tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post2160036924352033323..comments2024-03-29T07:35:27.262-04:00Comments on The Miss Rumphius Effect: Monday Poetry Stretch - Three Letter Word PoemsTriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18350907653629775293noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-59935070837674871312015-02-13T08:49:28.383-05:002015-02-13T08:49:28.383-05:00Two-day Rag (3x3x4)
One day old,
two day new.
On...Two-day Rag (3x3x4) <br /><br />One day old,<br />two day new.<br />One day all,<br />two day few.<br /><br />One day pig,<br />two day ham.<br />One day gin,<br />two day jam.<br /><br />One day hip, <br />two day hop.<br />One day yay,<br />two day not.<br /><br />One day rum.<br />two day gay.<br />One day sot,<br />two day pay.<br /><br />One day tip,<br />two day tap.<br />One day zit,<br />Julie Krantzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08882810450575183271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-25692136094697737472015-02-04T13:15:48.560-05:002015-02-04T13:15:48.560-05:00Very nice poem, Charles.Very nice poem, Charles.Julie Krantzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08882810450575183271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-6510596742166896302015-01-30T18:26:37.884-05:002015-01-30T18:26:37.884-05:00Music
Not the she, nor the son,
nor sea, nor air,...Music<br /><br />Not the she, nor the son,<br />nor sea, nor air, nor owl eye,<br />far off can see the how, the why,<br />but the one try,<br />--for the ear--, Let fly<br /> the din the day <br />all men hum!tesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14651702526007175517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-35610796178083748312015-01-28T11:57:55.781-05:002015-01-28T11:57:55.781-05:00
How. . .
How can you
not joy
red sky,
map its...<br />How. . .<br /><br /><br />How can you<br />not joy <br />red sky, <br />map its sun, <br />its dew lap.<br /><br />How can you <br />not joy <br />sky eve,<br />owl fly,<br />sol <br />nap.<br /><br />How <br /> can<br /> you<br /> not?<br /><br />Jane Yolen ©2015 All rights reserved<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Jane Yolenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16614445497209111557noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-84493521613142696152015-01-28T07:55:38.799-05:002015-01-28T07:55:38.799-05:00Charles, what a sadly powerful metaphor, especiall...Charles, what a sadly powerful metaphor, especially the last line! Thanks, Heidi--I like your farm! And revision makes for a good new day. :)KateCoombshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05584944601221466789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-67520737009332612762015-01-27T22:31:01.143-05:002015-01-27T22:31:01.143-05:00Just saw a place where I need a revision--but it&#...Just saw a place where I need a revision--but it's bedtime now!Heidi Mordhorsthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09902158336083356337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-27907333408966270942015-01-27T22:29:44.055-05:002015-01-27T22:29:44.055-05:00Love love love this challenge, Tricia (I've be...Love love love this challenge, Tricia (I've been working on a collection of poems written using only the 200 most common words in English for more than 10 years now!). And Kate, I feel like you and John Fuller have written the two best 3x3x3 poems already. But here's my try, starting with day also:<br /><br /><br />New Day <br /><br />Let fly now,<br />hen; hop, lay <br />egg. Low, cowHeidi Mordhorsthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09902158336083356337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-57322477819068190482015-01-27T22:09:59.455-05:002015-01-27T22:09:59.455-05:00THE DEMON
I don’t know
Where to go
When Daddy ye...THE DEMON<br /><br />I don’t know <br />Where to go<br />When Daddy yells<br />At his demons.<br />Once again he<br />Lost another battle <br />With Jim Beam,<br />His long time<br />Rival since childhood.<br />Mom’s recovering in<br />Their bedroom from<br />Two double fisted<br />Crosses to both <br />Sides of her<br />Bruised visage, I<br />Spot a flask<br />Of his opponent<br />On the table.<Charles Watershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18336052424127127605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-20770573286843235972015-01-27T08:44:47.990-05:002015-01-27T08:44:47.990-05:00Day
And she saw
the sun fly,
red and big,
her own...Day<br /><br />And she saw<br />the sun fly,<br />red and big,<br />her own toy.<br />Day was lit.<br />She ran out,<br />joy her way.<br /><br />—Kate Coombs, 2015,<br />all rights reservedKateCoombshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05584944601221466789noreply@blogger.com