tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post6817006116643150840..comments2024-03-28T02:54:32.745-04:00Comments on The Miss Rumphius Effect: Monday Poetry Stretch - Small MomentsTriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18350907653629775293noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-47373707384972329342011-06-24T07:21:58.633-04:002011-06-24T07:21:58.633-04:00Steve, I love your poem!
My contribution to the ...Steve, I love your poem! <br /><br />My contribution to the Stretch is about place (oh, Paris!) and the small objects we bring home with us to remember those places by. <br /><br />Tourist <br /><br />She bought the blouse on the Rue des Rosiers<br />because she loved the buttons,<br />all true mother-of-pearl, all small.<br />Three closed each cuff, one secured the collar,<br />eleven lined up Julie https://www.blogger.com/profile/12811523890920763782noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-81202782571799484752011-06-23T09:22:11.708-04:002011-06-23T09:22:11.708-04:00TIVO Parties
Remote control. Chinese food
in smal...TIVO Parties<br /><br />Remote control. Chinese food<br />in small white boxes. Talk<br />of her boss and my students.<br />Pausing the crime show<br />every five minutes to guess<br />whodunnit. Old jokes and new ones.<br />Hugs hello and good-bye.<br />Evenings spent with my sister,<br />as simple and important<br />as a glass of water, with its memories<br />of ocean and sky.<br /><br />--KateKateCoombshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05584944601221466789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-74286977419489158362011-06-23T01:12:41.024-04:002011-06-23T01:12:41.024-04:00COUSINS
Making breakfast
scrambled eggs!
Mosquit...COUSINS<br /><br />Making breakfast<br />scrambled eggs!<br /><br />Mosquito bites<br />on our legs.<br /><br />Gazing at stars<br />until dawn<br /><br />Playing soccer<br />on our lawn.<br /><br />Every summer<br />we are free<br /><br />To rule the world<br />You and me.<br /><br />(c) Charles Waters 2011Charles Watershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18336052424127127605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-48322034149923606032011-06-22T15:34:42.278-04:002011-06-22T15:34:42.278-04:00The Night Farm
On a stoop
alone
in the dead
of ni...The Night Farm<br /><br />On a stoop<br />alone<br />in the dead<br />of night<br />and above<br />the stars<br />sown like seeds<br />in the sky.<br /><br />Sprinkled with<br />space dust<br />they explode<br />and sprout<br />and I watch<br />them grow<br />into a<br />universe.<br /><br />C Barbara J. Turner, all rights reservedBarbarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15769803733067838372noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-14939995584907467672011-06-21T07:38:11.407-04:002011-06-21T07:38:11.407-04:00As an elementary teacher, I encourage my students ...As an elementary teacher, I encourage my students to find these details, these small moments, in their writing. Without support, "My mom is nice," or, "I like pizza," sentences is all some will risk.<br /><br />To model this type of writing, I still like to share George Shultz's, Happiness Is a Warm Puppy. Copyrighted in 1962, I still remember when my teacher read this tojohn stoffelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00093246196075842588noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-15927555683423667442011-06-20T22:55:20.076-04:002011-06-20T22:55:20.076-04:00Though my youth was the heyday of the cassette tap...<i>Though my youth was the heyday of the cassette tape, my dad was (and is) an amateur disc-jockey, and he shared his love of spinning records with my sisters, brother, and me. Here's an early draft of a riff-in-progress about those lost LP's of the late '70s and early '80s:</i> <br /><br /><br /><b>alan freed coined rock and roll in my garage<br />by steven withrow</b><br /><br /Steven Withrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08424518148189688086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-87158803230790597062011-06-20T22:41:52.176-04:002011-06-20T22:41:52.176-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.Steven Withrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08424518148189688086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-64723757380358168102011-06-20T15:36:48.243-04:002011-06-20T15:36:48.243-04:00I wrote this one in January but it seems right for...I wrote this one in January but it seems right for this stretch:<br /><br /><br /> Chamomile<br /><br />Yes, I prefer a black tea, decaffeinated,<br />but the golden clusters of chamomile,<br />ground apple to the Greeks,<br />teases my eyes with its mustardy flowers.<br />I drank it with a friend today,<br />she regaling with me tales of her students,<br />the books she is teaching, a funny janeyolenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15396863710083180775noreply@blogger.com