tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post8359040684929142025..comments2024-03-29T09:04:58.888-04:00Comments on The Miss Rumphius Effect: Monday Poetry Stretch - QuintillaTriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18350907653629775293noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-53790294294026414752016-02-17T12:07:05.586-05:002016-02-17T12:07:05.586-05:00It is fine when declining in time
devine men of th...It is fine when declining in time<br />devine men of the pen chiming in<br />who opine when the crime has been<br />a fine Rhine in a stein made of tin,<br />and by nine ten of them are supine.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03639189488267519417noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-4033076672092771502016-02-16T16:54:06.976-05:002016-02-16T16:54:06.976-05:00Here's a quintilla from the heart of February....Here's a quintilla from the heart of February. With temperatures here in the 70s today, I feel almost guilty posting it, but my distrust of February is well founded and is blind to unseasonable El Nino warmth.<br /><br />FEBRUARY<br /><br />Oh second month, you of least days<br />in quantity as well as sun's rays,<br />cold and dark foremother to spring:<br />green waits to show, birds Stephanie Parsley Ledyardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05157035552236330676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-35704566797361084962016-02-16T16:22:44.978-05:002016-02-16T16:22:44.978-05:00I can see these birds/words in the skies of my eye...I can see these birds/words in the skies of my eyes! Lovely!Stephanie Parsley Ledyardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05157035552236330676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-83056561366477249042016-02-15T21:24:36.598-05:002016-02-15T21:24:36.598-05:00Sometimes
Sometimes writing a whirlwind comes
tha...Sometimes<br /><br />Sometimes writing a whirlwind comes<br />that bears in twists and turns the words<br />to make your paper turn to golden suns<br />and fill the skies of eyes with soaring birds<br />so that you lift your hands like kites and run.<br /><br />—Kate Coombs, 2016<br />all rights reservedKateCoombshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05584944601221466789noreply@blogger.com