tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post4987613715613409889..comments2024-03-28T15:09:21.698-04:00Comments on The Miss Rumphius Effect: Monday Poetry Stretch - Amazed and HumbledTriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18350907653629775293noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-40522603602514651272013-02-20T18:02:48.646-05:002013-02-20T18:02:48.646-05:00Thank you, Kate--and congrats for being a Cybils F...Thank you, Kate--and congrats for being a Cybils Finalist!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-5626789714787650082013-02-20T18:01:05.923-05:002013-02-20T18:01:05.923-05:00Thank you, Kate. And big congratulations for bein...Thank you, Kate. And big congratulations for being a Cybils Finalist! Julie Krantzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08882810450575183271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-89540124778712267352013-02-13T10:38:17.860-05:002013-02-13T10:38:17.860-05:00Forgot to tell you how much I like this, Julie. Es...Forgot to tell you how much I like this, Julie. Especially those last several lines. Wonderful!KateCoombshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05584944601221466789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-58513535612216672013-02-07T16:01:11.124-05:002013-02-07T16:01:11.124-05:00This is a revision of an earlier poem...
Winter m...This is a revision of an earlier poem...<br /><br />Winter moon<br /><br />there’s something<br />about the winter<br />moon—<br />something in <br />its craggy<br />glow,<br />something in<br />its skin like<br />snow,<br />something in<br />its torpid<br />pace,<br />something in<br />its heatless <br />grace—<br />something <br />about its hanging <br />there,<br />rootless in<br />the Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-54484336954994435102013-02-07T11:57:15.651-05:002013-02-07T11:57:15.651-05:00Sands of TIme
I changed
his diapers,
washed
his c...Sands of TIme<br /><br />I changed<br />his diapers,<br />washed<br />his clothes,<br />combed<br />his silky hair<br /><br />I held<br />him <br />in <br />my arms<br />at night,<br />rocked him<br />in<br />my chair<br /><br />I told<br />him stories,<br />sang<br />him<br />songs,<br />never left<br />his side<br /><br />If I’d<br />my way<br />this distant<br />time—<br />he’d be my <br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-81822681324405508462013-02-06T23:37:23.348-05:002013-02-06T23:37:23.348-05:00This happened in 2005. Here's one of the artic...This happened in 2005. Here's one of the articles I read: http://www.sfgate.com/news/article/Seed-of-extinct-date-palm-sprouts-after-2-000-2628668.php <br /><br /><br />Date Palm<br /><br />Elaine grows a date palm in her greenhouse<br />beside a Dang gui from China<br />and a Tibetan Chu ma tsi. She was given<br />three seeds the way Jack was given beans.<br />Now she has three leaves, a KateCoombshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05584944601221466789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-71078007837140414802013-02-06T13:10:34.696-05:002013-02-06T13:10:34.696-05:00MORNING
Sunset stretches out of bed,
I follow sui...MORNING<br /><br />Sunset stretches out of bed,<br />I follow suit, my vision is a myopic blur <br />As I wash face, brush teeth, comb hair.<br />When I return to my room I finally notice<br />My clothes have been laid out, shirt and pants <br />Pressed, shoes shined to perfection like<br />mirrored footwear. Nose finally wakes up<br />spots an aroma ... my favorite breakfast. <br />Head Charles Watershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18336052424127127605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-89282718131778544302013-02-05T16:52:45.886-05:002013-02-05T16:52:45.886-05:00 Celebrant
She goes to weddings, funerals... Celebrant<br /><br />She goes to weddings, funerals, birthdays,<br />coming-of-age parties, crone-hood inductions,<br />bar and bas mitzvahs, communions, comings out.<br />Like the fool of old, she is hired to speak truth,<br />make games, spread rose petals, hold hands,<br />help us laugh, lead us into tears, <br />say the words that make us understand<br />this special moment, this janeyolenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15396863710083180775noreply@blogger.com