tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post2595901744165004325..comments2024-03-29T10:42:49.480-04:00Comments on The Miss Rumphius Effect: Monday Poetry Stretch - Hay(na)kuTriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18350907653629775293noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-19331072404641342712009-12-06T14:31:34.037-05:002009-12-06T14:31:34.037-05:00Poem by Hannah Wallace
The Truth About Forever
by...Poem by Hannah Wallace<br /><br />The Truth About Forever<br />by Sarah Dessen<br /><br />The <br />best dad<br />I could've had.<br /><br />Without <br />him here<br />no more running<br /><br />The<br />"Oh, poor-dear"<br />face I hate<br /><br />I'm<br />secretly hiding<br />dad's infomerical orders<br /><br />Jason <br />at camp<br />long summer ahead<br /><br />Email<brAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-66164073576462465892009-12-06T12:41:00.068-05:002009-12-06T12:41:00.068-05:00The Hunger Games
By Suzanne Collins
A
new contine...The Hunger Games<br />By Suzanne Collins<br /><br />A<br />new continent<br />has been born<br /><br />The <br />name of<br />it is Panem<br /><br />A <br />country of <br />cruelty and poverty<br /><br />The <br />leaders have<br />brought Hunger Games<br /><br />Where<br />Children must<br />fight to death.<br /><br />My <br />sister was <br />chosen for it<br /><br />A<br />weak,twelve<br />Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02325956658747133450noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-20324963542810997612009-11-25T19:24:45.306-05:002009-11-25T19:24:45.306-05:00The poems are wonderful. It's amazing how muc...The poems are wonderful. It's amazing how much can be said with a few short lines. My pies are in the oven so I thought I'd see what I could come up with. <br /><br /><br /><br />An Invitation<br /><br />Children<br />now grown-<br />far from home.<br /><br />Sharing<br />this holiday<br />with their in-laws.<br /><br />Spending <br />our first<br />year without them.<br /><br />MightLindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01786457482835741494noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-1103503366218996832009-11-25T17:18:48.891-05:002009-11-25T17:18:48.891-05:00I've repeatedly tried to write something thank...I've repeatedly tried to write something thankful, but the only words that come out are lose of loss.<br /><br />Impossible<br />is bringing<br />my father back<br /><br />but<br />that’s exactly<br />what I want<br /><br />one <br />more day<br />alone with him<br /><br />watching<br />his strong<br />hands at work<br /><br />listening<br />to strains<br />of Dixieland jazz<br /><br />Triciahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18350907653629775293noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-84612922222598583162009-11-25T15:22:57.918-05:002009-11-25T15:22:57.918-05:00This is amazingly freeing but powerful form that I...This is amazingly freeing but powerful form that I look forward to playing with more. All the previous poems are so wonderful! I'm trying just a few quick ones but I will continue to work with this form as it is close to the haiku which I enjoy. I loved the idea of reversing the order.<br /><br /><br /><br />jangled leash calls<br />snoring dog<br />awake<br /><br />***<br /><br />grandmotherSusan Taylor Brownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06931432581676140096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-25750454270308365692009-11-25T12:24:23.773-05:002009-11-25T12:24:23.773-05:00I'll echo Kate's praise for poets stretchi...I'll echo Kate's praise for poets stretching here and thanks to Tricia for making Mondays fun. Must go bake my back-up turkey now! Happy Thanksgiving, All!Julie https://www.blogger.com/profile/12811523890920763782noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-50781734261234967742009-11-25T09:50:23.114-05:002009-11-25T09:50:23.114-05:00I really like Jane's breathing analogy, also J...I really like Jane's breathing analogy, also Julie's "stranging it up," which makes me want to write a nursery rhyme. They really are weird, aren't they? Thanks for the compliment, Julie. And on the subject of thankfulness, thanks to Tricia for giving us a cool little poetry workshop. Sometimes I get so caught up in my longer writing that I forget to write poems, which is a Kate Coombshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10138566291199003171noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-5192953317452855452009-11-25T06:24:11.448-05:002009-11-25T06:24:11.448-05:00Wow, Kate - nice poem.
I challenged some student...Wow, Kate - nice poem. <br /><br />I challenged some students recently to write a nursery rhyme and to strange it up, give it the weird feel that some old nursery rhymes have. And when I ask my students to do it, I think I should try. Kate's "One..." poem above made me think I should try a counting rhyme: <br /><br />Ten <br />leaves falling, <br />nine hang on,<br /><br />Eight<br Julie https://www.blogger.com/profile/12811523890920763782noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-38032672817480608612009-11-25T05:25:33.695-05:002009-11-25T05:25:33.695-05:00I think I agree with Carol. The short lines makes ...I think I agree with Carol. The short lines makes the grief and longing somehow more palpable. As if the poet is breathing shallowly, trying to contain the emotion. <br /><br />Janejaneyolenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15396863710083180775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-1672153051387582512009-11-24T14:43:18.810-05:002009-11-24T14:43:18.810-05:00I love this new form and all the posted poems, esp...I love this new form and all the posted poems, especially ones that lay their grief and longings bare. Thank you! <br /><br />STIRS UP MEMORIES<br /><br />I<br />miss Mom<br />as the holidays<br /><br />come<br />upon us.<br />The thought of<br /><br />her <br />easy laugh<br />and the sweet<br /><br />scent <br />she wore<br />stirs up memories.<br /><br />I <br />can smell<br />her creamed Carol Weishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11714185124041031419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-79759208308054867882009-11-24T12:37:16.560-05:002009-11-24T12:37:16.560-05:00Jane and Kate - such incredible poems this week!
...Jane and Kate - such incredible poems this week!<br /><br />Mine is long; it's an answer to the question, "How can you stand it when your husband deploys?"<br /><br />When <br />You leave<br />A hole remains<br /><br />Email<br />Does not<br />Fill it, or<br /><br />Photographs,<br />Or the <br />Love notes you<br /><br />Tucked<br />Away in <br />Secret hiding places.<br /><br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-75900018774331458432009-11-24T10:45:13.867-05:002009-11-24T10:45:13.867-05:00Very touching poetry, ladies.
Thanksgiving.
Tim...Very touching poetry, ladies.<br /><br /><br /><br />Thanksgiving.<br />Time to<br />Stuff the turkey.<br /><br />Holidays.<br />Time to <br />Stuff the human.<br /><br />January.<br />Time to<br />Start your diet!<br /><br />--Kelly Polark, 2009.Kelly Polarkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10968381456100611120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-15621201265322876762009-11-23T18:33:43.283-05:002009-11-23T18:33:43.283-05:00Thanks, Jane. I have to tell you, I keep sending y...Thanks, Jane. I have to tell you, I keep sending your grief poems to my mom, who lost my dad nearly five years ago and formed a small grief group of widows. She became somewhat less lost and stricken only last spring. (They were married 49 years, with big plans for their 50th that never happened.) It strikes me as strange that she and I, the seemingly always married and the never married, live a Kate Coombshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10138566291199003171noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-5903326568964158602009-11-23T17:24:23.649-05:002009-11-23T17:24:23.649-05:00Wow, Kate--just wow!
JaneWow, Kate--just wow!<br /><br />Janejaneyolenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15396863710083180775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-31207752012035945672009-11-23T09:37:33.278-05:002009-11-23T09:37:33.278-05:00Oh yay, Heidi's here! :) Okay, here's my g...Oh yay, Heidi's here! :) Okay, here's my gray Monday morning contribution:<br /><br /><br />One<br />leaf, shaken<br />by windy envy.<br /><br />One<br />bird, rewriting<br />a November sky.<br /><br />One<br />sound, alarm<br />clock prodding me.<br /><br />One<br />good morning<br />in the mirror.<br /><br />One<br />pillow, making<br />half a bed.<br /><br />One<br />lunch beside<br />Kate Coombshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10138566291199003171noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-73659387601390677652009-11-23T08:37:52.154-05:002009-11-23T08:37:52.154-05:00Turkey
sits waiting
frozen solid, wrapped
in
plas...Turkey<br />sits waiting<br />frozen solid, wrapped<br /><br />in<br />plastic. Innards<br />removed except for<br /><br />liver,<br />gizzard, and<br />heart soon to<br /><br />become<br />additions to<br />gravy, stuffing, or<br /><br />kept<br />for the<br />dog's thanksgiving treat.<br /><br />I<br />ask: what <br />would the Pilgrims<br /><br />think <br />about our<br />idea of thanks?Diane Mayrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09767689319000732296noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-21086517400147252672009-11-23T06:52:57.235-05:002009-11-23T06:52:57.235-05:00Good
morning Tricia
I finally Stretch!
before
tr...Good<br />morning Tricia<br />I finally Stretch!<br /><br /><br />before<br />trying hay(na)ku<br />must make lunches<br /><br />tofu<br />soy sauce<br />storebought chocolate puddingHeidi Mordhorsthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09902158336083356337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-67556077426703008362009-11-23T06:20:34.286-05:002009-11-23T06:20:34.286-05:00Fascinating.I found by using contractions, hyphena...Fascinating.I found by using contractions, hyphenations, I could accomplish an actual poem. Here goes:<br /><br />The Widow Speaks<br /><br />Husband,<br />Come back.<br />I miss you.<br /><br />These<br />One-way conversations <br />Satisfy no one.<br /><br />If<br />You cannot<br />Come to me,<br /><br />I<br />Must go<br />Underground to you.<br /><br />Your <br />Gray stone<br />Beckons to mejaneyolenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15396863710083180775noreply@blogger.com