Thursday, July 19, 2018


Several years ago, I took a wonderful poetry class taught by the very talented Heidi Roemer.  Heidi is an excellent teacher who gives lots of helpful feedback.  I'm so grateful for the lessons I learned from her. I wrote a bunch of poems during the class, but I never did anything with them.

A couple of months ago, while organizing my file cabinet, I found a folder with the poems. They had been tucked away for so long, I had forgotten about them.

I revised a few and sent them off to magazines.  One was accepted by Spider Magazine and one by Bumples Magazine.  Yay!

With it being so hot out lately, I thought it would be fun to share "Popsicles."  It was published last spring in Bumples with these cute illustrations.  

Now go grab a popsicle and head over to Heidi's place for more poetry fun!  Have a great weekend!

Thursday, June 14, 2018


My sons were fortunate to grow up with a wonderful father who always found time for them and put their needs ahead of his own.  He made a positive difference in their lives.

Now that my son Tim is a father, I see many of the same qualities in him.  Even with a demanding career, he finds time to play games, do crafts, create new recipes, and do lots of other fun things with his children.

Sadly, not all children are so lucky.  It is heartbreaking to think about children who are growing up without knowing their dad. Father's Day can be a difficult and lonely time for them.  I wrote this poem for them.

Father’s Day

I don’t remember him.
(He left when I was three.)

He never ever calls.
He never visits me.

I hug my pillow close
pretending it’s my dad.

Growing up without him—
makes my heart feel sad.

If he were here with me,
I know what I would say:

I still love you, Daddy.
Happy Father’s Day.

-Linda Kulp Trout

A big thank you to Karen for hosting Poetry Friday this week.

Thursday, May 3, 2018


Welcome to the Poetry Friday roundup! Please leave your link in the comments, and I'll round them up throughout the day. This is only my second time hosting so I'll do my best to keep up. 😊

Last week, my doctor recommended a medical test so I scheduled it for this morning.  Until last night, I had completely forgotten about hosting today.  In my younger days, I would have been very upset with myself for messing up.  But now I accept that mistakes are going to happen. All I can do is to learn from them and try to do better next time.   That's a tough lesson to learn, especially for middle school kids who often feel devastated when they make a mistake.

I'm so glad there is a wonderful new anthology to help kids understand that they are not alone in making mistakes. We've all been there.  IMPERFECT edited by Tabatha Yeatts  is a collection of 70 poems written by fifty poets about all kinds of mistakes. I am proud to have a poem included in this important anthology. 


When I got paired with the new girl,
I rolled my eyes and groaned.

I was happy when she whispered,
I'll just work alone.

But now I can't stop thinking,
about the sadness in her voice.

If I could do it over,
kindness would be my choice.

©Linda Kulp Trout

For more poems, quotes, and author profiles, be sure to check out the Team Imperfect blog.

Have a great day, and in honor of my Star Wars loving sons:

Well, it looks like there was a mistake in today's hosting schedule.  Originally, I was scheduled to host today, but somehow that was changed on some of our Poetry Friday blogs.  I think what happened is another "Linda" asked to have her date changed, and mine was changed instead of hers. Oh, well, mistakes happen!

Here's what I have for today's roundup. You can find more posts at Brenda's place.

It's a new month, and Michelle is in with a Spotlight ON interview and DMC challenge featuring Julie Fogliano and her latest picture book titled THE HOUSE THAT WAS. (My copy came in yesterday, and I love this book!)

Irene is also celebrating IMPERFECT today on Live Your Poem.

Alice is sharing a rough draft of her poem Poets. Paint. 

Sylvia is celebrating today the 4th. with Poetry for Star Wars Day over at Poetry For Children.

That's all I have for now. I'll check in again later today to update.

Thursday, April 19, 2018

The Progressive Poem and Birthday Bash Winner

The Progressive Poem is here!

I love National Poetry Month!  There are so many wonderful projects going on around the Kidlitosphere, and I enjoy checking out every one of them!   It feels like a big party where we're all sitting around together sharing poetry!  Oh, and speaking of parties, I'm announcing the winner of last week's giveaway at the end of this post. I also want to give a big shout out and thank you to Robyn Hood Black for hosting last week's birthday celebration. She did a fantastic job!

Have you been following the Progressive Poem?  If so, I hope you are enjoying Jasmine's adventure as much as I am.  

Today it is my turn to add a line. I'm grateful to my very talented friend,  Irene Latham for coming up with the idea for a progressive poem because it gives folks like me a chance to participate in National Poetry month in a way that is fun and manageable. 

After reading Michelle's line about Jas beginning her poem, I thought about how a poem often starts out (at least for me) as a whisper and floats around for a bit before I really catch hold of what I'm trying to say.  

So here goes, my line is at the end. 

Nestled in her cozy bed, a seed stretched.
Oh, what wonderful dreams she had!
Blooming in midnight moonlight, dancing with
the pulse of a thousand stars, sweet Jasmine
invented a game.
“Moon?” she called across warm honeyed air.
“I’m sad you’re alone; come join Owl and me.
We’re feasting on stardrops, we’ll share them with you.”
“Come find me,” Moon called, hiding behind a cloud.
Secure in talons’ embrace, Jasmine rose
and set. She split, twining up Owl’s toes, pale
moonbeams sliding in between, Whoosh, Jasmine goes.
Owl flew Jasmine between clouds and moon to Lee’s party!
Moon, that wily bright balloon, was NOT alone.
Jas grinned,
                             a new,
around          tender

a trellis Sky held out to her, made of braided wind and song.
Her green melody line twisted and clung.
Because she was twining poet’s jasmine, she
wiggled a wink back at Moon, and began her poem.
Her whispered words floated on a puff of wind

I can't wait to see where my talented and clever friend, Robyn will take this poem!


2 Jane at Raincity Librarian

4 Michelle at Today’s Little Ditty

Jan at bookseedstudio

6 Irene at Live Your Poem

7 Linda at TeacherDance

Janet F. at Live Your Poem

11 Brenda at Friendly Fairy Tales

12 Carol at Beyond LiteracyLink

13 Linda at A Word Edgewise

15 Donna at Mainely Write

16 Sarah at Sarah Grace Tuttle

18 Christie at Wondering and Wandering

19 Michelle at Michelle Kogan

20 Linda at Write Time

23 Amy at The Poem Farm

24 Mary Lee at A Year of Reading

25 Kiesha at Whispers from the Ridge

26 Renee at No Water River

27 Buffy at Buffy’s Blog

28 Kat at Kat’s Whiskers

29 April at Teaching Authors

30 Doraine at Dori Reads

CONGRATULATIONS to our Birthday Bash winner, Heidi! 
THE WRITING BUG is on its way to you!

A big thank you to Tabatha for hosting this week's Poetry Friday.