tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post2531623830604587627..comments2024-03-28T02:54:32.745-04:00Comments on The Miss Rumphius Effect: Monday Poetry Stretch - Three WordsTriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18350907653629775293noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-12038384468301725732009-12-22T13:30:42.309-05:002009-12-22T13:30:42.309-05:00Hi Tricia -- I, too, write about war, which seems ...Hi Tricia -- I, too, write about war, which seems to be a common thread in a number of recent poems. <br /><br />Love last line in yours, Jane! <br /><br />FLAUNTING TOLL<br /><br />Snow<br />lays blanket<br />over graves<br />of fallen<br />soldiers, <br />as drum<br />thrums<br />cadence<br />into <br />shattered <br />hearts, <br />while<br />gunshots <br />ring, <br />piercing<br />the air,<Carol Weishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11714185124041031419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-20866174681666920932009-12-22T12:28:59.419-05:002009-12-22T12:28:59.419-05:00Tricia,
Here's the poem I wrote last year for...Tricia, <br />Here's the poem I wrote last year for the ring/drum,blanket challenge.<br />Happy Holidays!<br /><br /><br /><br />ring of white-tailed deer<br />circle our crabapple tree<br />hooves drum frozen ground<br />pulling back blankets of snow<br />in search of a midnight snackLindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01786457482835741494noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-58529802378475073132009-12-22T10:56:03.131-05:002009-12-22T10:56:03.131-05:00Here's mine. It's short: HomecomingHere's mine. It's short: <a href="http://knockingfrominside.blogspot.com/2009/12/homecoming.html" rel="nofollow">Homecoming</a>Tiel Aisha Ansarihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03994169558252043919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-85226816754248232612009-12-22T08:13:32.558-05:002009-12-22T08:13:32.558-05:00a ring of warm cat
replaces my lap blanket
--the ...a ring of warm cat <br />replaces my lap blanket<br />--the drum of cold rain<br /><br />Happy holidays everyone!Diane Mayrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09767689319000732296noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-82974294041371797132009-12-21T21:40:27.080-05:002009-12-21T21:40:27.080-05:00Tricia,
Here's the poem I wrote last year whe...Tricia,<br /><br />Here's the poem I wrote last year when Janet Wong and I challenged people to write poems that included the words ring, drum, and blanket at Wild Rose Reader:<br /><br />The Early Sixties: A Summer Day<br />By Elaine Magliaro<br /><br />On an old army blanket,<br />a rough, khaki-colored island<br />floating on a sea of sand<br />at Devereaux Beach,<br />we sit in a circle…<Elaine Magliarohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09829330276633865868noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-78907183599655482022009-12-21T20:01:25.074-05:002009-12-21T20:01:25.074-05:00Jane--Ha. I once submitted a collection of fantasy...Jane--Ha. I once submitted a collection of fantasy-themed poems and was told by the editor that most of them should be middle grade novels.<br /><br />Merry Merry!<br /><br />--KateKate Coombshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10138566291199003171noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-55276934371584591932009-12-21T12:48:21.303-05:002009-12-21T12:48:21.303-05:00Kate--a poem, yes. BUT the start of a novel, too.
...Kate--a poem, yes. BUT the start of a novel, too.<br /><br />Janejaneyolenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15396863710083180775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-62295608419896277312009-12-21T11:43:37.970-05:002009-12-21T11:43:37.970-05:00A Ring and a Drum
The baby was wrapped
in a blank...A Ring and a Drum<br /><br />The baby was wrapped<br />in a blanket, sausage-shaped,<br />and tucked in a basket.<br />That's usual. But we found<br />two things besides. That's not.<br />A ring—real gold,<br />with leaves etched<br />like a small treasure forest.<br />And a drum, a toy one<br />with red and blue bands.<br /><br />Do they think the children<br />here at St. Finbar's Kate Coombshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10138566291199003171noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-67446040545596214142009-12-21T10:24:55.961-05:002009-12-21T10:24:55.961-05:00New Year
Ring the new bell
and drum the table
wit...New Year<br /><br />Ring the new bell<br />and drum the table<br />with open palms,<br />with elbows,<br />and with sticks of bread and salt.<br /><br />Stomp your feet<br />and rock your chair –<br />until your mother<br />gives you that look – <br />then kick the empty air.<br /><br />A new year is too late,<br />for you, anyway.<br />but it’s yours to have<br />unfolded before you<br />like a Harriethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05180730302829554796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-8786323451144216292009-12-21T09:49:04.536-05:002009-12-21T09:49:04.536-05:00Rather eerie...I just happen to have a Civil War p...Rather eerie...I just happen to have a Civil War poem that uses these three words.<br /><br /><br />Letter from Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain, En Route<br />By Steven Withrow<br /><br />I hear the cannons' distant concussions,<br />dismount and march among my men,<br />all men of Maine on a trek to hold a hill.<br />We march with muskets high like Trojan spears,<br />Union coats more gray with Steven Withrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08424518148189688086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-18247563597933712222009-12-21T09:38:13.998-05:002009-12-21T09:38:13.998-05:00Ring drum blanket
In memory of MCL
Midsummer,
on ...Ring drum blanket<br />In memory of MCL<br /><br />Midsummer,<br />on a blanket,<br />under the canopy<br />of an alder tree<br />we marry one another.<br />You place a ring<br />of bark shaving<br />on my finger<br />and kiss me solemnly.<br />My heart drums as madly<br />as a fusion klezmer band.<br />There is no glass handy<br />for you to stomp on<br />so you crush a beer can<br />between janeyolenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15396863710083180775noreply@blogger.com