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!