tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post6376638536493721682..comments2024-03-16T16:16:08.511-04:00Comments on The Miss Rumphius Effect: Monday Poetry Stretch - Prayers and Morning RitualsTriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18350907653629775293noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-78457729832101397132012-11-24T16:15:09.163-05:002012-11-24T16:15:09.163-05:00BEFORE SCHOOL
I wake up to being licked
By Zeus ...BEFORE SCHOOL<br /><br />I wake up to being licked <br />By Zeus my Persian cat.<br /><br />My brother's still asleep<br />I say, "Time to get up Matt."<br /><br />It's the first day of school<br />With my teacher Mr. Kyle.<br /><br />I can't help to harness<br />My wall to wall smile.<br /><br />Because Ame Livingston will<br />Now be in my class. <br /><br />She's Charles Watershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18336052424127127605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-42226086693348561742012-11-22T09:12:16.210-05:002012-11-22T09:12:16.210-05:00I love Mary Oliver, Tricia! Good pick. Happy T-Day...I love Mary Oliver, Tricia! Good pick. Happy T-Day to all. Here's my poem:<br /><br /><br />Songs<br /><br />I sing in the shower, songs<br />I learned as a child in church.<br />Words rise with the steam,<br />then up through the ceiling,<br />past the sky to the ears of God.<br />“I think the world is glorious!”<br />I sing, my voice made grand<br />by the small walls of the shower.<br />MyKateCoombshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05584944601221466789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-69067462185622945512012-11-21T16:44:35.751-05:002012-11-21T16:44:35.751-05:00Beautiful, Steven. I love "the blank, unbiase...Beautiful, Steven. I love "the blank, unbiased turnings of the year." <br />Here's my quick first thoughts on my weekday mornings:<br /><br />Coffee, coffee, coffee<br />Rush, rush, rush,<br />Remember to be kind,<br />Coffee, coffee, coffee,<br />Rush, rush, rush,<br />Take a minute to unwind!<br />tesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14651702526007175517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-26260436396458233032012-11-21T15:04:49.913-05:002012-11-21T15:04:49.913-05:00No Prayer But Human
By Steven Withrow
I like to t...<b>No Prayer But Human<br />By Steven Withrow</b><br /><br />I like to think no other mammals pray:<br />masked raccoons and bounding white-tailed deer,<br />those luckless ones too often struck at curbs. <br /><br />No prayer but the human kind, and not to say<br />those creatures sense no source, or feel no fear,<br />but rather that their every act disturbs<br /><br />the equitable slumbers ofSteven Withrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08424518148189688086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-88089056248222154352012-11-21T09:07:41.327-05:002012-11-21T09:07:41.327-05:00Oh, wow, Stephanie and Jane--lovely stuff!Oh, wow, Stephanie and Jane--lovely stuff!KateCoombshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05584944601221466789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-8483921665936668462012-11-21T05:26:40.077-05:002012-11-21T05:26:40.077-05:00Not Every Day A Poem: A Prayer
Not every day a po...Not Every Day A Poem: A Prayer<br /><br />Not every day a poem, Lord,<br />but one good line, <br />as we pray for strength<br />to do one good deed.<br />Not every day a plot, Lord,<br />but a strong, solid twist, <br />and the will to take one step<br />after the next.<br />Not every day a story, Lord,<br />but the hope things<br />will turn out right,<br />not happy ever after,<br />just janeyolenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15396863710083180775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-47131267519826006322012-11-20T12:29:55.807-05:002012-11-20T12:29:55.807-05:00Great topic. I was just searching this morning for...Great topic. I was just searching this morning for poems about giving thanks and will enjoy reading whatever follows here this week. Here's a poem inspired by a walk around a condo community my family and I lived in for a year while getting settled in a city I had, until then, not really enjoyed.<br /><br />CONDOMINIUM WINDOWS AT NIGHT<br /><br />Blessings to you in your soft white kitchen,<Stephanie Parsley Ledyardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05157035552236330676noreply@blogger.com