tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post8997859288529419128..comments2024-03-29T00:37:50.644-04:00Comments on The Miss Rumphius Effect: Monday Poetry Stretch - It's About TimeTriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18350907653629775293noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-24234939759068028962009-12-08T20:50:54.500-05:002009-12-08T20:50:54.500-05:00I'm posting this a second time because I notic...I'm posting this a second time because I noticed a mistake.That's what I get for writing it right here in the comment section instead of cut and pasting. : )<br /><br />My first grandchild is due in May. This poem is for her. <br /><br /><br />To My Unborn Grandchild<br /><br />It wasn’t so long ago<br />that your daddy <br />was a baby—<br /><br />my baby<br /><br />Even before he was Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01786457482835741494noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-67467476284739068502009-12-08T20:44:37.716-05:002009-12-08T20:44:37.716-05:00My first grandchild is due in May. This poem is f...My first grandchild is due in May. This poem is for her. <br /><br /><br />To My Unborn Grandchild<br /><br />It wasn’t so long ago<br />that your daddy <br />was a baby—<br /><br />my baby<br /><br />Even before he was born<br />I knew I would love him<br />forever.<br /><br />From the first time <br />the nurse placed<br />your daddy in my arms<br />I wished he would stay little, <br />foreverLindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01786457482835741494noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-13847837758531947602009-12-08T17:10:51.063-05:002009-12-08T17:10:51.063-05:00Thank you Tricia. This gave me a chance to write ...Thank you Tricia. This gave me a chance to write about a friend going through chemo. <br /><br />CAPTURED IN TIME<br />for Renee<br /><br />I got her bald-headed <br />picture sent to my <br />inbox last week<br />her face smiling<br />brilliantly<br />as tears rush <br />down mine <br />a rampage<br />tumbles<br />across <br />cheeks<br />spills<br />over<br />chin<br />splashes<br />onto <br Carol Weishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11714185124041031419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-515018353367210942009-12-08T17:08:34.813-05:002009-12-08T17:08:34.813-05:00One I wrote just after David died, but seems appro...One I wrote just after David died, but seems appropriate to this stretch. Not sure it will format.<br /><br />Sitting Down to Eat<br /><br />How many times did we sit down to eat<br />And you refused the offering?<br />One time, ten times, a hundred times,<br />Your mouth sore, your stomach drawn in on itself,<br />The cancer like some tin-hat dictator<br />Forbidding you your life. How many janeyolenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15396863710083180775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-22761169283632154582009-12-08T12:45:02.626-05:002009-12-08T12:45:02.626-05:00Tricia--
Not sure my following poem fits into the...Tricia--<br /><br />Not sure my following poem fits into the poetry "time" theme stretch this week.<br /><br />Here's a version of a poem I wrote many years ago. It's about my favorite time of the day when my daughter was little. Sara would sit on my lap on the red-cushioned rocking chair in an alcove of my bedroom as I read to her from her favorite picture books. I miss those Elaine Magliarohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09829330276633865868noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-43881455801605808662009-12-08T11:18:37.172-05:002009-12-08T11:18:37.172-05:00I'm loving the poems this week! Here's min...I'm loving the poems this week! Here's mine:<br />I want to write a manifesto about time.<br />I will scrawl it, bright red, on a dusty concrete wall<br />While sirens sing in the distance.<br /><br />I’ve done my time in the trenches<br />Labor. Dirty diapers. Mommy and Me. PTC.<br />All the tedious seconds buzzing around me.<br />I had fun, but time flies.<br /><br />I want to write a Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-48182084590441764022009-12-08T08:39:42.468-05:002009-12-08T08:39:42.468-05:00My poem this week was inspired by watching my son....My poem this week was inspired by watching my son.<br /><br />On the day you joined this world<br />sand in the hourglass of life<br />began to drop<br />to the empty bottom,<br />stacking grain upon grain<br />until a small hill emerged.<br /><br />That hill grows still and,<br />unable to flip the glass<br />(oh how I wish I could!),<br />I long to narrow the neck,<br />slow the march of time<Triciahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18350907653629775293noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-57784256632005685292009-12-08T06:56:39.370-05:002009-12-08T06:56:39.370-05:00Father Time
When once begun
And on his own,
He st...Father Time<br /><br />When once begun<br />And on his own,<br />He stopped for none<br />And ran alone. <br /><br />Time took his time.<br />Days’ ends ahead <br />Left nights to climb <br />Into Time’s bed. <br /> <br />The watch and clock<br />We’ve come to know—<br />Tick-tock, tick-tock—<br />Precisely show <br /><br />That Time this time<br />Should take a bow, <br />Still in his primeUnknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07845206473171251419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-41598972751944510712009-12-08T04:38:00.110-05:002009-12-08T04:38:00.110-05:00SPACE AND TIME IN MIND
Space and time balance the...SPACE AND TIME IN MIND<br /><br />Space and time balance their beauty in my mind.<br /><br />Ocean waves I'm watching intently<br />plan their crests and break upon the beach where God and I are mapping our future.<br /><br />Sunlight rests upon our world oblivious to its wars and so for a time I forget why we fight. <br /><br />Treasured moments suspend the universe in space and give Michael Coldham-Fussellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13829565953694178763noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-73957764960784220332009-12-07T21:10:39.285-05:002009-12-07T21:10:39.285-05:00These are so good! Here's mine.
Tracks
Somet...These are so good! Here's mine.<br /><br />Tracks<br /><br />Something passed this way,<br />blurring the snow with its feet.<br />The tracks are dotted<br />with scraps—bits of tinsel,<br />gift wrap, even the curved<br />gold shards of a broken<br />ornament like a cracked sun.<br /><br />The footprints are shadows,<br />blues eddying toward<br />a great door made of stone<br />that ends Kate Coombshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10138566291199003171noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-35185980934163905532009-12-07T20:19:53.671-05:002009-12-07T20:19:53.671-05:00The Extra Five Days
Three hundred sixty degrees ...The Extra Five Days <br /><br />Three hundred sixty degrees in a circle<br /> any circle<br /> a circle the size of my eye <br /> a circle the size of the sun<br /><br />Three hundred sixty-five days in a year<br /> any year<br /> any year except a leap year<br /> a year like the year I was born<br /><br /> Five degrees, five days difference<br /> or maybe six<br />five nights ofHeidi Mordhorsthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09902158336083356337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-74004448138384531782009-12-07T18:19:31.150-05:002009-12-07T18:19:31.150-05:00That poem is lovely, Steven. I am cheating this w...That poem is lovely, Steven. I am cheating this week and posting a poem I wrote a few months ago. This theme made me think of it immediately. This is actually the first poem I had written in a very long time and was largely inspired by the poetry stretches here that I was, at the time, still too nervous about attempting. <br /><br />6:45 a.m. <br /><br />I wake when the sun pries through the Harriethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05180730302829554796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-63978764142758267982009-12-07T17:57:24.043-05:002009-12-07T17:57:24.043-05:00Well done, Steven. I love your poem.
Tricia,
I ...Well done, Steven. I love your poem.<br /><br /><br />Tricia,<br /><br />I wrote a time poem in my head while taking my shower this morning. I think I need to tweak it a bit in places before it's ready for posting.<br /><br />Hope you had a grand Thanksgiving!Elaine Magliarohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09829330276633865868noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-3910071659971010172009-12-07T12:21:52.229-05:002009-12-07T12:21:52.229-05:00That's lovely, Steven.
Wow - I'm going t...That's lovely, Steven. <br /><br />Wow - I'm going to be hearing Jim Croce the whole time I work on this one, Tricia ("If I could hold time in a bottle....") Thanks in advance for that. Will post as soon as I've got something.Julie https://www.blogger.com/profile/12811523890920763782noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-53058614393685090282009-12-07T11:50:14.460-05:002009-12-07T11:50:14.460-05:00Beautiful!Beautiful!KURIOUS KITTYhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17972712028425323003noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-77030031843720890852009-12-07T10:53:04.276-05:002009-12-07T10:53:04.276-05:00FIRST NIGHT HOME
(for Marin, days after)
By Steven...FIRST NIGHT HOME<br /><i>(for Marin, days after)</i><br />By Steven Withrow<br /><br />Your first night home<br />I couldn't sleep, it was like<br />a small moon had drifted<br />through an open window<br />and settled in our room,<br />complicating gravity.<br />For weeks we let you<br />doze off in your swing,<br /><i>rock-a-bye, lullaby,<br />pretty pendulum baby</i>.<br />One night I Steven Withrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08424518148189688086noreply@blogger.com