tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post7919145240632286812..comments2024-03-28T02:54:32.745-04:00Comments on The Miss Rumphius Effect: Monday Poetry Stretch - QuietTriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18350907653629775293noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-10969912972159944982014-08-30T16:58:08.326-04:002014-08-30T16:58:08.326-04:00QUIET AND CONTENT
Snuggled against our chestnut br...QUIET AND CONTENT<br />Snuggled against our chestnut brown<br /> breakfast nook Grandma reads an <br />article in the daily rag about school funding <br />while I browse through my iPad to find <br />pictures of fireflies for my science project<br /> with only the hum of our refrigerator<br /> keeping us company. <br /><br />(c) Charles Waters 2014 all rights reserved.Charles Watershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18336052424127127605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-86191185173365369512014-06-27T13:32:07.444-04:002014-06-27T13:32:07.444-04:00What fun to see revisions and to read the poems .....What fun to see revisions and to read the poems ... and to have some summer time off work to stretch. Mine came from a list poem I wrote yesterday (thanks to The Practice of Poetry: Writing Exercises from Poets Who Teach, mentioned here earlier this year) and fits the "quiet" theme nicely. <br /><br />What You Will Need<br /><br />A body of water<br />A day not too hot<br />A pole not Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12920981334410013825noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-64105492288914124312014-06-26T09:44:56.700-04:002014-06-26T09:44:56.700-04:00Thought you might like to see how I revised my poe...Thought you might like to see how I revised my poem:<br /><br />It Takes. . .<br /><br />It takes one rooster <br />to call up the sun,<br />one robin <br />to pipe up a worm.<br /><br />It takes one peeper<br />to bring in the spring,<br />One bull<br />to call in a herd.<br /><br />But to silence a little child<br />for good,<br />it takes only <br />one angry word.<br /><br />©2014 Jane Yolen Jane Yolenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16614445497209111557noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-68946523451711947112014-06-24T22:30:17.868-04:002014-06-24T22:30:17.868-04:00Steven, your poem makes me think of a book I read ...Steven, your poem makes me think of a book I read recently, Red-Tails in Love: A Wildlife Drama in Central Park by Marie Winn. It's all about birds and birdwatchers in NYC, with an emphasis on the hawks that nested on the side of a big condo tower.KateCoombshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05584944601221466789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-64224431595896675702014-06-24T21:03:09.564-04:002014-06-24T21:03:09.564-04:00Thanks to Kate Coombs for helping me fix the tense...Thanks to Kate Coombs for helping me fix the tense error in line 1:<br /><br />CITY OF BIRDS <br /><br />At evening rush, a kestrel over Boston Common fell,<br />Fiercely, like a bomb, making a jogger twist away,<br />Then toddlers strapped in double-strollers, twins, started to yell,<br />"Bird! A birdy! Mummy! Daddy! Look! A bird!" for they<br />Had seen Make Way for Ducklings statuesSteven Withrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08424518148189688086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-50127780033452447002014-06-24T19:34:03.262-04:002014-06-24T19:34:03.262-04:00It Takes. . .
It takes one rooster
to call up th...It Takes. . .<br /><br />It takes one rooster <br />to call up the sun,<br />one robin <br />to pipe up a worm,<br />It takes one peeper<br />to bring in spring,<br />and one angry word<br />to silence a child <br />for good.<br /><br />©2014 Jane Yolen all rights reservedJane Yolenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16614445497209111557noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-44301085681738143412014-06-24T15:49:07.793-04:002014-06-24T15:49:07.793-04:00Posting this here has allowed me to make some key ...Posting this here has allowed me to make some key revisions and to re-appreciate the fact that this is all a single sentence and has a nifty limited rhyme scheme (note the differences from the version above):<br /><br />CITY OF BIRDS<br /><br />No sooner had the kestrel over Boston Common fell,<br />Fiercely, like a bomb, making a jogger twist away,<br />Than toddlers strapped in double-strollersSteven Withrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08424518148189688086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-33656092826449144132014-06-24T11:10:06.105-04:002014-06-24T11:10:06.105-04:00Inspiring, Heidi and Kate! I wrote a few months ag...Inspiring, Heidi and Kate! I wrote a few months ago, but it fits the topic well:<br /><br />CITY OF BIRDS<br /><br />No sooner had the kestrel over Boston Common fell,<br />So fiercely like a bomb it made a jogger twist away,<br />Than toddlers strapped in double-strollers, twins, began to yell,<br />"Bird! A birdy! Mummy! Daddy! Look! A bird!" for they<br />Had seen Make Way for Steven Withrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08424518148189688086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-73655567552392861692014-06-24T08:49:53.839-04:002014-06-24T08:49:53.839-04:00Yay, Heidi! "Beak of song" is really gre...Yay, Heidi! "Beak of song" is really great. As are kindergarteners.<br /><br />Never<br /><br />It’s never really quiet.<br />Even when I sit<br />on the back steps by myself<br />I can hear a bird calling<br />to his friends and a little wind rustling<br />through the crab apple tree.<br />The bees are exploring<br />the foxglove and daisies,<br />the bumblebee loudest<br />of all as KateCoombshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05584944601221466789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-35428163116862561082014-06-23T23:59:28.719-04:002014-06-23T23:59:28.719-04:00Hi, Tricia! I pledge to stretch with you every Mo...Hi, Tricia! I pledge to stretch with you every Monday this summer...starting with a cheat! This poem is from a couple years ago when a kindergartener told me, "I can sing the Alphabet Song in silent language." Then she signed A-Z along with her song.<br /><br />*******************<br /><br />Secret clutched in a closed fist:<br />If you wait one pinky moment<br />Letting sounds slideHeidi Mordhorsthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09902158336083356337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-42609651602451697872014-06-23T19:38:16.383-04:002014-06-23T19:38:16.383-04:00Amen! Silence is becoming increasingly hard to com...Amen! Silence is becoming increasingly hard to come by. I will try to write a quiet poem or a quiet scene in my book. Thanks.Rosihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01294774973863802821noreply@blogger.com