tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post4901915099141114992..comments2024-03-29T08:09:51.663-04:00Comments on The Miss Rumphius Effect: Monday Poetry Stretch - Winners and LosersTriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18350907653629775293noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-72802232091145925952010-01-20T19:56:54.686-05:002010-01-20T19:56:54.686-05:00Historical Fiction
They aim
The guns
Life lost
Wa...Historical Fiction<br /><br />They aim<br />The guns<br />Life lost<br />War won<br /><br />-Liz KorbaUnknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18293368769378439196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-86499994540855124752010-01-20T07:09:53.073-05:002010-01-20T07:09:53.073-05:00Massachusetts Mourning
Yes, I voted, and would ha...Massachusetts Mourning<br /><br />Yes, I voted, and would have voted twice.<br />But I am a good girl, moral, clean, and nice.<br />I always stop for red lights, I listen to advice.<br />But if I could have,<br />I really would have <br />Voted yesterday<br />Twice.<br /><br />©2010 Jane Yolen. All rights reserved.janeyolenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15396863710083180775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-42823627760596467622010-01-20T06:47:21.029-05:002010-01-20T06:47:21.029-05:00Hmm...I left a comment yesterday with my poem...so...Hmm...I left a comment yesterday with my poem...somewhere! It didn't show up here. Yikes. It's wandering around somewhere it doesn't belong.<br /><br />Anyway, as soon as I read the prompt, before I read any poems, my traumatic third-grade spelling test scandal came to mind. So...<br /><br />3rd-Grade Drama<br /><br />I missed the weekly spelling test—<br />I was shelving books in thelaurasalashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13807781795919555208noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-32376897080027047662010-01-19T22:10:44.894-05:002010-01-19T22:10:44.894-05:00Yes, Laura--in so many ways! And thanks, Elaine. I...Yes, Laura--in so many ways! And thanks, Elaine. I won't show him this poem, but it was nice to share it with our group when it popped out in response to the prompt. I'm actually going to take a book of Mary Oliver's poems to read to him later this week--very uplifting.Kate Coombshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10138566291199003171noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-46039390129937184362010-01-19T21:22:01.792-05:002010-01-19T21:22:01.792-05:00Kate,
I have a close friend who has been battling...Kate,<br /><br />I have a close friend who has been battling a rare form of cancer for more than three years. In the last couple of months, he's lost a lot of weight. He seems so tired and weak. It breaks my heart to see him like this. He had always had such gusto for life. I'm doubtful he'll live out the year.<br /><br />Your poem was touching. It certainly spoke to me. I understand Elaine Magliarohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09829330276633865868noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-52361371642303238582010-01-19T08:26:17.883-05:002010-01-19T08:26:17.883-05:00Oh, Kate. The power of words...Oh, Kate. The power of words...laurasalashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13807781795919555208noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-51386262497148553782010-01-18T19:31:37.076-05:002010-01-18T19:31:37.076-05:00P.S. Steven, your poem brought me back to 6th grad...P.S. Steven, your poem brought me back to 6th grade, when I came in second in the school-wide spelling bee because I couldn't spell "kernel." Funny how those deal-breaking words stick in our heads for life!Kate Coombshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10138566291199003171noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-57855782446879098002010-01-18T17:59:23.139-05:002010-01-18T17:59:23.139-05:00I saw my friend Friday, and I'm guessing he ha...I saw my friend Friday, and I'm guessing he has less than two months left. It's raining--seems symbolic.<br /><br />Peter<br /><br />There is no winning<br />now, no trophy with its rim<br />curved like a golden smile,<br />no tape to burst through,<br />no joy to shout, no hands<br />to bear you aloft, no song<br />to sing except a lullaby<br />as you turn gray<br />with pain and Kate Coombshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10138566291199003171noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-14257350056875057472010-01-18T14:26:00.415-05:002010-01-18T14:26:00.415-05:00BEST OF A BAD SPELL
By Steven Withrow
Losing the ...BEST OF A BAD SPELL<br />By Steven Withrow<br /><br />Losing the Williams Junior High School<br />spelling bee, on “eleemosynary,”<br />was, I now see, an act of charity. <br />Knowing the Latin root for “alms” <br />(could you use it in a sentence?) <br />guarantees no one a varsity letter.<br /><br />Although it burned me that I flubbed<br />the double e’s, entreating the floor <br />for the Steven Withrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08424518148189688086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-45783757944124312902010-01-18T11:17:01.825-05:002010-01-18T11:17:01.825-05:00Well, Tricia, I covered winning an award in my las...Well, Tricia, I covered winning an award in my last week's poem. Does that mean I don't have to do one this week? ;-)Dianehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14973140969934922400noreply@blogger.com