2016 Found Object Poem Project: Day 22

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.FOUND: STICK INSECTThanks 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.PartnersYou 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, 2016Check 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 TreeI freeze on the treeI am ONE with the treeI AM the treeTo act like a treeOne must BE the treeWhen I am the TREEYou don’t see meI am the perfectCamouflageeEven my eggs like free-Falling seedsDrop from meWhen I amThe treeI AM the perfectCamouflageeOr am IThe 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 treegame playing with predatorscamouflage 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 StickBy Jessica Bigi

OneTwoThreePickUpSticksWalkingOn stiltsEatingFrench-friedSticksMakingSillyPicturesOut ofPretzelSticksLaughingOut loudAt theFunniestStickI have seeWalking onStick legsUp ourAppleTree

***Here's a wonderful portrait poem from Diane Mayr.Gran Called Her, “My Walking Stick.”By Diane MayrAfraid to ask why,she pondered itsmeaning in relationto herself–did Granthink she was skinnylike a stick insect?Did she move slowly,stiffly, awkwardly?Was her complexion abit on the green side?On a summer’s noonGran put a hand onon the young girl’sshoulder, “Let’s gointo lunch, My WalkingStick.” She leaned intothe child who guidedher, while the girlthought only of herelbows and knees.***Another haiku from Charles Waters, this one focusing on the texture of the tree.Tree BarkBy Charles Waterstree bark folliclespeel away, fall like snowflakeson 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.Camouflageinconspicuoustree barkveiled twigfeigning deathuntilthe predatorvanishes© 2016 Jone Rush MacCulloch all rights reserved***Linda Baie turned her response into a little love poem.UnrequitedAt this time it’s trying hardto find a proper mate.Crawling slowly up a tree,it spies a winsome date.But brownish gray, tall, thin and roughtree twigs tend to trickthe hidden branching insectwe call the walking stick.Linda Baie ©All Rights ReservedReminder: 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 21FOUND OBJECT: Antique Sewing MachinePoems 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.