tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post412334531255312670..comments2024-03-29T00:37:50.644-04:00Comments on The Miss Rumphius Effect: Monday Poetry Stretch - Magic 9Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18350907653629775293noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-89954777106503279682016-10-14T14:34:32.984-04:002016-10-14T14:34:32.984-04:00Astounded by the bursting of the grape
(Concord, h...Astounded by the bursting of the grape<br />(Concord, he learned), he fixed it in his mind—<br />or tried—and sat in silence, eyes agape.<br />We were discussing memory. He thought<br />he might record the taste on gustotape<br />and play it back one day when parched or sad,<br />but as he planned, the juice made its escape.<br />Sweet was it? Sour? He tried to press rewind,<br />but even the Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16832408029416299992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-61177427437231543162016-10-14T14:34:08.824-04:002016-10-14T14:34:08.824-04:00Astounded by the bursting of the grape
(Concord, h...Astounded by the bursting of the grape<br />(Concord, he learned), he fixed it in his mind—<br />or tried—and sat in silence, eyes agape.<br />We were discussing memory. He thought<br />he might record the taste on gustotape<br />and play it back one day when parched or sad,<br />but as he planned, the juice made its escape.<br />Sweet was it? Sour? He tried to press rewind,<br />but even the Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16832408029416299992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-84111936705165270692016-10-08T22:25:39.470-04:002016-10-08T22:25:39.470-04:00Apples as a bunch
so juicy, so sweet
Good eats for...Apples as a bunch<br />so juicy, so sweet<br />Good eats for lunch<br />Crispness<br />as we munch<br />Delectable<br />for brunch<br />Such a treat<br />apples to crunch<br /><br />© jone rush macculloch<br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08214389804167241801noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-2163471440999092642016-10-06T11:40:36.324-04:002016-10-06T11:40:36.324-04:00_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _.
He’d given me the key..._ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _.<br /><br />He’d given me the key<br />drawing dashes ‘cross the page.<br />Too dense to see<br />until he said, “My name is Juan,”<br />impatient tapping on the line above,“aqui!”<br />Ah…got it! Printed what he’d said.<br />Juan neatly copied me.<br />Seems letters sit on dashes at his age.<br />Tutoring’s so good for me.<br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03639189488267519417noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-62268806136118602952016-10-05T06:33:05.576-04:002016-10-05T06:33:05.576-04:00What fun. I think I nailed it!
An Autumn Magic N...What fun. I think I nailed it!<br /><br /><br />An Autumn Magic Nine<br /><br />Autumn is about the Fall:<br />Eve in her nakedness finding leaf<br />Covering slightly, but not all,<br />With red or gold serrated cloth.<br />Meadows dappled with downfall:<br />Fig and maple, walnut, birch, <br />That grand and ever-falling haul<br />Enough to make an instant brief,<br />Though not, alas, Jane Yolenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16614445497209111557noreply@blogger.com