Thursday, 4 February 2016
Tomato Moon

Contributor Matt Forrest Esenwine calls this found object “Tomato Moon.”

Hello, Found Object Poets. I am taking a break from blogging today.

FOUND: Tomato Moon

Don’t throw any rotten tomatoes my way! We’re still writing and sharing for Poetry Friday.

You will find the Day 5 Found Object Poem Project post at Matt Forrest Esenwine’s blog, Radio, Rhythm & Rhyme. Thanks, Matt!

And please stop by Tricia’s blog, The Miss Rumphius Effect, for all of the Poetry Friday posts this week.

I’ll see you back here tomorrow for Day 6. Be sure to leave your Day 6 responses at this post.

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20 responses to “2016 Found Object Poem Project: Day 5”

  1. Liz says:

    Laura, your new website is gorgeous!

    • Laura Shovan says:

      Thanks so much, Liz. Two very talented friends put the site together, Debby Rippey and graphic designer Deb Dulin. They are both brilliant.

  2. Well, I am just gobsmacked that somehow, with all our Cybils and birthday exchanges, I missed your big moving news and the whole first week of the February Found Objects challenge! I assume it’s never too late to jump in, and I have a photo that I think will be fun. Congratulations again, Laura, on all your exciting developments.

  3. Linda Baie says:

    Hi Laura, almost a week has gone. Enjoy your Sunday!

    Day Six:

    Dolly Cry

    I need a friend:
    Pick me, pick me
    for garden walks,
    dressed up for tea.

    I’ll need the softest
    organza dress
    I’d love a hat,
    best to impress.

    You’ll play with me
    be all I want
    a loving child,
    a confidante.

    We’ll stroll and sniff
    those blooms en masse
    I spy outside
    my window glass.

    Pick me, pick me.
    Let us conspire.
    I’m lonely here,
    you’re my desire.
    Linda Baie ©All Rights Reserved

  4. Molly Hogan says:

    Well, this photo was a bit creepy and for some reason I just kept thinking of dolls gone bad. Here’s my response.

    Breaking News
    Mass Escape from
    St. Claud’s Center
    for Delinquent Dolls
    Just this morning
    a passing photographer
    captured this pivotal scene
    of the notorious Brown-Haired Doll
    with her famous fringed blue eyes,
    gang leader, miscreant,
    dimpled arm raised,
    baby-blue-shoed foot
    kicking out,
    targeting the glass barrier,
    already fractured,
    and demure-looking accomplices
    lurking in assumed postures
    with their flat and soulless
    marble gazes intent.
    All poised on the verge of escape.

  5. I agree with Molly that this photo is creepy, and that feeling crept into my poem:

    Haunted by ghosts
    of little girls
    who loved them once,
    dolls, long forgotten
    stare, eyes blank,
    through cracked
    plate glass.

    “Have you seen Emma or Ida or Grace?”
    their soulless eyes plead
    with people rushing by.

    They long for the warmth
    of tender hugs
    that would break this spell
    and mend their broken hearts.

  6. I’m late with my Day 5 poem.

    Double Tomato

    We budded together and together we bloomed;
    it just seemed natural that together we grew.
    Together we look…unusual,
    but together we’re unified — one outranks two!

    ©Mary Lee Hahn, 2016

  7. Jumping in!

    A Doll Trap

    secured behind glass


    or less

    doubly exposed


    they gaze out

    lean reaching toward


    one does more than yearn

    raises her

    chubby arm

    to crack that glass again


    dolly hai-ya

    she will be


    will walk among

    walls and rock

    follow plastic paths

    to new clothes

    new scenes

    ~HM 2016

    all rights reserved

  8. Day 6


    As a child,
    my dolls were my closest friends.

    When I left for college,
    I tried to pack them in a trunk,
    but had to release them before they suffocated.

    They’ve lived my entire adult life
    (up until now)
    on the closet shelf
    in my childhood bedroom.

    they will be auctioned away
    to strangers.
    I will hear them calling to me
    for the rest of my life.

    ©Mary Lee Hahn, 2016

  9. Laura, I am having fun with your challenge. Sorry this is coming in late but I did not have time to refine it until now. My Day 6 poem/digital composition is at

    When sun and earth are spiritually aligned enough
    to get together for a natter, then include the moon
    on this get together by complimenting him on his
    evening wear, he starts blushing with pride.

    (c) Charles Waters 2016

  11. Donna Smith says:

    For Matt’s page:

    Day 5

    One Slice of Rainbow

    I’ll take a slice of rainbow, please
    The red part
    tender, curved, ripe –
    So warm, sweet
    and bursting
    Rain down to my elbows.

    ©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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