Sunday, April 14, 2019

NPM 2019 Day 14: A Cartwheel Is a Poem

In December I wrote a list poem entitled How I Turned That Frown Upside Down. This was the last stanza.
I still whistle and read the funny pages
Still love a dog and walking barefoot
Just yesterday I stood on my head
I imagine a cartwheel isn't far behind
Today's poem is a follow-up to the last line of this poem.

A Cartwheel Is a Poem

don’t feel fifty-three
don’t see it in the mirror
will not act my age

think tall, toes pointed
muscle memory kicks in
smile through it all

morning on the beach
no better way to spend it
turning upside down

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2019. All rights reserved.

Happy Sunday all. See you tomorrow for another original poem.


  1. Beautiful form, Tricia! And poem. And zest for life. <3

  2. YOU GO GIRL!!!!!
    I knew you'd get there.
    I am getting stronger and eventually I, too, will get to that cartwheel. Or some variation. At least I'll always have being barefoot...