tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post7361425949802941173..comments2024-03-29T00:37:50.644-04:00Comments on The Miss Rumphius Effect: Poetry Sisters Write DizainsTriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18350907653629775293noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-32526262848981269722021-04-06T15:47:36.876-04:002021-04-06T15:47:36.876-04:00Wow! First, I love roller coasters, and that click...Wow! First, I love roller coasters, and that click-clacking, and the "suspend" just pausing there at the very end of a line--brilliant. And I felt you in the Tidying one. I am mostly about getting rid of stuff. Brutally. But...we do have several boxes of each of the girls' childhood things. They don't want them/don't have room for them right now. And I could toss them. But laurasalashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13807781795919555208noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-32494462447704843352021-04-06T07:08:23.146-04:002021-04-06T07:08:23.146-04:00Oh, Tricia! Well, first-off, the rollercoaster poe...Oh, Tricia! Well, first-off, the rollercoaster poem BEGS to be read aloud. Have you seen Marla Frazee's picture book Roller Coaster??? You'd love it...<br />And then, aaak, the tidying up poem? KILLS ME. I am both the mother and the child -- the one who wants less and the one with the tattered blanket and tooth and shoe. You captured it all just perfectly. Maybe what you need to save is Liz Garton Scanlonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17941516645386392684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-27140326942573492312021-03-28T12:08:57.857-04:002021-03-28T12:08:57.857-04:00Impressive dizains. The roller coaster one is such...Impressive dizains. The roller coaster one is such fun. I can relate to the second one. THe battle in our house is between me (let's clear out the clutter) and my husband (we might need it someday). When my daughter was young and wanted to keep everything, we compromised by taking a photo (especially of school and 4H projects) and then disposing of the papers/posters.Kayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08210045352610490115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-56164207460438260302021-03-27T13:03:11.623-04:002021-03-27T13:03:11.623-04:00Oh, how I can relate to your tidying-up poem. Ther...Oh, how I can relate to your tidying-up poem. There are some things that DO spark joy in me, but the clutter they form does NOT! Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12463332371535167975noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-38283086726740293172021-03-27T08:56:03.712-04:002021-03-27T08:56:03.712-04:00I haven't been on a roller coaster in a long t...I haven't been on a roller coaster in a long time, but they once were my favorite ride. I relate whole-heartedly to the cleaning out poem. My children are all grown and starting families of their own. It's hard to let things go, but you just can't keep it all. I am glad for some of the children's books I saved because now grands are enjoying them. Thanks for tackling what feels Margaret Simonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04434866104385187658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-12170284097077167532021-03-26T16:21:47.563-04:002021-03-26T16:21:47.563-04:00I love roller coasters, too, Tricia, wishing that ...I love roller coasters, too, Tricia, wishing that our own Worlds of Fun would open again! As for the 'things', I kept a box for each child & when they had their first children, I passed it on. Whether they've kept them I am not sure, perhaps a few things, but that was done. My mother created so many games for me growing up & now I wish she had kept them but she did not. Other Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-4016095175526747462021-03-26T13:57:17.450-04:002021-03-26T13:57:17.450-04:00I like the doubled-dizain - it's twice the ang...I like the doubled-dizain - it's twice the angst!<br />I grew up with a parent who ...well, he took things *he* figured we needed to be finished with, so I grew sort of a carapace over my heart in terms of things, and can give them up easily - except when I can't. I look at pictures of our house in the UK where I dragged for five years bits and pieces of what I felt made a home - so, so tanita✿davishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01671822274852087499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-7400533076164120342021-03-26T08:50:26.473-04:002021-03-26T08:50:26.473-04:00Maybe it's a new form of linked poetry? A doub...Maybe it's a new form of linked poetry? A double-dizain? (Imagine that word with a French accent over the e) I love what you've done with the idea of "childhood was not designed to last" both from your own childhood and your son's.Sarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12225998457253574928noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-77168153618062035332021-03-26T00:26:37.675-04:002021-03-26T00:26:37.675-04:00Tricia, I am amazed at your propensity to write tw...Tricia, I am amazed at your propensity to write two dizzying dizains. I really enjoyed your poems but do like the second one so much since it addresses what I am facing during my life move to Gainesville, Virginia. As I unpack boxes, I wonder why did I bring this with me-Sentimental reasons, I am sure. I would like to join the Poetry Sisters in April so let me see what I can work on. I am glad Carol Varsalonahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02589714711155938528noreply@blogger.com