Poetry Friday the 13th: The Roundup
January 12, 2023
Welcome to Poetry Friday! I feel lucky to host the roundup, which you'll find below. Please join us and submit a link. (If you're having difficulty, send an email to c_spaghettiATyahoo.com Replace the AT with a you-know-what.)
I'll start off with my poem "Vintage," inspired by a photograph by Trina K. Bartel which I first saw on Margaret Simon's blog, Reflections on the Teche. (Thank you to Margaret and to the photographer, who granted me permission to use her work.)
The Craigslist ad
came out so nice
I decided to keep
Mom’s bike and
ride it myself
The flowers I put
in the basket made
all the difference
and sold me on the idea
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That's a lovely poem, Susan. It tells a little story and in so few lines I feel like I get to know the speaker.
I'm sharing a special video today -- a sneak peek at some of Michael Rothenberg's original art for our upcoming poetry collection, Welcome to Monsterville. Plus a poem from the book that I've never posted before. If you're curious about the cover, Sylvia Vardell has the cover reveal for Welcome to Monsterville at Poetry for Children!
Posted by: Laura Shovan | January 12, 2023 at 05:49 PM
Thank you, Laura! I saw that video; it's terrific. I am so excited to be hosting Poetry Friday; it has been too long.
Posted by: Susan | January 12, 2023 at 06:21 PM
Thanks for hosting and for the shout out. I love your little vintage poem. I can imagine how cute you would look riding around town.
Posted by: Margaret Simon | January 12, 2023 at 07:38 PM
Margaret, the photo does make me want to get a basket for my bike. I could ride back and forth to the library with all my books in there. Well, in warmer weather I could do that...
Posted by: Susan | January 12, 2023 at 07:42 PM
It's true that when we are trying to sell something, we may convince ourselves! The photo reminds me of a painting by my daughter that I used as Summer Poem Swap logo. Thanks for hosting us, Susan!
Posted by: Tabatha | January 12, 2023 at 09:25 PM
Tabatha, you're welcome. I like those David Kirby poems! I'm not familiar with his work, so thank you for the introduction.
Posted by: Susan | January 12, 2023 at 10:04 PM
Thanks for hosting, Susan. The picture with your poetic advice feels like a guide for life. I love the basket, too! Hope you'll write about your adventures riding out!
Posted by: Linda Baie | January 12, 2023 at 10:28 PM
Thanks for hosting, Susan! That bike is so inviting and your poem just makes it more so.
Posted by: Rose Cappelli | January 12, 2023 at 10:37 PM
Linda and Rose, doesn't that photo make you want to hop on the bike and ride around? Thanks for your contributions! Poetry Friday is always a good time.
Posted by: Susan | January 12, 2023 at 10:45 PM
I was thinking what Linda said, that your poem is almost speaking about life - and it's true, we should all put a few more flowers in our baskets. Thanks for hosting, Susan!
Posted by: Matt Forrest Esenwine | January 12, 2023 at 10:55 PM
Susan, thank you for hosting Poetry Friday. I not only enjoyed your poem but love your mother's bike with the addition of a flower basket. Do you wear a straw floral hat, also? That would look smashing. I like Matt;s interpretation of your poem.
Posted by: Carol Varsalona | January 12, 2023 at 11:19 PM
Thanks for hosting Susan. I love your poem--it has such a sweetness with memories past and those to come with those flowers in the basket.
Posted by: Kay Jernigan McGriff | January 13, 2023 at 06:11 AM
You've captured that moment of indecision that comes with letting go--or trying to. I'd go along with that choice! Thank you for hosting today!
Posted by: JoAnn Early Macken | January 13, 2023 at 08:18 AM
Thanks for hosting us, Susan! "Mom's bike" looks a whole lot like my childhood bike and is making me very nostalgic for its basket and its fat tires, single gear, and pedal-backwards brakes. Ah, the simple life. Your poem captured that tension between wanting to and NOT wanting to let go of STUFF. The struggle is real!
Posted by: Mary Lee | January 13, 2023 at 09:37 AM
Matt, Carol, Kay, JoAnn, and Mary Lee, thanks for your posts! That bicycle in Trina's photograph does look like my childhood bike, too. I think that if it weren't raining today here, I'd want to hop on my own bicycle and ride around after thinking about bikes this week. I'll be sure to get the basket and straw hat by summer!
Posted by: Susan | January 13, 2023 at 09:47 AM
Susan, thanks for hosting and thanks for sharing your poem. I love that it celebrates discovering a different perspective.
Posted by: janice scully | January 13, 2023 at 10:28 AM
Thanks, Janice! I'm really enjoying hosting Poetry Friday today. When I started this post, I didn't have any poem but then remembered this one, so, yay.
Posted by: Susan | January 13, 2023 at 10:33 AM
Susan, I love the look of the bike and the poem you wrote. It reminds me of a bike I saw near a flower shop in The Netherlands. Thank you for hosting!
Posted by: Carol Labuzzetta | January 13, 2023 at 12:41 PM
You're so welcome! Thanks for your post.
Posted by: Susan T. | January 13, 2023 at 12:46 PM
Thank you, Susan, for this lovely poem. It reminds me of when you get your house all ready to sell, and then you think, why am I selling? This looks great!
Posted by: Laura Purdie Salas | January 13, 2023 at 01:24 PM
I love your poem Susan, it's so conversational and such a feel good poem on sustaining and maintaining, and the pic is perfect! Thanks for hosting!
Posted by: Michelle Kogan | January 13, 2023 at 04:11 PM
Laura, exactly! A "love it or list it?" kind of situation!
Thanks, Michelle! Trina's photo stayed with me after I saw it at Margaret's blog. Art prompts always get me thinking, and I often run with the first thing that comes to mind.
Posted by: Susan | January 13, 2023 at 04:47 PM
Your poem is such a great response to the image, and the use of the word "sold" is perfect! Thanks so much for hosting this week.
Posted by: Molly Hogan | January 13, 2023 at 06:51 PM
My pleasure! Thanks for your post and for your kind words, Molly.
Posted by: Susan | January 13, 2023 at 07:33 PM
This poem has me thinking about the things we change our minds about. Sometimes it is just revisioning what we see.
Posted by: Cathy | January 14, 2023 at 08:19 AM
I love where one simple word, vintage, took you, Susan; and what a delight to enjoy both a blue bicycle and yellow flowers in one view. Thank you for hosting!
Posted by: PATRICIA J FRANZ | January 14, 2023 at 10:24 AM
Cathy, yes, absolutely. A reframing.
Thank you for your post, Patricia! I struggled over the title because I didn't want to give too much away, but was happy when I finally thought of "vintage." My own childhood bike looked a lot like this one in Trina's photo.
Posted by: Susan | January 14, 2023 at 11:29 AM
I love the lines, "and sold me on the idea of maintaining." That can apply to so many things in my life. :)
I didn't get a post done this week but hope to return to PF next Friday! Thanks for hosting this week, Susan!
Posted by: Karen Edmisten | January 15, 2023 at 11:55 AM
Thanks, Karen! And it's been my pleasure to host; I read so many good ideas of things to work on and forms to try.
Posted by: Susan | January 15, 2023 at 04:02 PM