As I was writing, it felt like I didn't have enough room to play, so I tried a sestina. That was disastrous, so the tritina is what I stuck with.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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          Friday, May 31, 2024

          Poetry Sisters in Homage to Body Parts and Lucille Clifton

          This month's challenge was to write in the style of Lucille Clifton while paying homage to a body part, as she does in the poem homage to my hips. Our Zoom call was a week early this month, allowing for time off for Memorial Day weekend. We all bumped up against body image and body weariness (a much better word than age) issues. Considering our bodies in this way was deeply humbling.

          After many stops and starts on poems about various body parts (feet, calves, ears), I have two drafts to share. I haven't mastered Clifton's tone, but it was fun to try.

          homage to my brain

          this brain is a big brain
          not genius big, but
          packed with Jeopardy categories'
          useless facts big.
          this brain is a science brain
          a nerdy brain
          that muses on temperature and pressure
          and the solubility of carbon dioxide in water
          when soda goes flat.
          this brain is a pessimistic brain
          sometimes apocalyptic brain
          filled with existential what-ifs
          prompted by social media
          and doom scrolling.
          this brain is a noisy brain
          a disobedient brain
          refusing to quiet
          standing in the way of
          a good night’s sleep.

          homage to my feet

          these feet are powerful feet
          they have marched
          in formation and run
          hilly miles. these feet
          are expressive feet
          oozing with joy in
          going barefoot in the grass
          dipping into tepid pools
          soaking in a warm, salty tub.
          these feet are pilgrim’s feet
          climbing mountains in Tibet
          or walking the serpentine
          path of a labyrinth
          every step a meditation
          and prayer. these feet are
          political feet, walking miles
          in communion, standing
          up for people and
          the planet.

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

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

            Would you like to try the next challenge? In June, we’re writing poems about wabi-sabi, with Wabi-sabi as the title. In Andrew Juniper's book Wabi Sabi: The Japanese Art of Impermanence, wabi sabi is defined this way. 

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

            In his book Wabi-Sabi Simple, Richard Powell described wabi-sabi as a philosophy that acknowledges a lifestyle that appreciates and accepts three simple truths: "Nothing lasts, nothing is finished, and nothing is perfect." Will you write with us? Good! You have a month to craft your creation and share it on May 31st in a post and/or on social media with the tag #PoetryPals. We look forward to reading your poems!  

            This week, Janice Scully at Salt City Verse is hosting Poetry Friday. I hope you'll take some time to check out all the poetic things being shared today. Happy Poetry Friday, friends!

            Tuesday, April 30, 2024

            NPM 2024 - Book Spine Poem 30

            For National Poetry Month this year, I am perusing my bookshelves and building book spine poems. Since someone pointed out I'd written poems about spring, summer, and fall, I knew I couldn't leave out winter.


            Zero is the leaves on the tree
            How do you know it's winter?
            Animals
            snack, snooze, skedaddle
            snowflakes fall
            Old bear
            time to sleep
            wait, rest, pause
            Footprints in the snow
            bear snores on
            Time flies
            On a snow-melting day
            snowman - cold = puddle
            Wake up world!
            Spring is here

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

            Sources
            • Zero Is the Leaves on the Tree by Betsy Franco, illustrations by Sino Arihara
            • How Do You Know It's Winter? by Ruth Owen
            • Picture This: Animals by Margaret Hynes, illustrations by Andy Crisp
            • Snack, Snooze, Skedaddle: How Animals Get Ready For Winter by Laura Purdie Salas, illustrations by Claudine GĂ©vry
            • Snowflakes Fall by Patricia MacLachlan, illustrations by Steven Kellogg
            • Old Bear by Kevin Henkes
            • Time to Sleep by Denise Fleming
            • Wait, Rest, Pause: Dormancy in Nature by Marcie Flinchum Atkins
            • Footprints in the Snow by Mei Matsuoka
            • Bear Snores On by Karma Wilson, illustrations by Jane Chapman
            • Time Flies by Eric Rohmann
            • On a Snow-Melting Day: Seeking Signs of Spring by Buffy Silverman
            • Snowman - Cold = Puddle: Spring Equations by Laura Purdie Salas, illustrations by Micha Archer
            • Wake Up, World!: A Day In the Life of Children Around the World by Beatrice Hollyer
            • Spring is Here: A Bear and Mole Story by Will Hillenbrand

            It's hard to believe this is the last day of April and the last book spine poem for a while. You can find all the poems I've written this month on the Book Spine Poems page. I can't thank you enough for joining me on this journey.

            Monday, April 29, 2024

            NPM 2024 - Book Spine Poem 29

                For National Poetry Month this year, I am perusing my bookshelves and building book spine poems.


            Stichin' and Pullin' a Gee's Bend Quilt

            Eight hands round
            growing patterns
            inch by inch
            stitch by stitch
            the seasons sewn

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

            Sources
            • Stitchin' and Pullin' A Gee's Bend Quilt by Patricia C. McKissack, illustrations by Cozbi A. Cabrera
            • Eight Hands Round: A Patchwork Alphabet by Ann Whitford Paul, illustrations by Jeanette Winter
            • Growing Patterns: Fibonacci Numbers in Nature by Sarah C. Campbell, photographs by Sarah C. Campbell and Richard P. Campbell
            • Inch by Inch by Leo Lionni
            • Stitch by Stitch: Elizabeth Hobbs Keckly Sews Her Way to Freedom by Connie Schofield-Morrison, illustrations by Elizabeth Zunon
            • The Seasons Sewn: A Year in Patchwork by Ann Whitford Paul, illustrations by Michael McCurdy
            I hope you'll come back again to see what new poem I've cobbled together. You can find all the poems I've written this month on the Book Spine Poems page