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.
DAY 6 FOUND OBJECT PROMPT
Laura, your new website is gorgeous!
Thanks so much, Liz. Two very talented friends put the site together, Debby Rippey and graphic designer Deb Dulin. They are both brilliant.
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.
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
We had the same idea, Linda, but your poem has a much sunnier tone. I like how you turned those bits of greenery on the sidewalk into “blooms en masse.” So much more appealing!
There are so many ways it can go, as we’ve seen from all the other poems. Thanks Catherine.
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.
Look-outs.
All poised on the verge of escape.
Love your humorous take on a very creepy photo. Well done!
Love this, Molly, that “dimpled arm raised”, poor misguided dolls!
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.
Catherine–Love your poetic take on this picture–the second stanza especially. Poor lonely, haunted dolls. I’m feeling a bit guilty now for casting them as the bad guys!
And despite the sadness, it works very well about those haunted dolls. I love ““Have you seen Emma or Ida or Grace?”
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
http://www.maryleehahn.com/2016/02/found-poem-project-double-tomato.html
Jumping in!
A Doll Trap
secured behind glass
half-dressed
or less
doubly exposed
glazed
they gaze out
lean reaching toward
freedom
one does more than yearn
raises her
chubby arm
to crack that glass again
again
dolly hai-ya
she will be
free
will walk among
walls and rock
follow plastic paths
to new clothes
new scenes
~HM 2016
all rights reserved
Love that “dolly hai-ya!”
Love that you took that raised arm into so much, Heidi. You, Catherine & Molly have made me see the tension in that window-Yikes!
Day 6
Abandoned
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.
Soon,
they will be auctioned away
to strangers.
I will hear them calling to me
for the rest of my life.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2016
http://www.maryleehahn.com/2016/02/found-object-poem-dolls.html
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 http://beyondliteracylink.blogspot.com/2016/02/remembering-when.html.
WHAT’S A BLOOD MOON?
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
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