Friday, December 27, 2024

Poetry Sisters Write Haibun and/or Haiga

For the last month of the year, the challenge was to write a haibun or haiga. 

The haibun is is a poetic form first created by Matsuo Basho. It is a form that combines two modes of writing—prose and verse. Here are some of the "rules" of writing haibun, as suggested by the Haiku Society of America.

Prose in Haibun

  • Tells the story
  • Gives information, defines the theme
  • Creates a mood through tone
  • Provides a background to spotlight the haiku

Haiku in Haibun

  • Moves the story forward
  • Takes the narrative in another direction
  • Adds insight or another dimension to the prose
  • Resolves the conflict in an unpredictable way, or questions the resolution of the prose.
  • Prose is the narrative and haiku is the revelation or the reaction.

In a haibun, the prose can come first, last, or between any number of haiku.
Haibun also have a title, something haiku generally do not.

You can read some examples and see different haibun forms at More than the Birds, Bees, and Trees: A Closer Look at Writing Haibun.

Haiga are poems that blend an image and haiku. Here is an introduction written by Ray Rasmussen.

Haiga is a mix of image and either haiku or tanka poetry. Its origins are in Japan where poet-artists used a mix of brushstroke painting and calligraphy to compose their images and poetry.

The poetic spark of haiga has to do with four elements:

  • the quality of the image and its type
  • the quality of the haiku (or tanka or short poem)
  • the quality, type and placement of the text
  • the quality of the framing of the image
Of course, the relationship of the haiku to the image is incredibly important. Do they enhance each other, making the haiga greater than the sum of its two parts?

This is a lot of background for a tiny poem. I have been playing around with block printing this month, so I created my own image and then wrote an introduction and a haiku, so this poem is a bit of haibun and haiga, though I'm not sure I followed the rules for either with any kind of fidelity.

Longing for Winter 
In my youth, winter days were filled with endless hours outside, sledding, skating, shoveling, and building snow forts and an endless parade of snowmen. Whole families populated the yard, festooned with coal, carrot stick noses, and the scarves and hats we could sneak out of the house. Cold and lake effect snow ensured families lasted through the season, disappearing only with the blossoming spring. 

climate change no myth
blizzards lamentably rare
snowmen live in dreams

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

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

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

    Thursday, December 12, 2024

    Poetry Friday - Holiday Poetry Swap and a Poem

    For years, Tabatha Yeatts, who blogs at The Opposite of Indifference, has coordinated both a summer and winter (holiday) poetry swap. I appreciate what a labor of love this is and am always happy to participate. This year my swap partner was Linda Mitchell of A Word Edgewise, who just happens to be hosting Poetry Friday at her blog today! Linda lives only about 90 minutes from me, but we haven't crossed paths here in Virginia. Here's hoping we do one day.

    Linda sent me the most wonderful swap package. It contained a beautiful bag (a teacher can NEVER have too many totes), a gorgeous handmade card that was collaged and stitched, a cool pencil holder that was folded and handmade (I love papercraft), and, of course, an original poem.
    I was thrilled to see that Linda wrote a poem in the 4×4 form. Denise Krebs at Dare to Care invented this form. Here are the rules.

    • 4 syllables in each line
    • 4 lines in each stanza
    • 4 stanzas
    • 4 times repeating a refrain line–line 1 in the first stanza, line 2 in the second stanza, line 3 in the third stanza, and line 4 in the fourth stanza.
    • Bonus: 4 syllables in the title
    • No restrictions on subject, rhyme, or meter.

    Here is the poem Linda sent me.

    And here's a closeup of the beautiful card she made.
    Thanks, Linda! And thanks to Tabatha for arranging the swap.

    Today, I'm sharing a favorite poem by Ted Kooser, which feels like a lovely companion for this poetry swap goodness.

    Christmas Mail
    by Ted Kooser

    Cards in each mailbox,
    angel, manger, star and lamb,
    as the rural carrier,
    driving the snowy roads,
    hears from her bundles


    I do hope you'll take some time to check out all the poetic things Linda is sharing today at A Word Edgewise. Happy Poetry Friday, friends! 

    Friday, November 29, 2024

    Poetry Sisters Write to Jane Hirshfield's Two Versions

    I missed our Zoom this week, so I went into this challenge blind. Mary Lee set this back in January when she was enamored of a new-ish poem by Jane Hirshfield. If you have access to The Threepenny Review, you can find it in the Summer 2023 edition.

    I used Hirshfield's poem as a mentor text and followed her structure very closely. I tried writing about several different topics, but I've been a bit melancholy lately, so when every poem came back to the same subject, I ran with it. 

    Two Versions 
    (after Jane Hirshfield's Two Versions)

    In the first version, I held my mother’s hand.

    Hospital staff traveled in and out of her room.

    One no-nonsense nurse nodded after checking her respiration.
    Another patted my shoulder with empathy after wetting her lips.

    What was my hand doing, I now wonder
    gripping hers so tightly
    as it once did in childhood while crossing the street?

    Was it disbelieving? fearful?

    And why, when I conjure a lifetime of whispered moments,
    over Scrabble boards, in the kitchen, on the phone,
    do I think, after all our glorious days together, of this?

    In the second version, there is only guilt,
    of which I know everything.

    Except to have been there in her final days.

    So much time, so many tears. In darkness
    and in light, I am still begging pardon.

    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 December we are writing Haibun (prose + haiku) or Haiga (art + haiku). Are you with us? Good! You have a month to craft your creation and share it on December 27th in a post and/or on social media with the tag #PoetryPals. We look forward to reading your poems!  

      This week, my poetry sister Tanita Davis 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, 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!  

              Please join the Poetry Friday party by leaving your link below, and don't forget to leave a comment to let us know you're here. Happy poetry Friday, friends!  

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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 Gévry
                • 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

                Sunday, April 28, 2024

                NPM 2024 - Book Spine Poem 28

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


                Climb into my lap
                here’s a little poem
                you read to me, I’ll read to you
                books day by day
                love in the library

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

                Sources
                • Climb Into My Lap: First Poems to Read Together, selected by Lee Bennett Hopkins, illustrations by Kathryn Brown
                • Here's a Little Poem: A Very First Book of Poetry, collected by Jane Yolen and Andrew Fusek Peters, illustrations by Polly Dunbar
                • You Read to Me, I'll Read to You: Very Short Stories to Read Together by Mary Ann Hoberman, illustrations by Michael Emberley
                • Books Day By Day: Anniversaries, Anecdotes, and Activities by Susan Ohanian
                • Love in the Library by Maggie Tokuda-Hall, illustrations by Yas Imamura
                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

                Saturday, April 27, 2024

                NPM 2024 - Book Spine Poem 27

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


                Count Down to Fall

                Shrinking days, frosty nights
                summer green to autumn gold
                goodbye summer, hello autumn
                leaf by leaf
                leaves fall down
                in November
                a chill in the air
                every autumn comes the bear

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

                Sources
                • Count Down to Fall by Fran Hawk, illustrations by Sherry Neidigh
                • Shrinking Days, Frosty Nights: Poems About Fall by Laura Purdie Salas
                • Summer Green to Autumn Gold: Uncovering Leaves' Hidden Colors by Mia Posada
                • Goodbye Summer, Hello Autumn by Kenard Pak
                • Leaf by Leaf: Autumn Poems, selected by Barbara Rogasky, photographs by Marc Tauss
                • Leaves Fall Down: Learning About Autumn Leaves by Lisa Bullard, illustrations by Nadine Takvorian
                • In November by Cynthia Rylant, illustrations by Jill Kastner
                • A Chill in the Air: Nature Poems for Fall and Winter by John Frank, illustrations by Mike Reed
                • Every Autumn Comes the Bear by Jim Arnosky
                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

                Friday, April 26, 2024

                Poetry Sisters Write Poems to Unanswerable Questions

                This month the Poetry Sisters' challenge was to dream up an unanswerable question and answer it in a poem. For example, in the poem "How Many How Much," Shel Silverstein asked, "How many slams in an old screen door?" 

                On our Zoom call Sunday, we spent 5 minutes generating questions on our own, and then we shared them. It gave us a lot of ideas to work with! I tried writing to a couple of different prompts but found that every poem I started wound its way to an answer, which was not the point. Ultimately, I ended up with lots of questions and no answers. 

                Ode to Wonder

                How many ticks in a grandfather clock?
                How many rings in a bell?
                How many days in a rotating Earth?
                How many pails from a well?

                How many songs in 88 keys?
                How many drops in the rain?
                How many spins on a merry-go-round
                How many thoughts in a brain?

                Who made the stars?
                What makes them shine?
                Is there life beyond Earth in space?
                Where are lost souls?
                When are they found?
                Why have they fallen from grace?

                The why of the world
                is a curious thing
                with so many questions to ponder.
                Sit down for a bit
                and think big things
                there's so much for us to wonder.

                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 May we’re writing in the style of Lucille Clifton and are writing poem about body parts ala "Homage to My Hips." Are you in? 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!  

                  In addition to this poem, I have been building a book spine poem each day to celebrate National Poetry Month. I hope you'll pop over to my April 26 post to check it out and explore some of the other poems I've written. If you've been following the Progressive Poem, you might like my April 25 poem, which was inspired by the unfolding plight of the poem's characters.

                  This week, Poetry Friday is hosted by Ruth at There is no such thing as a God-forsaken town. I hope you'll take some time to check out all the poetic things being shared today. Happy poetry Friday, friends!

                  NPM 2024 - Book Spine Poem 26

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


                  Up in the garden and down in the dirt
                  a seed is the start
                  When green becomes tomatoes
                  my father’s hands
                  Pick! Pull! Snap!
                  Tops and bottoms
                  first, peas to the table
                  corn
                  rah, rah, radishes
                  fresh, delicious
                  Let’s eat!

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

                  Sources
                  • Up In the Garden and Down In the Dirt by Kate Messner, art by Christopher Silas Neal
                  • A Seed Is the Start by Melissa Stewart
                  • When Green Becomes Tomatoes: Poems for All Seasons by Julie Fogliano, pictures by Julie Morstad
                  • My Father's Hands by Joanne Ryder, illustrations by Mark Graham
                  • Pick, Pull, Snap!: Where Once a Flower Bloomed by Lola Schaefer, illustrations by Lindsay Barrett George
                  • Tops & Bottoms, adapted and illustrated by Janet Stevens
                  • First Peas to the Table by Susan Grigsby, illustrations by Nicole Tadgell
                  • Corn by Gail Gibbons
                  • Rah, Rah, Radishes!: A Vegetable Chant by April Pulley Sayre
                  • Fresh Delicious: Poems From the Farmer's Market by Irene Latham, illustrations by Mique Moriuchi
                  • Let's Eat!: What Children Eat Around the World by Beatrice Hollyer
                  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

                  This week, Poetry Friday is hosted by Ruth at There is no such thing as a God-forsaken town. I hope you'll take some time to check out all the poetic things being shared today.

                  Thursday, April 25, 2024

                  NPM 2024 - Book Spine Poem 25

                  For National Poetry Month this year, I am perusing my bookshelves and building book spine poems. Today's poem was inspired by this year's Progressive Poem. (See the list of participants to follow the poem. It began with Patricia Franze at Reverie.)


                  The journey
                  out of the dust
                  dreamers
                  the undefeated
                  illegal
                  chasing freedom
                  unspoken
                  unsettling truths
                  This child, every child
                  now and then
                  an American story

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

                  Sources
                  • The Journey by Sarah Stewart, illustrations by David Small
                  • Out of the Dust by Karen Hesse
                  • Dreamers by Yuyi Morales
                  • The Undefeated by Kwame Alexander, illustrations by Kadir Nelson
                  • Illegal by Eoin Colfer and Andrew Donkin, illustrations by Giovanni Rigano
                  • Chasing Freedom: The Life Journeys of Harriet Tubman and Susan B. Anthony, Inspired by Historical Facts by Nikki Grimes, illustrations by Michele Wood
                  • Unspoken: A Story From the Underground Railroad by Henry Cole
                  • Unsettling Truths: The Ongoing Dehumanizing Legacy of the Doctrine of Discovery by Mark Charles and Soong-Chan Rah
                  • This Child, Every Child: A Book About the World's Children by David J. Smith, illustrations by Shelagh Armstrong
                  • Now and Then by Claire Philip, illustrations by Greg Paprocki
                  • An American Story by Kwame Alexander, art by Dare Coulter
                  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

                  Wednesday, April 24, 2024

                  NPM 2024 - Book Spine Poem 24

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


                  We 
                  wonder
                  the shape of the world
                  gravity
                  spiders and their webs
                  dinosaur bones
                  bubble homes and fish farts
                  how the sea came to be
                  the stunning science of everything

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

                  Sources
                  • We by Alice Schertle, illustrations by Kenneth Addison
                  • Wonder by R.J. Palacio
                  • The Shape of the World by K.L. Going, illustrated Lauren Stringer
                  • Gravity by Jason Chin
                  • Spiders and Their Webs by Darlyne A. Murawski
                  • Dinosaur Bones by Bob Barner
                  • Bubble Homes and Fish Farts by Fiona Bayrock, illustrations by Carolyn Conahan
                  • How the Sea Came to Be: And All the Creatures In It by Jennifer Berne, illustrations by Amanda Hall
                  • The Stunning Science of Everything: Science With the Squishy Bits Left In! by Nick Arnold, illustrations by Tony De Saulles
                  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

                  Tuesday, April 23, 2024

                  NPM 2024 - Book Spine Poem 23

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


                  Poem-Making

                  Look to the stars
                  listen to the wind
                  How do you feel?
                  Reflect and write
                  a river of words
                  Fearless writing
                  the arrow finds its mark

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

                  Sources
                  • Poem-Making: Ways to Begin Writing Poetry by Myra Cohn Livingston
                  • Look to the Stars by Buzz Aldrin, paintings by Wendell Minor
                  • Listen to the Wind: The Story of Dr. Greg & Three Cups of Tea by Greg Mortenson and Susan L. Roth, collages by Susan L. Roth
                  • How Do You Feel? by Anthony Browne
                  • Reflect and Write: 300 Poems and Photographs to Inspire Writing, compiled by Elizabeth Guy and Hank Kellner
                  • A River of Words: The Story of William Carlos Williams by Jen Bryant, illustrations by Melissa Sweet
                  • Fearless Writing: Multigenre to Motivate and Inspire by Tom Romano
                  • The Arrow Finds Its Mark: A Book of Found Poems, edited by Georgia Heard, illustrations by Antoine Guilloppé
                  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

                  Monday, April 22, 2024

                  NPM 2024 - Book Spine Poem 22

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


                  Ten flashing fireflies
                  light up the night
                  counting the stars
                  dark on light
                  Small wonders
                  flip, float, fly
                  a sky full of poems
                  signals in the sky

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

                  Sources
                  • Ten Flashing Fireflies by Philemon Sturges, illustrations by Anna Vojtech
                  • Light Up the Night by Jean Reidy, illustrations by Margaret Chodos-Irvine
                  • Counting the Stars: The Story of Katherine Johnson, NASA Mathematician by Lesa Cline-Ransome, illustrations by Raúl Colón
                  • Dark on Light by Dianne White, illustrations by Felicita Sala
                  • Small Wonders: Jean-Henri Fabre & His World of Insects by Matthew Clark Smith, illustrations by Giuliano Ferri
                  • Flip, Float, Fly: Seeds on the Move by JoAnn Early Macken, illustrations by Pam Paparone
                  • A Sky Full of Poems by Eve Merriam, illustrations by Walter Gaffney-Kessell
                  • Signals in the Sky by Candice Ransom
                  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

                  Sunday, April 21, 2024

                  NPM 2024 - Book Spine Poem 21

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


                  Firefly July

                  Marshmallow clouds
                  enchanted air
                  Yellow umbrella
                  one white sail
                  Ice cream summer
                  lemonade sun
                  Summer beat
                  see me run!

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

                  Sources
                  • Firefly July: A Year of Very Short Poems, selected by Paul B. Janeczko, illustrated by Melissa Sweet
                  • Marshmallow Clouds: Two Poets at Play Among Figures of Speech by Ted Kooser and Connie Wanek, illustrations by Richard Jones
                  • Enchanted Air: Two Cultures, Two Wings: A Memoir by Margarita Engle
                  • Yellow Umbrella by Jae Soo Liu
                  • One White Sail by S.T. Garne, pictures by Lisa Etre
                  • Ice Cream Summer by Peter Sís
                  • Lemonade Sun and Other Poems by Rebecca Kai Dotlich, illustrations by Jan Spivey Gilchrist
                  • Summer Beat by Besty Franco, illustrations by Charlotte Middleton
                  • See Me Run by Paul Meisel
                  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

                  Saturday, April 20, 2024

                  NPM 2024 - Book Spine Poem 20

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


                  A Writing Kind of Day

                  When rain falls
                  Splish! Splash!
                  The sky stirs up trouble
                  Tap, tap! Boom, boom!
                  When thunder comes
                  Flash! Crash! Rumble and Roll!
                  This is the rain
                  Drip! Drop!
                  What’s the weather inside?
                  Cloudy, with a chance of meatballs.

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

                  Sources
                  • A Writing Kind of Day: Poems For Young Poets by Ralph Fletcher, illustrations by April Ward
                  • When Rain Falls by Melissa Stewart, illustrations by Constance Rummel Bergum
                  • Splish Splash by Joan Bransfield Graham, illustrations by Steve Scott
                  • The Sky Stirs Up Trouble: Tornadoes by Belinda Jensen, illustrations by Renée Kurilla 
                  • Tap Tap Boom Boom by Elizabeth Bluemle, illustrations by G. Brian Karas
                  • When Thunder Comes: Poems for Civil Rights Leaders by J. Patrick Lewis, illustrations by Jim Burke, R. Gregory Christie, Tonya Engel, John Parra, Meilo So
                  • Flash, Crash, Rumble, and Roll by Franklyn Branley, illustrations by True Kelley
                  • This Is the Rain by Lola M. Schaefer, illustrations by Jane Wattenberg 
                  • Drip! Drop!: How Water Gets to Your Tap by Barbara Seuling, illustrations by Nancy Tobin 
                  • What's the Weather Inside?: Poems by Karma Wilson, illustrations by Barry Blitt 
                  • Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs by Judi Barrett, drawn by Ron Barrett
                  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

                  Progressive Poem is Here!

                  Have you been following the progressive poem progress? I hope so! I'm happy to be number 20 in line for this growing tale. My couplet is at the boom and in bold.

                  cradled in stars, our planet sleeps,
                  clinging to tender dreams of peace
                  sister moon watches from afar,
                  singing lunar lullabies of hope.

                  almost dawn, I walk with others,
                  keeping close, my little brother.
                  hand in hand, we carry courage
                  escaping closer to the border

                  My feet are lightning;
                  My heart is thunder.
                  Our pace draws us closer
                  to a new land of wonder.

                  I bristle against rough brush—
                  poppies ahead brighten the browns.
                  Morning light won’t stay away—
                  hearts jump at every sound.

                  I hum my own little song
                  like ripples in a stream
                  Humming Mami’s lullaby
                  reminds me I have her letter

                  My fingers linger on well-worn creases,
                  shielding an address, a name, a promise–
                  Sister Moon will find always us
                  surrounding us with beams of kindness

                  But last night as we rested in the dusty field,
                  worries crept in about matters back home.
                  I huddled close to my brother. Tears revealed
                  the no-choice need to escape. I feel grown.

                  Leaving all I’ve ever known
                  the tender, heavy, harsh of home.
                  On to maybes, on to dreams,
                  on to whispers we hope could be.

                  But I don't want to whisper! I squeeze Manu's hand.
                  "¡Más cerca ahora!" Our feet pound the sand.
                  We race, we pant, we lean on each other
                  I open my canteen and drink gratefully

                  Thirst is slaked, but I know we’ll need
                  more than water to achieve our dreams.
                  Nights pass slowly, but days call for speed
                  through the highs and the lows, we live with extremes


                  Janet, hosted at Reflections on the Teche has the next couplet!
                  For the full schedule of participants, see the list below.

                  April 1 Patricia Franz at Reverie
                  April 2 Jone MacCulloch
                  April 3 Janice Scully at Salt City Verse
                  April 4 Leigh Anne Eck at A Day in the Life
                  April 5 Irene at Live Your Poem
                  April 6 Margaret at Reflections on the Teche
                  April 7 Marcie Atkins
                  April 8 Ruth at There is no such thing as a God-forsaken town
                  April 9 Karen Eastlund
                  April 10 Linda Baie at Teacher Dance
                  April 11 Buffy Silverman
                  April 12 Linda Mitchell at A Word Edgewise
                  April 13 Denise Krebs at Dare to Care
                  April 14 Carol Varsalona at Beyond Literacy Link
                  April 15 Rose Cappelli at Imagine the Possibilities
                  April 16 Sarah Grace Tuttle
                  April 17 Heidi Mordhorst at my juicy little universe
                  April 18 Tabatha at Opposite of Indifference
                  April 19 Catherine Flynn at Reading to the Core
                  April 20 Tricia Stohr-Hunt at The Miss Rumphius Effect
                  April 21 Janet, hosted here at Reflections on the Teche
                  April 22 Mary Lee Hahn at A(nother) Year of Reading
                  April 23 Tanita Davis at (fiction, instead of lies)
                  April 24 Molly Hogan at Nix the Comfort Zone
                  April 25 Joanne Emery at Word Dancer
                  April 26 Karin Fisher-Golton at Still in Awe
                  April 27 Donna Smith at Mainely Write
                  April 28 Dave at Leap of Dave
                  April 29 Robyn Hood Black at Life on the Deckle Edge
                  April 30 Michelle Kogan at More Art for All

                  Friday, April 19, 2024

                  NPM 2024 - Book Spine Poem 19

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


                  This is just to say
                  poetry matters
                  Today and today
                  just people and paper, pen, poem
                  tiny dreams sprouting tall
                  Wonderful words
                  falling down the page
                  A lucky thing

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

                  Sources
                  • This is Just to Say by Joyce Sidman, illustrations by Pamela Zagarenski
                  • Poetry Matters: Writing a Poem From the Inside Out by Ralph Fletcher 
                  • Today and Today, haiku by Issa, pictures by G. Brian Karas
                  • Just People and Other Poems for Young Readers & Paper/Pen/Poem: A Young Writer's Way to Begin, poems by Kathi Appelt, photographs by Kenneth Appelt
                  • Tiny Dreams Sprounting Tall: Poems About the United States by Laura Purdie Salas
                  • Wonderful Words: Poems About Reading, Writing, Speaking, and Listening, selected by Lee Bennett Hopkins, illustrations by Karen Barbour
                  • Falling Down the Page: A Book of List Poems, edited by Georgia Heard
                  • A Lucky Thing by Alice Schertle, paintings by Wendell Minor
                  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

                  This week, Poetry Friday is hosted by Heidi Mordhorst at my juicy little universe. I hope you'll take some time to check out all things poetic being shared today.

                  Thursday, April 18, 2024

                  NPM 2024 - Book Spine Poem 18

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


                  Subway sparrow
                  city hawk
                  honk, honk, goose
                  bird talk

                  Chatter, sing, roar, buzz
                  song of the wild
                  where I live 

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

                  Sources
                  • Subway Sparrow by Leyla Torres
                  • City Hawk: The Story of Pale Male by Meghan McCarthy
                  • Honk, Honk, Goose!: Canada Geese Start a Family by April Pulley Sayre, illustrations by Huy Voun Lee
                  • Bird Talk: What Birds Are Saying and Why by Lita Judge
                  • Chatter, Sing, Roar, Buzz: Poems About the Rain Forest by Laura Purdie Salas
                  • Song of the Wild: A First Book of Animals by Nicola Davies, illustrations by Petr Horacek 
                  • Where I Live by Eileen Spinelli, illustrations by Matt Phelan
                  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

                  Wednesday, April 17, 2024

                  NPM 2024 - Book Spine Poem 17

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


                  I’m trying to love math
                  Marvelous math
                    the numbers
                     millions, billions, and trillions
                      this plus that
                  Mesmerizing math
                    when a line bends, a shape begins
                     shapes, shapes, shapes
                      seeing symmetry
                  Mystery math
                    How many?
                     Why Pi?
                      Which one doesn’t belong?
                  Grasping mysteries
                  in the moment
                  learning to love math

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

                  Sources
                  • I'm Trying to Love Math by Bethany Barton
                  • Marvelous Math: A Book of Poems, selected by Lee Bennett Hopkins, illustrations by Karen Barbour
                  • The Numbers (Mouse Books) by Monique Felix 
                  • Millions, Billions, & Trillions: Understanding Big Numbers by David A. Adler, illustrations by Edward Miller
                  • This Plus That: Life's Little Equations by Amy Krouse Rosenthal, illustrations by Jen Corace
                  • Mesmerizing Math by Jonathan Litton, illustrations by Thomas Flintham 
                  • When a Line Bends . . . A Shape Begins by Rhonda Gowler Greene, illustrations by James Kaczman 
                  • Shapes, Shapes, Shapes by Tana Hoban
                  • Seeing Symmetry by Loreen Leedy
                  • Mystery Math: A First Book of Algebra by David A. Adler, illustrations by Edward Miller 
                  • How Many? (Talking Math) by Christopher Danielson
                  • Why Pi? by Johnny Ball
                  • Which One Doesn't Belong?: A Shapes Book by Christopher Danielson
                  • Grasping Mysteries: Girls Who Loved Math by Jeannine Atkins
                  • In the Moment: Conferring in the Elementary Math Classroom by Jen Munson
                  • Learning to Love Math: Teaching Strategies That Change Student Attitudes and Get Results by Judy Willis
                  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