tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post6527071055909950501..comments2024-03-28T15:09:21.698-04:00Comments on The Miss Rumphius Effect: Monday Poetry Stretch - Faith and HopeTriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18350907653629775293noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-77608567868337169682014-08-30T15:49:23.230-04:002014-08-30T15:49:23.230-04:00REUNION
At last he’s arrived
I sprint home from sc...REUNION<br />At last he’s arrived<br />I sprint home from school and leap<br />Into grandpa’s arms.<br /><br />(c) Charles Waters 2014 all rights reserved.Charles Watershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18336052424127127605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-33593527472236420012014-07-11T11:23:17.623-04:002014-07-11T11:23:17.623-04:00These are lovely.These are lovely.Stephanie Parsley Ledyardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05157035552236330676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-56524865913800626782014-07-09T15:43:28.109-04:002014-07-09T15:43:28.109-04:00These are all so differently, affectingly faithful...These are all so differently, affectingly faithful and hopeful! Steven's rhymes are so easy, so fitting, and I love Kate's sprinkler wanting to be rain when it grows up, and Liz's effortless sparrow.<br /><br />Despite my great age and annual efforts, I remain a novice gardener. My yard is full of perennials planted by the previous owners...and two new little boxes of food plants.<Heidi Mordhorsthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09902158336083356337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-28949715237680119072014-07-09T13:16:03.372-04:002014-07-09T13:16:03.372-04:00These are both so lovely and affecting.
Here'...These are both so lovely and affecting. <br /><br />Here's mine: <br /><br /><br />Summer Storm<br /><br />Clouds crowd out the sun.<br />Winds sweep up, <br />tossing treetops <br />like tissue paper pom-poms. <br />Rain pours from buckets in the sky <br />then ripples like a curtain<br />in breathless gusts. <br />Close to the trunk<br />sparrow perches<br />her toes closed effortlessly Liz Steinglasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14614059299412727544noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-54234232785580942482014-07-09T08:44:53.348-04:002014-07-09T08:44:53.348-04:00Oh, I like that Steve! Here's mine.
I Believe...Oh, I like that Steve! Here's mine.<br /><br />I Believe<br /><br />I believe in the toes on my feet—<br />pale, knobbly, and touched<br />with small hairs like blessings.<br /><br />I believe in sprinklers<br />trying to be rain<br />when they grow up but for now<br />making small kingdoms<br />of green.<br /><br />I believe in the joke<br />that is told mostly wrong,<br />but laughing KateCoombshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05584944601221466789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-66932675937743375782014-07-08T15:59:53.881-04:002014-07-08T15:59:53.881-04:00I wrote this for a cancer-themed poetry contest sp...I wrote this for a cancer-themed poetry contest sponsored by my local library (wish me luck!), but it fits this week's theme so well, I had to share it here. It is inspired by my work with visiting artists and families at Hasbro Children's Hospital in Providence, RI:<br /><br /><b>Troubadour <br />By Steven Withrow</b> <br /> <br />The PICU’s troubadour, <br />a hippie volunteer <br />Steven Withrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08424518148189688086noreply@blogger.com