Tuesday, 23 February 2016

Hello, Found Object Poets. I am taking a break today to catch up on poem writing. Jan Godown Annino has been kind enough to take over today’s hosting duties.


You will find the Day 23 Found Object Poem Project post at Jan’s blog BOOKSEED STUDIO. Thank you for hosting today’s prompt and responses, Jan, and for contributing such a great object!






I’ll see you back here tomorrow for Day 24. You can leave your Day 23 responses at this post or in the comments at Jan’s blog.

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8 responses to “2016 Found Object Poem Project: Day 23”

  1. Diane Mayr says:

    Day 24

    humans resign
    themselves to the back entry
    …swallows’ nest

    Day 25

    Key Rack at My-Big-Heart Hotel

    You asked for the key
    but, typically, you
    neglected to provide
    your room number.

    You take for granted
    I know where you’ve
    decided to settle in.
    Not so.

    This is no tiny inn.
    I have singles,
    the standard rooms,
    and a Royal Suite.

    Where would I put you?
    I’d say utility closet
    between the elevator
    and the ice machine.

    © Diane Mayr, all rights reserved

  2. Laura, Day 23’s prompt brought back a memory of traveling through the tunnels of the Capitol Building in Washington, D.C. My post, Noticing and Wondering, holds my thoughts and the first draft poem I created. It can be found at and a shortcut is below:

    Rolling, rolling, rolling down the hallway.
    A long tunnel I travel
    to sort the mail-
    millions of copies of
    and manuscripts
    fill the
    Library of Congress,
    my prestigious home.
    An important job I have.
    Take a peek.
    I’m full today.
    ©CVarsalona, 2016

  3. Day 24 and Happy Belated Birthday, Laura! That’s quite the cake.


    we daren’t open that door

    © Heidi Mordhorst 2016

  4. Mary Lee Hahn says:


    Sure, it’s small,
    but to us, it’s cozy.

    Yes, there’s a lot of traffic here,
    but, well, you get used to it.

    It’s kind of a mess,
    but I’ll tidy up just as soon as I get the chance.

    What you can’t see
    is the perfection of light in the mornings.

    You can’t know
    the lingering warmth in the early evenings.

    And I’m sure you can’t imagine
    our view of the stars when the rest of the world is dark.

    ©Mary Lee Hahn, 2016

  5. Thanks for reminding me! I’ve been so busy with my 6-year-old at home on winter vaca, I totally forgot!

    Phoebe meets Phoebe,
    family flourishes; soon
    five wee Phoebes fly

    – © 2016, Matt Forrest Esenwine, all rights reserved

  6. Linda Baie says:

    Day 24

    on the back porch,
    kids crowd the nest in cozy congestion –
    millennials in the bird world.
    Linda Baie ©All Rights Reserved

  7. Donna Smith says:

    Day 24

    We Three Phoebes (or Christmas in July)

    We three Phoebes of
    New Hampshire peek
    Out of the nest
    And open each beak;
    Flies from Mamma,
    Beetles from Papa,
    Insects are what we seek.

    Ohhh – oh!

    Wings of wonder,
    Wings of flight,
    Wings of phoebes
    Strong and light;
    Nest we’re leaving,
    Flight achieving,
    We will fledge in a fortnight.

    ©2016, Donna JT Smith, all rights reserved

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Laura Shovan

Laura Shovan is the author of the award-winning middle grade novel, The Last Fifth Grade of Emerson Elementary. Her second book, Takedown, is a Junior Library Guild and PJ Our Way selection. Look for A Place at the Table, co-written with Saadia Faruqi, in 2020. Laura is a poet-in-the-schools Maryland.

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