Thursday, September 24, 2026

Poetry Friday is Here!

Welcome to Poetry Friday! I'm thrilled you are here. I love hosting on the last Friday of the month, when I can highlight the challenge my poetry sisters and I have taken up. Our prompt for September comes from Colby Sharp in THE CREATIVITY PROJECT (p.257): "It was all my fault." Our task was to write a poem that used this idea or these words or anything that this sentence made us think of. 

I began to think in earnest about this poem a few days after my very tall and hungry hound stole and ate an entire quiche! Here he is immediately following the incident.

I decided I needed to write a poem from a naughty dog's perspective. I wasn't sure where to start, but realizing how much I love Wallace Stevens, I figured I couldn't go wrong using the poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird as a mentor poem. Here's what I came up with.

Thirteen Confessions of a Naughty Dog
     (With Inner Monologue)


I
Among twenty mismatched shoes,
The only missing thing
Was a smelly old sneaker.
     (This proves nothing.)

II
I was of two minds,
To take the sandwich
Or become the kind of dog
Who leaves a sandwich.

III
The remote disappeared beneath the couch.
I was also beneath the couch.
     (These facts are not necessarily related.)

IV
A shoe and a dog
Are two things.
A shoe inside a dog’s mouth
Is still, (technically), a shoe.

V
I do not know which I prefer—
The couch when you are home
Or that glorious space
The cushion calling
Just after you leave.
     (One offers companionship,
     The other a warm spot.)


VI
Crumbs covered the kitchen floor.
On the counter
An empty plate.
I was nearby.
It was all my fault.
     (By which I mean,
     I should have been watching
     More carefully.)

VII
O people of the house,
Why do you always look to me?
Do you not see the cat
Sitting there
Without remorse?

VIII
I know sit and stay
And leave it.
But I know, too,
That your quiche is involved
In what I know.

IX
When the sock disappeared,
It entered
One of many mysteries.
     (You have two feet.
     There are other socks.)


X
At the sound of the refrigerator
Opening in the night,
Even the deepest sleeper
Would lift an ear.
     (This is instinct, not guilt.)

XI
You walked through the front door
Carrying groceries.
Suddenly, fear pierced me,
For I remembered
The throw pillow had somehow
Opened itself.

XII
The trash can is empty.
The dog must have been hungry.
     (I believe the trash can
     was too full.)


XIII
It was quiet all afternoon.
It was raining
And it was going to rain.
I slept where I was forbidden,
My head upon your pillow.
     (When you came home
     I was glad to see you.
     This is all that matters.)

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2026. All rights reserved.

You can read the poems my Poetry Sisters have written at the links below.

Would you like to try the next challenge? Our prompt for October has us tackling the terzanelle. You can learn more about the form at Shadow Poetry and Writer's Digest. We've added an extra challenge to use the words slight and might as one pair of end rhymes. Are you in? If you are, you’ve got a month to craft your creation(s), then share your offering with the rest of us on October 30th in a post and/or on social media with the tag #PoetryPals. We look forward to reading your poems! 

I'm rounding up old-school style, so leave me a comment and a link, and I'll add you to the list. Happy Poetry Friday!  

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Robyn Hood Black from Life on the Deckle Edge is sharing two of her poems in the current issue of FROGPOND.

Jama Rattigan at Jama's Alphabet Soup is celebrating 9-25 Dolly Parton Day with the Coat of Many Colors picture book and Dolly's recipe for Slaw of Many Colors.

Michelle Kogan took up the "Fault challenge" and is sharing her poem entitled Today.

April Halprin Wayland of Teaching Authors shares her poem entitled You Can't Order a Poem.

Karen Edmisten also took up our "Fault challenge" and is sharing her poem entitled It Was All My Fault. 

Tabatha Yeatts of The Opposite of Indifference is sharing a selection of poems by Native poets.

**CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS** - Tabatha Yeatts is working on an upcoming poetry anthology for middle schoolers and has put out a call for submissions. Deadline: November 1, 2026. Go check it out!

Alan Wright over at Poetry Pizzazz with Alan Wright is sharing poems with water features.

Carol Varsalona of Beyond Literacy Link shares her take on this month's "Fault challenge."

Rose Cappelli of Imagine the Possibilities is welcoming fall in her poems.

Linda Mitchell of Another Word Edgewise shares an ekphrastic haiku sonnet.

Amy Ludwig VanDerwater of The Poem Farm has personified summer sunflowers in her poem.

Irene Latham of Live Your Poem tells us about a recently written chapbook (Hurray!) and shares a poem in the form of a trinet.

Heidi Mordhorst of my juicy little universe has also written to the "Fault Challenge" and is sharing a faultline poem.

Patricia Franz is sharing some climate poetry and some hope.

Margaret Simon of Reflections on the Teche is also meeting the "Fault Challenge" and is sharing a "This is Just to Say" poem for her grandson's first grade teacher.

25 comments:

  1. Oh, Tricia, I laughed out loud at this. What a glorious poem! (And, a whole QUICHE? My rambunctious Rookie helped himself to a handful of treats I left too close to the edge of the counter this morning, so I guess that wasn't so bad!) "The throw pillow /had somehow/Opened itself." -- Rookie could have also written that line.
    I'm in with two of my haiku in the current issue of FROGPOND. Thanks so much for hosting us all! Happy Fall!

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  2. Brava! *thunderous applause* Brilliant and hilarious poem, Tricia. LOVE it. I sense the quiche must have eaten itself. :D
    At Alphabet Soup I'm celebrating 9-25 Dolly Parton Day with the Coat of Many Colors picture book and Dolly's recipe for Slaw of Many Colors.

    https://jamarattigan.com/?p=80878

    Thanks so much for hosting this week!

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  3. This is terrific, love your doggies matter-of-fact voice, and the build to the gobbled up quiche!
    Thanks for rounding us up. I also tried on the Fault poem prompt, here's my link: https://moreart4all.wordpress.com/2026/09/24/poetry-friday-ideas-about-fault/

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  4. Tricia ~ you know the dog mind in and out. You *never* ran out of spot-on ideas...each of these made me laugh out loud...or nod in recognition! My Sadie would love your pooch! I love personification. My poem on TeachingAuthors.com today is called YOU CAN'T ORDER A POEM: https://www.teachingauthors.com/2026/09/you-cant-order-poem.html

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  5. Brilliance! I love it! Thirteen Ways is so much fun to play with and you applied it to the dog's voice (or rather, applied a dog's voice to it) to perfection. I especially loved:

    I was of two minds,
    To take the sandwich
    Or become the kind of dog
    Who leaves a sandwich.

    I laughed and smiled through the whole thing. Thanks for this treat!

    As for me, I tackled the challenge and my poem revolved around ADHD. The link is here: https://karenedmisten.blogspot.com/2026/09/poetry-friday-it-was-all-my-fault.html

    Thanks for hosting!

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  6. Thanks for the fun poem, Tricia! Our dog Lucy used to take everything under the sofa to chew on it. When things were missing, we would check there. How was your dog's tummy after eating the quiche? Not too bad, I hope! Thanks also for hosting :) My link is here: https://theoppositeofindifferencecom.wordpress.com/2026/09/24/the-songs-life-always-carries/ Could you also share this link in case anybody has missed it? https://theoppositeofindifferencecom.wordpress.com/quest/

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  7. Thank you for hosting. I played with the "It was my fault" prompt. https://www.jonerushmacculloch.com/blog/poetry-friday-week-39-the-poetrypals-challenge

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  8. Well, geez, I totally screwed up the prompt :>D Oh well. I'm at https://laurasalas.com/poems-for-teachers/lucky-to-choose-a-terzanelle/ . I'll be back tomorrow to read and comment. Thanks for hosting, Tricia!

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  9. Tricia, using Wallace Stevens structure was an inspired choice. You have used it quite masterfully to deliver a poem from the dog's perspective. The scaffold has worked so well. I love how you applied the pretext of innocence. Thank you for hosting. My post features poems about water in different scenarios. https://alanjwrightpoetrypizzazz.blogspot.com/2026/09/poems-with-water-features-alan-j-wright.html

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  10. Tricia, your poem is such a delightful read and your title is perfect. Using Wallace Stevens poem as a mentor piece is a great way to bring both humor and interest 13 different ways. Thank you for hosting Poetry Friday and being so patient with my poetry swap. It is en route to you as of this afternoon. I was looking at the little pocket notebook you sent with a 1948 calendar. Did you know that I love notebooks, journals, and antique & vintage items? I offer you my blog, What If (Open Letter) for the Poetry Sisters Challenge at https://beyondliteracylink.blogspot.com/2026/09/what-if-open-letter.html. I had fun with this prompt.

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  11. Thanks for the terrific chuckle, Tricia! As the proud owner of several sometimes-naughty dogs, I could totally relate. The structure of your poem is perfect. Here's the link to my offering today welcoming the new season: https://imaginethepossibilities.blog/2026/09/25/poetry-friday-and-suddenly-its-fall/

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  12. Oh, that is one happy looking pup. I too have a new dog who happens to be tall enough (standing on her hind legs) to survey the countertops and grab items. She also looks perfectly innocent after such items are ingested! This poem makes me laugh....the parenthetical notes are the best. I mean being with a person or the warmed couch cushion IS a a tough call. Ha! Well done. You make me want to give your form a try. Thanks for the Friday giggles.

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    1. annnnnnnd my link: https://mitchellhubeimom.substack.com/p/924?r=1pzjjl&utm_campaign=post-expanded-share&utm_medium=web

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  13. Tricia...what a sweet pup and funny perfectly doglike poem which is reminding us all of our dogs past and present! I am thinking of Eli, now long gone, and how he once ate a whole package of raw chicken when I was at work. The babysitter cleaned the opened-stolenfrom-fridge mess up, and I did not know the chicken had been eaten till I went to cook it the next day. Pups! I will not soon forget this as I think it describes so much so often:
    II
    I was of two minds,
    To take the sandwich
    Or become the kind of dog
    Who leaves a sandwich.

    Over at The Poem Farm, I have a poem about sunflowers, brought to me by the huge ones in our yard. Fall is full of such wild and gorgeous simple gifts. Thank you for hosting, friend. xo, a.

    https://www.poemfarm.amylv.com/2026/09/personify-something.html

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  14. Oh Tricia, I love your pup and your poem! (I believe the trash can is too full. Hee hee!! Such a helpful pup!) I've got "What the Boy Whispers to the Animals" at Live Your Poem: https://irenelatham.blogspot.com/2026/09/what-boy-whispers-to-animalstrinet-poem.html. Thank you for hosting! xo

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  15. Clearly, you are a dog person! This is utterly hilarious and clever and poignant too. My favorite stanza ( but so hard to pick) is number II. “To become the kind of dog who leaves a sandwich”. Existential crisis and moral dilemma made achingly funny and relatable.

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  16. HI-LARIOUS! And also one of the best uses of "13 Ways" I've ever read (and boy, has it been used). My only complaint--that dog definitely does not know the meaning of the word remorse. (Nor does a cat, for that matter.) Beautifully done. I'm in a with a faultline poem (of course). https://heidimordhorstwhispershout.substack.com/p/it-was-all-my-faultline?r=1cyxhu&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true

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  17. I still love you, Hound!! You are right… there are other socks, other feet!

    Here’s my link: https://patriciajfranz.com/blog-climate-poetry/

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  18. You (and Beckett) 1000% knocked this one out of the ballpark! And the "Inner Monologue" was just the icing on the cake. Well played!!

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  19. Tricia, this is brilliant and so funny. I'm not even a huge fan (I know--I'm the only one) of Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird. But this? I'm a huge fan of this. Thanks for this delightful way to start my Friday. When I saw your post a while ago about this incident, I thought, well, there's a story. And here it is! I feel like this should be a gift book for dog parents.

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  20. Oh, Tricia. This is a perfect poem. Stanzas 8 and 9 are the absolute sweet spot of the whole thing. (Or maybe savory spot in this case?) Anyway. Anyone who has ever had a dog knows what it to deeply love a naughty one!! Thank you for writing this, and for hosting today.

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    1. And whoops -- I forgot to share my link!! I wrote an "It was all my fault" poem too, of course. And here it is: https://lizgartonscanlon.com/poetry-project-september-2026/

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  21. “This is all that matters” is a wonderful end to this collection of dog snippets. I assume each one is real, and I chuckle at the voice of the inner dog. Thanks for hosting today. I have been busy with babysitting my grandson, but I wanted to write a note to his teacher using the prompt “It’s all my fault.” http://reflectionsontheteche.com/2026/09/25/poetry-friday-this-is-just-to-say-2/

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  22. I love this so, so much - your dog is, frankly, a disaster, and I love that you can laugh about him and give him grace as just a silly beast whose love for you - and your sweat and/or comestibles - endears you to him. Pets probably make us less impatient, better people, and he's going to continue to grow you through CLEARLY no fault of his own (LOOK AT THE CAT, WHY DON'T YOU??? IT'S SHAMELESS).

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