tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post7115779385772365015..comments2024-03-29T10:42:49.480-04:00Comments on The Miss Rumphius Effect: Poetry Sisters Write Pastoral PoemsTriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18350907653629775293noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-74381484282599662802019-10-08T16:33:37.675-04:002019-10-08T16:33:37.675-04:00What beautiful imagery your words have created, Tr...What beautiful imagery your words have created, Tricia. Thank you for sharing.Kimberly Hutmacherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17481478199892532599noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-68484987025067061142019-10-06T17:16:01.931-04:002019-10-06T17:16:01.931-04:00I thought about that, but I've seen some ver...I thought about that, but I've seen some very cool ideas. For sure I'd need to pare down my collection.<br /><a href="https://bookriot.tumblr.com/post/126486443130/book-storage-in-tiny-houses" rel="nofollow">https://bookriot.tumblr.com/post/126486443130/book-storage-in-tiny-houses</a>Triciahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18350907653629775293noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-81664841468578967342019-10-06T16:00:58.208-04:002019-10-06T16:00:58.208-04:00I love how you indulge your fantasy while fully aw...I love how you indulge your fantasy while fully aware of its limitations (indoor plumbing be damned!)<br /><br />You've founded a new genre, the tiny house pastoral.Rebecca Holmeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18061072142196187909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-65828519260229245542019-10-06T15:03:06.538-04:002019-10-06T15:03:06.538-04:00What a lovely vision. Our home isn't so tiny, ...What a lovely vision. Our home isn't so tiny, but we do live amidst a copse of trees and next to a pond. I love falling asleep to the symphony of cicadas and frogs. Kayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08210045352610490115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-18162949729547371982019-10-06T12:12:41.064-04:002019-10-06T12:12:41.064-04:00I share this dream!I share this dream!Liz Garton Scanlonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17941516645386392684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-85643621323217273992019-10-06T06:09:50.952-04:002019-10-06T06:09:50.952-04:00Ah...sounds like a worthy dream to me!!Ah...sounds like a worthy dream to me!!Mary Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-1472154885258851032019-10-05T19:36:27.729-04:002019-10-05T19:36:27.729-04:00I love how you turned Marie Kondo into a verb and ... I love how you turned Marie Kondo into a verb and also the specificity of "reclaimed barn wood and church windows." You paint a beautiful picture-- in theory. I think I might require indoor plumbing.Molly Hoganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16975100905434379155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-23329443864969851152019-10-05T18:39:26.493-04:002019-10-05T18:39:26.493-04:00Oh...this sounds fabulous. I don't think I wou...Oh...this sounds fabulous. I don't think I would actually like it, you know. But it SOUNDS fabulous! I would like to live like this for about a year, though, very minimally. Sigh. Your last stanza is especially wonderful. It put me into a dream state of wanting.laurasalashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13807781795919555208noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-41246448168584637432019-10-05T09:38:09.876-04:002019-10-05T09:38:09.876-04:00I love how specific you are about your tiny house-...I love how specific you are about your tiny house---built from reclaimed barn wood and church windows"---and about your dreams. This is lovely. Sarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12225998457253574928noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-3441163842855369542019-10-04T20:05:42.867-04:002019-10-04T20:05:42.867-04:00Oh the promise of utopia your poem promises. And y...Oh the promise of utopia your poem promises. And yet, as bucolic as this life might seem, I once went into one of those tiny homes. It required a ladder to get to the sleeping area (my knee would kill me) and you couldn't swing a cat inside it. Imagining no indoor plumbing on top of that, I fear I would go stir crazy. Worst of all, there was no place for bookshelves! Cheriee Weichelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15662398117320256935noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-71980078300741106152019-10-04T14:14:23.901-04:002019-10-04T14:14:23.901-04:00This is a lovely, lovely dream house! I want to li...This is a lovely, lovely dream house! I want to live on the other side of the pond and come visit you to share our Friday Poetry poems! We will have to get the other poets to live down the road or in town or something, cause no internet...Andromeda Jazmonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12355192738014962965noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-46862688174388142692019-10-04T12:06:11.039-04:002019-10-04T12:06:11.039-04:00Lovely! I share your dream of peace & quiet--s...Lovely! I share your dream of peace & quiet--someday! I especially appreciate "to loiter through the seasons" & the serenading sounds. JoAnn Early Mackenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09823683173219671001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-19192381269372997002019-10-04T11:28:36.514-04:002019-10-04T11:28:36.514-04:00That is indeed a lovely scene, free of disappointe...That is indeed a lovely scene, free of disappointed English majors like me who scowled on discovering Walden was steps from meals and laundry at Mama's house. Still, that just might be a way to get your indoor plumbing sitch addressed!!tanita✿davishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01671822274852087499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-67882519457192062842019-10-04T10:36:01.728-04:002019-10-04T10:36:01.728-04:00Without TV, radio, or phone, I spent my childhood ...Without TV, radio, or phone, I spent my childhood summers at one grandparents' home, wandering their farm, playing in the trees and fields. It probably wouldn't suit me now, but I loved those days. Your poem called that memory up, Tricia. I love your added "Marie Kondo" opening. She has become a household word!Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-80025607499278859272019-10-04T01:03:27.319-04:002019-10-04T01:03:27.319-04:00Oh, what lovely dreams indeed!Oh, what lovely dreams indeed!Jane @ www.raincitylibrarian.cahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12721142460522914540noreply@blogger.com