tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post1770851634487713887..comments2024-03-29T09:35:43.086-04:00Comments on The Miss Rumphius Effect: Poetry Stretch - It's Never Too Late!Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18350907653629775293noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-24137974929332069772011-11-08T17:22:31.763-05:002011-11-08T17:22:31.763-05:00TATER TOT TUESDAY
Tater Tot Tuesday
was my favori...TATER TOT TUESDAY<br /><br />Tater Tot Tuesday<br />was my favorite school lunch<br />smother them in ketchup<br />crunch, crunch, crunch.<br /><br />Since it was discontinued <br />I've been in a funk<br />Now they serve carrot sticks<br />Who wants to eat that junk?<br /><br />(c) Charles Waters 2011 all rights reserved.Charles Watershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18336052424127127605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-39872693995327633462011-10-18T09:07:38.927-04:002011-10-18T09:07:38.927-04:00Big smile. Thanks for the compliments.
JaneBig smile. Thanks for the compliments. <br /><br />Janejaneyolenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15396863710083180775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-66661494185974613652011-10-17T11:01:27.460-04:002011-10-17T11:01:27.460-04:00Kate--I love the metaphor, "throwing
myself o...Kate--I love the metaphor, "throwing<br />myself off the cliff to fall<br />on the rocks of the day<br />that waited below." How sadly appropriate! So, too, the repercussions:<br />" And 14 more<br />till I believed." Nicely done. <br /><br />Jane--Love your poem, Jane, especially the words the little girl signs: "happy. more. want." Says it all in 3 words!<brJulie Krantzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08882810450575183271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-39271409797286255422011-10-16T10:19:32.157-04:002011-10-16T10:19:32.157-04:00What a poem, Jane! So many emotions, and so much e...What a poem, Jane! So many emotions, and so much experience, so compactly packed, then released in those last three words!Steven Withrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08424518148189688086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-30733635514486184912011-10-16T10:17:35.674-04:002011-10-16T10:17:35.674-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.Steven Withrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08424518148189688086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-6692870260713607602011-10-16T08:21:34.402-04:002011-10-16T08:21:34.402-04:00Ursula
I see a friend’s child for the first time,...Ursula<br /><br />I see a friend’s child for the first time, <br />now two years old,<br />who was never meant to live, and does.<br />She gallops across the convention floor, <br />exploring wall panels, table legs,<br />the fascinating up-and-down of an escalator. <br />Burbling around her trach tube, <br />she signs words for happy, more, want. <br />I turn away, eyes tearing, <br />afraid to janeyolenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15396863710083180775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-57830961284689882132011-10-14T18:54:08.258-04:002011-10-14T18:54:08.258-04:00Thanks, Steven!
I like the aunt in the backseat a...Thanks, Steven!<br /><br />I like the aunt in the backseat and the aunt in the backseat again; very poignant as well as a nice framing device.<br /><br />Julie, great rhythm and great tree. I LOVE trees!KateCoombshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05584944601221466789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-49168708674391808092011-10-14T16:46:14.222-04:002011-10-14T16:46:14.222-04:00I love how this is one sustained statement, Kate, ...I love how this is one sustained statement, Kate, until you hit that crashing pause, to be buoyed up again by "Poor kid." Wonderful!Steven Withrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08424518148189688086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-37172991482106022072011-10-14T15:32:33.365-04:002011-10-14T15:32:33.365-04:00High School
I remember myself at 14.
It was 6:00 ...High School<br /><br />I remember myself at 14.<br />It was 6:00 a.m., no one else<br />was awake. I stood<br />in the small bathroom staring<br />at the mirror like a lost soul.<br />My forehead wouldn't stop<br />frowning, but I carved my mouth<br />into a smile. Made myself<br />leave the house, throwing<br />myself off the cliff to fall<br />on the rocks of the day<br />that waited below.KateCoombshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05584944601221466789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-63769774969697026062011-10-14T11:39:32.212-04:002011-10-14T11:39:32.212-04:00Julie, I love the strong rhythm of this and its sp...Julie, I love the strong rhythm of this and its spiraling, songlike quality.Steven Withrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08424518148189688086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-50366554014691407852011-10-14T10:15:08.927-04:002011-10-14T10:15:08.927-04:00Sycamore Tree
we shimmied branches,
straddled li...Sycamore Tree <br /><br />we shimmied branches,<br />straddled limbs,<br />bouncing, bouncing<br />you and me,<br />high in the ribs<br />of the sycamore tree.<br />we outflanked pirates,<br />sailed the seas—<br />sinewy, tall, <br />strong and free,<br />soft is the bark<br />of the sycamore tree.<br />we manned the tiller,<br />swung the jib, <br />carved our names <br />in the mottled tree,<Julie Krantzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08882810450575183271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-20572617271663142342011-10-13T18:08:52.125-04:002011-10-13T18:08:52.125-04:00Great Post!
http://ramblingsofacoffeeaddictedwrt...Great Post! <br /><br />http://ramblingsofacoffeeaddictedwrter.blogspot.comBilly Burgesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00361704194167828597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-70573232257212513932011-10-13T18:06:40.869-04:002011-10-13T18:06:40.869-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.Billy Burgesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00361704194167828597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-83625426888114689912011-10-13T11:29:23.966-04:002011-10-13T11:29:23.966-04:00Lovely, Steven. I really enjoyed this.Lovely, Steven. I really enjoyed this.Julie Krantzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08882810450575183271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-44320223974302067282011-10-12T15:54:09.012-04:002011-10-12T15:54:09.012-04:00Some of you might have read this poem before, but ...Some of you might have read this poem before, but I want to bring this one back:<br /><br /><b>REMIND ME AGAIN <br />(for Linda)<br />By Steven Withrow</b><br /><br />The day I failed my driver’s test<br />for backing a tire over the curb,<br />you sat in the back seat,<br />silent, a light purse on your lap,<br /><br />behind the dour DMV man<br />busily signing his report<br />while my tousled Steven Withrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08424518148189688086noreply@blogger.com