tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post2507578976304949702..comments2024-03-29T06:16:09.260-04:00Comments on The Miss Rumphius Effect: Monday Poetry Stretch - Bouts-RimésTriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18350907653629775293noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-37243842345578216742013-09-24T01:03:55.801-04:002013-09-24T01:03:55.801-04:00HOMEWARD BOUND (AFTER PARTY)
In the middle of nigh...HOMEWARD BOUND (AFTER PARTY)<br />In the middle of night<br />Moonbeams light <br />My pathway home<br />Under sapphire sky.<br />As nighttime’s firmament<br />Begins to cry<br />Descending rain on<br />Sycamore Lane<br />I skitter my feet<br />Down the street<br />Headed toward home<br />On sleek concrete.<br /><br />(C) Charles Waters 2013 all rights reserved.Charles Watershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18336052424127127605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-1257820085084836762013-09-23T16:21:09.676-04:002013-09-23T16:21:09.676-04:00Robert Frost's "Acquainted with the Night...Robert Frost's "Acquainted with the Night" gave us these rhyme words. Here's my attempt:<br /><br /><b>Bedtime Couplets<br />By Steven Withrow</b><br /><br />She loves to lie with me at night,<br />And only sleeps when there’s a light<br />Beside her bed. We scan a sky<br />Of ceiling stars. Outside, a cry<br />From some night bird. Drip-drop of rain.<br />We hum The Beatles’ “Steven Withrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08424518148189688086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-24936909308989819442013-09-22T18:39:04.791-04:002013-09-22T18:39:04.791-04:00Summer Past
Before the day turned into night
and ...Summer Past<br /><br />Before the day turned into night<br />and all around danced sliver light<br />we watched the quickly changing sky<br />and heard the thudding distant cry<br />of nearby storm and sudden rain<br />and children rushing up the lane<br />splashing steps of happy feet<br />skipping quickly down our street.<br /><br />Janet Fagal<br />skanny17https://www.blogger.com/profile/07488350213473016250noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-17059267219568277192013-09-17T08:45:56.350-04:002013-09-17T08:45:56.350-04:00Last Night
Late last night
someone broke the stre...Last Night<br /><br />Late last night<br />someone broke the streetlight<br />outside and I heard the rain<br />falling like symbols on the dark street,<br />walking with murderer’s feet<br />away up the lane.<br />Now it is morning and the sky<br />shrugs, daring me to cry.<br /><br />—Kate CoombsKateCoombshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05584944601221466789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-49930273011070148462013-09-17T06:36:32.283-04:002013-09-17T06:36:32.283-04:00Not a poem but more a bumbling (with tiredness) ja...Not a poem but more a bumbling (with tiredness) jangle of a jetlagged jingle since I flew home from Scotland, then trained up the coast to Massachusetts just yesterday.<br /><br />Night to Night : The Way Home<br /><br />I came home hurtling through the night,<br />Started in darkness, raced through the light.<br />Exhausted from the miles, the darkening sky<br />I flung myself on the train seat,Jane Yolenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16614445497209111557noreply@blogger.com