2016 Found Object Poem Project: Day 22


Enjoy some birthday cake with me.

It’s Day 22 of our 2016 daily write-in. This year’s theme is FOUND OBJECTS. We have a new writing prompt for every day in February.

For those of you who are new to my blog, please read my introductory post about the February daily write-in. You’ll find more information and all of the Week 4 FOUND OBJECTS at this post.

PLEASE NOTE: This year, a few friendly bloggers have volunteered to host a day or two. Tomorrow’s post, which is DAY 23, will be at Jan Godown Annino’s blog, Bookseed Studio. Leave your Day 23 responses here, in the comments, or you can leave them at Jan’s blog. We will both make sure your poems get posted.


Thanks to Poetry Friday blogger Buffy Silverman for finding this handsome master of camouflage for us today.

Mary Lee Hahn is looking at the symbiotic relationship between creature and tree.


You can’t see me.
I’m not here.
I freeze.
I blend.
I pose.

Glance away, then.
Lose attention.
I’m gone.
Gone where?
Tree knows.

©Mary Lee Hahn, 2016

Check out Mary Lee’s post here: http://www.maryleehahn.com/2016/02/found-object-poem-project-partners.html


Remember when we wrote about moth eggs, all the way back during week one? Donna Smith’s poem reminded me of that prompt.

ONE With the Tree

I freeze on the tree
I am ONE with the tree
I AM the tree
To act like a tree
One must BE the tree
When I am the TREE
You don’t see me
I am the perfect
Even my eggs like free-
Falling seeds
Drop from me
When I am
The tree
I AM the perfect
Or am I
The tree?

©2016, Donna JT Smith, all rights reserved


Carol Varsalona is backtracking and catching up on prompts (something I need to do also). You can find her Day 22, Day 21, and Day 1  poems at http://beyondliteracylink.blogspot.com/2016/02/daily-writing-workout.html.

hidden on a tree
game playing with predators
camouflage ante

©CVarsalona, 2016


I’m going to attempt some formatting with Jessica Bigi’s poem. I like how the form resembles our stick insect.

Walking Stick
By Jessica Bigi

On stilts
Out of
Out loud
At the
I have see
Walking on
Stick legs
Up our


Here’s a wonderful portrait poem from Diane Mayr.

Gran Called Her, “My Walking Stick.”
By Diane Mayr

Afraid to ask why,
she pondered its
meaning in relation
to herself–did Gran
think she was skinny
like a stick insect?
Did she move slowly,
stiffly, awkwardly?
Was her complexion a
bit on the green side?

On a summer’s noon
Gran put a hand on
on the young girl’s
shoulder, “Let’s go
into lunch, My Walking
Stick.” She leaned into
the child who guided
her, while the girl
thought only of her
elbows and knees.


Another haiku from Charles Waters, this one focusing on the texture of the tree.

Tree Bark
By Charles Waters

tree bark follicles
peel away, fall like snowflakes
on frosted earth.


It’s interesting that many of us wrote today about what the insect is doing, the act of camouflage. Jone MacCulloch has a poem on this topic.


tree bark
veiled twig
feigning death
the predator

© 2016 Jone Rush MacCulloch all rights reserved


Linda Baie turned her response into a little love poem.


At this time it’s trying hard
to find a proper mate.
Crawling slowly up a tree,
it spies a winsome date.

But brownish gray, tall, thin and rough
tree twigs tend to trick
the hidden branching insect
we call the walking stick.

Linda Baie ©All Rights Reserved


DAY 23 FOUND OBJECT PROMPT (February 23 at Bookseed Studio)

Reminder: Tomorrow, we’ll be spending Day 23  at Jan Godown Annino’s blog, Bookseed Studio.

Interested in what we’ve written so far? Here are links to this week’s poems:

Sunday, February 21
FOUND OBJECT: Antique Sewing Machine
Poems by: Diane Mayr, Linda Baie, Jone Rush MacCulloch, Jessica Bigi, Matt Forrest Esenwine, Donna Smith, Carol Varsalona.

Note: You will find links to all of  the Week 1, 2, and 3 poems at this post.