Friday, February 26, 2021

Poetry Sisters Write Metaphor Poems

This month's challenge was to write a metaphor poem using metaphor dice

This year we are meeting once a month on Zoom to write together. It's a lovely way to spend a Sunday afternoon. This time around, Laura rolled metaphor dice for each of us. For me she rolled "the mind is a silent sideshow."

Before we met I decided I wanted to write a triolet. I like the form and find the repetition challenging. Once I had my metaphor, I generated rhyming words for show and then wrote the last two lines of the triolet. (I always begin at the end because I feel it makes the poem more cohesive.) Once I had the A line, I generated rhyming words for head. I usually begin with words off the top of my head, then I do a quick search at RhymeZone. When we were discussing process at the end of the session, Kelly shared the site Rhymer, which was new to me. It generated a really nice list of words, so I'll be trying it our for sure.

A triolet is an 8-line poem that uses only two rhymes used throughout. Additionally, the first line is repeated in the fourth and seventh lines, while the second line is repeated in the final line. Because of this, only five different poetic lines are written.  The rhyme scheme for a triolet is ABaAabAB (where capital letters stand for repeated lines). Here's my triolet.

Hearing Voices
Voices inside your head
are a personal, silent sideshow
fill you with wonder and dread
the voices inside your head
demand to be coddled and fed
poke holes in the truth that you know
Damn voices inside your head
the mind is a silent sideshow

After I wrote this I tried a free verse poem, but it didn't really go anywhere. I couldn't get away from the idea of the unquiet mind and was reminded of a meme a friend shared on Twitter from the webcomic Are You Going to Sleep

In this exploitable comic, users insert their own thoughts about what is keeping them awake. All these thoughts led me to write a poem with rhyming couplets about my brain at night.

Sideshow Mind
dark grows
brain knows
no lows
sideshow overthrows
sleep

internal chatter
thoughts scatter
subject matter?
     stomach flatter
     paint splatter
     cake batter
     mad hatter
wake up!

Poems ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2021. All rights reserved.

You can read the pieces written by my Poetry Sisters at the links below. 
Would you like to try the next challenge? Next month we are writing Dizains. This form consists of one 10-line stanza with 10 syllables per line. The rhyme scheme is a/b/a/b/b/c/c/d/c/d. You can read more about the form at Robert Lee Brewer's site at the Writer's Digest. Share your poem on March 26th in a post and/or on social media with the tag #PoetryPals. We look forward to reading your poems!

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!

Friday, January 29, 2021

It's a New Year With My Poetry Sisters!

It's a new year with a new set of writing challenges with my poetry sisters. Even better than continuing on this writing journey is our commitment to writing together, over Zoom! I nearly wept when I saw their faces and heard their voices. We chatted about the challenge, wrote on our own, but together in virtual time, and then chatted about process and writing. We didn't share our poems, so I can't wait to read what they've written.

This month's challenge was to select words from a particular year in Merriam Webster’s Time Traveler. This site highlights when a word was first used in print. I was born in 1965 and had some interesting words to choose from. 


I ended up with two remarkably different poems, though both are focused on childhood memories. Neither one feels particularly finished, but I'm glad to have gotten something down. (Note that the words from Time Traveler that I used are highlighted.)

Not by Definition
Dork
a moniker casually tossed
but hand-me down clothes
fittingly unstylish, outdated
gave it legs
a tendency to choose books
over social interaction
made it stick

My game face was nerd
my lived experience more
smart than odd, more
curious than awkward

stoked not just by math, science,
Dr. Who, and Star Trek
but also the give-and-go,
alley-oop, and leg out

Driveway hoops, backyard ball,
winter hockey on a frozen pond
all precious moments when
there was acceptance
hard won in sweat, pumping legs,
and flying elbows

But there is little wiggle room
in a label that
damns us from the start
restricts how others see us
how we see ourselves
unless we take it back
embrace it, proclaim it
wave its banner high

Today my name tag reads
“Hello my name is  __.
I am a dork.


Diamond Days

We lived for the home stands
clutched knothole passes 
in clammy hands
excitedly took seats in
hard, hot bleachers

We cheered as batters legged out
hoped for theirs to ground out
held a collective breath
at the top of the 9th with
two outs, full count, bases loaded
watched our hurler
full-on game face
wait for a sign

Time slowed before the nod,
the wind up, the pitch
the crack of the bat
the agony of defeat

We left burned
in more ways than one
but more than ready
to return the next day
for another round
another glorious day
in the sun

Poems ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2021. All rights reserved.

You can read the pieces written by my Poetry Sisters at the links below. 
Would you like to try the next challenge? Roll a set of metaphor dice and write a poem inspired by the metaphor. If you don’t have a set, try this online generator: https://perchance.org/ve4axzbkx4. Share your poem on February 26th in a post and/or on social media with the tag #PoetryPals. We look forward to reading your poems!

I do hope you'll take some time to check out all the wonderful poetic things being shared and collected today by Jan Annino at Bookseedstudio. Happy poetry Friday friends!

Friday, December 25, 2020

Capping the Year With My Poetry Sisters - Wistful Poetry

It's our last challenge for 2020, which this time around  was to write to the theme of "Wish I'd Been There," or to an historical event that incites wistfulness. I'm not sure the event I've chosen incites wistfulness, but this event reminds me of something my mother often said, "Oh, to be a fly on the wall." Or as Burr proclaims in Hamilton, "I wanna be in the room where it happens." 

Let me take you back to 1872 in Rochester, NY. 

Clipped from the Brooklyn Union newspaper, 5 Nov 1872

I'm not sure this poem is finished yet, but it's a start.

November 5th, 1872 - Election Day

I've always admired 
those resolute women
corset wearing
bustled and ruffled
     risk takers
     rule breakers
     history makers
who cast their votes
for Ulysses S. Grant
pushed the boundaries
of the 14th amendment
determined to be heard
who embraced fully
the word citizen
with all the rights
it implied
who broke the law
then marched on

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2020. All rights reserved.

You can read the pieces written by my Poetry Sisters at the links below. We're missing a sister or two, but they'll be back for other challenges. 
I do hope you'll take some time to check out all the wonderful poetic things being shared and collected today by Irene Latham at Live Your Poem. Happy poetry Friday friends! Sending you all wishes for a happy holiday season and much awaited new year. 

Friday, November 27, 2020

Poetry Sisters Look Back

It's another looking back month in our year of hindsight/foresight. I chose to revisit a poem from April 2019.  While I didn't revise or talk back to that poem, I did take another stab at the form. In that challenge, we wrote anagram poems. The challenge was inspired by the poem A Garden to Gander, written by Linda Baie of Teacher Dance. Linda's poem included two anagrams in each line. I wanted to play with this idea a bit more. Instead of using words as I did the first time around, my new poem largely uses phrases.

Thoughts on a Sleepless Night 
I went to bed dreaming of 
poems, words, anagrams  
I woke with questions ...
   Is the astronomer just a moon starer
   In a cat's dream, are there rats and mice
   Is a gentleman always an elegant man
   Will asteroid threats be a disaster to Earth
   When the eyes are closed, what do they see
   When voices rant on in conversation
        must you be silent and listen
  Are election results lies? (Let's recount!)

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2020. All rights reserved.

You can read the pieces written by my Poetry Sisters at the links below. As usual, life has gotten in the way for some folks, but they'll be back for other challenges. 
I do hope you'll take some time to check out all the wonderful poetic things being shared and collected today by Carol of Carol's Corner. Happy poetry Friday friends!

Friday, October 30, 2020

Poetry Sisters Write Naani

This month's challenge was to write a naani with an autumn theme. A naani is a 4-line poem containing between 20-25 syllables. I had a lot of trouble with this one, but then I generally have difficulty with short forms that are rather open-ended, so I shouldn't have been surprised. In the end, I ended up with a longer poem composed of several naani strung together.

An Autumn Naani Story

my favorite maple tree
blushes brilliant red
with immodesty
celebrating fall 

oak stands quietly nearby
cloaked in orange and gold
dropping scads of acorns
for every passing squirrel

both silent witnesses to
a world in upheaval
sentinels of change
outlasting generations

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2020. All rights reserved.

You can read the pieces written by my Poetry Sisters at the links below. As usual, life has gotten in the way for some folks, but they'll be back for other challenges. 
If you’d like to write with us next month, the challenge is to pick one of your old poems to revise and/or write a new poem in conversation with it. We will be posting on the last Friday of the month (November 27th, the day after Thanksgiving) and would love to have you join us.

I do hope you'll take some time to check out all the wonderful poetic things being shared and collected today by Linda Baie of Teacher Dance. Happy poetry Friday friends!

Friday, September 25, 2020

Poetry Sisters Ponder the Hippo

The challenge this month was to write to the word ponderous or the image of a hippo. I decided to play around with an old quick write prompt issued by Nikki Grimes at Kate Messner's blog way back in 2014. Based on the examples she shared, I decided I wanted to begin a poem with "Hippo is a __ word." Here's where my poem  went.


Image courtesy of Wallpaper Flare

Hippo is a ponderous word
a barrel-shaped word
a semi-aquatic,
unable to swim word
a yawning, wide open word
a gregarious, booming word
an aggressive and unpredictable word
Keep your hands in the boat
while you float downriver,
observing a bloat of
hippopotamuses and hippopotami
half-submerged
ears twitching, eyes watching
keeping the crocodiles at bay.

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2020. All rights reserved.

You can read the pieces written by my Poetry Sisters at the links below. As usual, life has gotten in the way for some folks, but they'll be back for other challenges. 
If you’d like to write with us next month, the challenge is to write a naani poem with the theme of foresight, or autumn, or both. We will be posting on the last Friday of the month (October 30th) and would love to have you join us.

I do hope you'll take some time to check out all the wonderful poetic things being shared and collected today by Jone MacCulloch. Happy poetry Friday friends!

Friday, August 28, 2020

Poetry Sisters Look Back

This month's challenge was to pick one of our old poems to revise and/or write a new poem in conversation with it. I went back to a post from May of 2016. Here's how that challenge was defined.

This month the Poetry Seven crew wrote in the form of 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).

The words we chose from were selected by Tanita. They were: 
     sweet, cold, stone, hope, mouth, thread

I wrote 2 poems back then, one for my father and one for sheer fun. 

Looking back on these old challenges to find a poem to revisit, I was inspired by the words Tanita selected and decided to have another go at this one. Here's my new poem. It was written to this photo.
Stonewall Jackson's plinth, photo by Ryan Patterson

Running Monument Ave
I hold a spark of hope
as I pass by stone
bases, empty and cold

I know this route cold
run it with hope
I won't trip on the stones

In this city, hearts made of stone
send messages cold
quash seeds of hope

But cold stone statues fall, and hope still rises.

Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2020. All rights reserved.

You can read the pieces written by my Poetry Sisters at the links below. As usual, life has gotten in the way for some folks, but they'll be back for other challenges. 
If you’d like to write with us next month, the theme is ponderous, or an image of a hippo. You may use any form you like. We will be posting on the last Friday of the month (September 25th) and would love to have you join us.

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!