tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post1977554466420019663..comments2024-03-28T02:54:32.745-04:00Comments on The Miss Rumphius Effect: Tuesday is the New Monday (For Poetry Stretching)Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18350907653629775293noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-83223126975869580032010-10-18T22:21:04.648-04:002010-10-18T22:21:04.648-04:00Aha! Mine's a little off, and I've realize...Aha! Mine's a little off, and I've realized I copied the pattern incorrectly, then followed my typos faithfully! Here's a revision...<br /><br />Autumn Song<br /><br />The leaf is pinned,<br />tacked and hindered<br />by wind, its pace<br />checked, then chased. Caught<br />in graceful flight,<br />seeking height, twist<br />of kite. Now gone.<br /><br />--Kate, 2010, all rights Kate Coombshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10138566291199003171noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-51797267465342656542010-10-18T22:15:30.573-04:002010-10-18T22:15:30.573-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.Kate Coombshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10138566291199003171noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-23497513877297511932010-10-18T06:44:53.588-04:002010-10-18T06:44:53.588-04:00You guys are all better than I will ever be. Not e...You guys are all better than I will ever be. Not even attempting this one. The instructions alone make my head hurt.<br /><br />Janejaneyolenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15396863710083180775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-4435530206550669092010-10-15T09:52:32.799-04:002010-10-15T09:52:32.799-04:00Up in the sky
Great birds fly, there
Up high. The...Up in the sky<br />Great birds fly, there<br />Up high. They know, <br />Somehow go in <br />The flow and call<br />Of it all. With<br />Each fall a “bye”<br />Yet they fly in<br />This why… No – “V”<br /><br />by liz korbaUnknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18293368769378439196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-76719112405090245632010-10-14T10:43:25.837-04:002010-10-14T10:43:25.837-04:00Another attempt:
In the Monkey House
Are you an ...Another attempt:<br /><br />In the Monkey House<br /><br />Are you an ape?<br />Must you gape at<br />The shape you see,<br />Which is me? Don’t<br />You see you’re rude?<br />I am nude! Take<br />Your brood and go.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-88378101199574167272010-10-14T09:55:13.612-04:002010-10-14T09:55:13.612-04:00Okay, that was hard! I've got it now...
Autum...Okay, that was hard! I've got it now...<br /><br />Autumn Song<br /><br />The leaf is pinned,<br />tacked and hindered<br />by wind, its pace<br />checked, then chased. Caught<br />in graceful flight,<br />attaining height,<br />like a kite. Gone.<br /><br />--Kate Coombs, 2010, all rights reservedKate Coombshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10138566291199003171noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-64353688387324304242010-10-13T23:46:49.313-04:002010-10-13T23:46:49.313-04:00What a challenge! I loved reading all of these......What a challenge! I loved reading all of these... Here's my attempt:<br /><br />Questions for a Shell<br /><br />Here comes the tide.<br />Will you ride? Will<br />you hide? Oh Shell -<br />will you tell where<br />you dwell? Engrave<br />every wave? Who <br />will save your songs?<br /><br />Amy Ludwig VanDerwater<br />(The Poem Farm)Amy L Vhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03830987204619914326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-84448709855072335112010-10-12T16:21:46.388-04:002010-10-12T16:21:46.388-04:00I just want to point out that I could NEVER have w...I just want to point out that I could NEVER have written this on a Monday. No way. Thank goodness you posted the prompt late :-)<br /><br />"Form makes my head<br />Fill with dread. Yikes,"<br />I said. It’s tough<br />(And enough) when<br />I bluff on through<br />But I do. Whew.<br />It’s true! I’m done!Greg Pincushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00449684160718426340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-17805079245394501092010-10-12T15:56:10.333-04:002010-10-12T15:56:10.333-04:00Ha, Harriet! Love that. I'm cursing a bit as I...Ha, Harriet! Love that. I'm cursing a bit as I play with this poem.<br /><br />Steven, I love that image of pins in a cushion, sharp and precise as poems.<br /><br />My topic is cliched, but what can I say? It's October in Minnesota, and I can't tear my eyes away from the fall colors.<br /><br />October Music<br /><br />October leaves rattle, clatter.<br />Oaks recklessly shatter laurasalashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13807781795919555208noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-84196487198729490112010-10-12T15:55:16.228-04:002010-10-12T15:55:16.228-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.laurasalashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13807781795919555208noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-13515019841407917532010-10-12T10:07:41.945-04:002010-10-12T10:07:41.945-04:00One Suggestion
By Steven Withrow
Before we go,
le...<b>One Suggestion<br />By Steven Withrow</b><br /><br />Before we go,<br />let us slowly<br />compose ourselves,<br />like toy shelves kept <br />by elves, or pins<br />pointed in a <br />cushion, like poems.<br /><br /><br /><br /><i>Copyright 2010 by Steven Withrow. All rights reserved.</i>Steven Withrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08424518148189688086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-65615383185619204282010-10-12T09:48:15.455-04:002010-10-12T09:48:15.455-04:00Tricky. Or, in other words:
Take your sweet tim...Tricky. Or, in other words:<br /><br /><br />Take your sweet time<br />With this rhyme. Watch<br />It climb to B<br />From A. See the<br />Rhyme C, the verse<br />Comes out worse or<br />Well? Curse? Could be.<br /><br /><br />I will keep trying.Harriethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05180730302829554796noreply@blogger.com