2016 Found Object Poem Project: Day 2
It’s Day 2 of our 2016 daily write-in. This year’s theme is FOUND OBJECTS. Thanks to all of the poets and writers who contributed objects for our daily prompts.
On to Day 2. As I was going through potential prompts, I noticed a few themes developing among the objects we found. One category of FOUND OBJECTS is interesting food. Since we’re focusing on using all five senses in our writing this year, food is a perfect way to get our sensory imagery flowing.
Found: Fancy Produce
Today’s object(s) was sent in by Mary Lee Hahn of the blog A Year of Reading. I’m guessing Mary Lee found some farmer’s market treasures to share with us.
Let’s start with Mary Lee’s response today. You can also find this poem at Mary Lee’s blog.
Ode to Summer Produce
I realize now, in the grey shrivel of winter,
I took you for granted.
Your abundance overwhelmed me.
Your spectacular crunch became ordinary.
How I long for your vibrant colors!
How I miss your ripeness!
Seed packets dance in my dreams.
(Shovel, hoe, trowel and water jugs hold their peace.)
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2016
One of my favorite things to cook, especially in the fall and winter, is soup. Jessica Bigi’s poem really warmed me up!
By Jessica Bigi
Bay leaf beats
Onions oyster crackers
Parmesan cheese smile
a decided irreverence
By Diane Mayr
Molly Hogan’s poem for today is filled with great action verbs. Check out her blog post about the poem here.
A rainbow of vegetables
Cascades across the cloth
in a vegetable tangle
Richly hued glossy skins
and upright stems
like jewels from a casket
in burnished splendor
glistening with ruby lights
and polished emerald hues
A garden offering.
Soon the sharpened knife
will slice crisply
piercing taut skins
chopping, dicing, mincing
exposing seeds nestled deep in the core
or scattered throughout the flesh
carving out slivers and slices
on the scarred cutting board
stained with pooling juices
by Molly Hogan
I’ll never forget a visit to the farmer’s market, when the Pepper Man gave my young son a chocolate pepper to taste. He ate the whole thing like an apple, to the farmer’s amazement. I’m in with a short rhyme today.
By Laura Shovan
Looks like candy,
glistening in summer heat.
Cooking and eating are closely tied to family traditions and memories, as we see in Linda Baie’s pepper poem.
Yesterday in August
I remember my grandmother
pulling peppers from the vine.
Baskets full, washed at the pump,
then slice and fill the jars–
her winter’s garden.
That day, we kept some to taste.
They’re crispy water,
ready for salad,
lunch on the summer porch,
fan whirling overhead.
Linda Baie ©All Rights Reserved
Speaking of families and food (and poems), Matt Forrest Esenwine left an adorable note with his poem today:
“My 2-year-old is demanding my attention, so it’s a haiku today!”
sunlight pierces morn
refracts through rows of raised beds
– © 2016, Matt Forrest Esenwine
Wow. Check out the playfulness in Margaret Simon’s pepper poem. I love it, and this comment: “I am composing on the yellow notepad on my laptop. That way I don’t feel there’s as much of a commitment to excellence. This one was just fun playing with the sounds of words.”
By Margaret Simon
I see ya, eggplant
think you’re hiding
in your shiny skin?
are silver dollar days
when fresh is
as fresh does.
Make me a salad,
Great to see Charles Waters cooking with us today.
MAKING A MEAL
slice, slice, slice.
clop, clop, clop.
crack, crack, crack.
scrub, scrub, scrub.
dash, dash, dash,
mash, mash, mash.
Now it’s time to take a seat,
yes, it’s time to eat, eat, eat!
(c) Charles Waters 2016 all rights reserved.
Finally, my dear friend and critique partner Jennifer Lewis is joining us!!
By Jennifer Lewis
The musky scent of summer’s gifts,
Arrives solicitous, upon the wind,
Gazes adrift consume the view,
As organic rainbows suffuse,
Joyful laughter ebbs and flows,
Crimson juices southward goes,
Melodies contour their staff,
As mothers sway, bounce and tap,
Fill your bag and fill your soul,
There’s more at market than escarole.
Donna Smith of the blog Mainely Write says, “My childhood memories of my mother’s vegetable garden – from which we could freely eat any time of day.”
There Was a Rainbow
There was a rainbow
– Rose from earth –
Drawn from my mother’s hands
And we could pick those colors sweet
©2016, Donna JT Smith, all rights reserved
You’ll find Carol Varsalona’s digital design for this poem at her blog, Beyond Literacy Link.
not from the store.
Foods I adore!
Jan Godown Annino’s poem is about the vegetables, but also about our poems today.
See you tomorrow for Day 3.
If you’d like to read what we’ve written so far, here are links to this week’s poems:
Monday, February 1
FOUND OBJECT: 100 year-old mailing box
Poems by: Diane Mayr, Molly Hogan, Mary Lee Hahn, Linda Baie, Jessica Bigi, Margaret Simon, Laura Shovan, Matt Forrest Esenwine, Catherine Flynn