tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post6480997582059575385..comments2024-03-29T00:37:50.644-04:00Comments on The Miss Rumphius Effect: Monday Poetry Stretch - Poems of PeaceTriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18350907653629775293noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-25478193406360920052013-11-27T14:12:11.879-05:002013-11-27T14:12:11.879-05:00THE PARENTAL CIRCUS
Momma and Dada are piercing ea...THE PARENTAL CIRCUS<br />Momma and Dada are piercing each other’s hearts with <br />Words being fired like arrows hitting their intended mark. <br />This cacophony of madness has been going on since supper. <br />I hunker down in my room as the parental circus travels to <br />Their bedroom. I hold Dolly, my French poodle who’s shaking <br />Like a tree caught in the grips of a hurricane. She’sCharles Watershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18336052424127127605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-57309482816003467152013-11-12T09:19:19.683-05:002013-11-12T09:19:19.683-05:00When the Sun
When the sun lights the leaves sidew...When the Sun<br /><br />When the sun lights the leaves sideways<br />with gold and it’s summer, with cool evening<br />coming on, and the cut grass smells green,<br />when the taste of grape popsicle<br />is still on your tongue and the feel of fast<br />on your bike is still in your legs, when school<br />is forgotten, like a scrap of notebook paper<br />that fell from your pocket, when you are KateCoombshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05584944601221466789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-34561757202584337652013-11-11T08:13:21.327-05:002013-11-11T08:13:21.327-05:00Great subject for today, Tricia. Here's a sonn...<i>Great subject for today, Tricia. Here's a sonnet I've been steadily revising that touches on what is needed to achieve peace.</i><br /><br /><b>First Saddle</b><br /><br />This tall man, hard from handling heavy tack, <br />Hitches his skittish filly to a post,<br />Lifts curry comb to groom her bristled back<br />In gentle circle gestures, like a ghost<br />Easing an armored steed Steven Withrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08424518148189688086noreply@blogger.com