tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post741016944751283037..comments2024-03-29T00:37:50.644-04:00Comments on The Miss Rumphius Effect: Monday Poetry Stretch - October PoemsTriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18350907653629775293noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-13617075935477530872009-10-11T00:56:38.929-04:002009-10-11T00:56:38.929-04:00An Ode to October.
The names are out of place,
Fr...An Ode to October.<br /><br />The names are out of place,<br />From September to December;<br />You should be eighth not tenth,<br />My dearest friend October.<br /><br />How mean it is to have a name,<br />That doesn't mean your whereabouts;<br />But has you shuffled two months forward,<br />Unaware that there are doubts.<br /><br />So here's my plan to right this wrong,<br />And have Michael Coldham-Fussellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13829565953694178763noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-71792939024531297152009-10-07T14:09:03.824-04:002009-10-07T14:09:03.824-04:00Simply Autumn
Autumn ascends
from flowering summe...Simply Autumn<br /><br />Autumn ascends<br />from flowering summer<br />bringing opposing<br />feelings to all.<br /><br />If you love<br />hot sultry summer,<br />you just might loathe<br />leaves when they fall.<br /><br />They always signal<br />cold shivery winter;<br />nature's long fervent<br />motherly call.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09959521779427955185noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-81249168699756616122009-10-07T08:43:14.237-04:002009-10-07T08:43:14.237-04:00Wonderful to see all these great poems. I especial...Wonderful to see all these great poems. I especially love these bits:<br /><br />Sam: if my foot slips into the October river.<br /><br />Diane: by the hand of autumn <br /><br />and<br /><br />the acerbity of what<br />remains in the bottom<br />of your cup<br /><br />Susan: seeds tucked in soil blankets <br /><br />Jane: autumn is a glorious unfolding,<br />a slow strip tease<br /><br />and<br laurasalashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13807781795919555208noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-83646329422736639652009-10-06T20:54:11.194-04:002009-10-06T20:54:11.194-04:00Who Walks?
Who walks the blue twilight,
footsteps...Who Walks?<br /><br />Who walks the blue twilight,<br />footsteps cool as a shiver?<br /><br />Who drifts like October wind,<br />stirring sorrowful leaves?<br /><br />Who searches for lost days,<br />once bright as pumpkins?<br /><br />Who fades by morning,<br />Leaving only bone dust?<br /><br />Who has no name,<br />who has no stone?<br /><br />--Kate Coombs (Book Aunt)Kate Coombshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10138566291199003171noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-56984263374220376252009-10-06T13:23:22.109-04:002009-10-06T13:23:22.109-04:00This crosses nicely with Read Write Poem's mon...This crosses nicely with Read Write Poem's monthly mini-challenge... I wrote <a href="http://knockingfrominside.blogspot.com/2009/10/elbow-month.html" rel="nofollow">Elbow Month</a>Tiel Aisha Ansarihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03994169558252043919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-3916317388407576262009-10-06T13:15:05.750-04:002009-10-06T13:15:05.750-04:00Leaf Peepers
We have already seen
the first hardy...Leaf Peepers<br /><br />We have already seen<br />the first hardy thrust <br />of red maple leaves<br />before the Leaf Peepers arrive.<br />They come in buses with blue-tinted windows,<br />and license plates from places<br />all the way down to Florida.<br />They come through only once, <br />to view the big picture, the panorama, <br />the full palette of Fall.<br />I wish they could janeyolenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15396863710083180775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-67875993596822203312009-10-06T01:12:13.301-04:002009-10-06T01:12:13.301-04:00October
holds the secret to spring
seeds tucked i...October <br />holds the secret to spring<br />seeds tucked in soil blankets <br />buried beneath broken leaves <br />cradled by earthworms <br />rest in the <br />dark <br />damp <br />dirt<br />waiting for warmthSusan Taylor Brownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06931432581676140096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-39031749319717565542009-10-05T23:49:30.371-04:002009-10-05T23:49:30.371-04:00October
Honey dipped from a pot
by the hand of ...October <br /><br />Honey dipped from a pot <br />by the hand of autumn is <br />swirled through a teacup.<br />Black tea sweetened <br />lightly, cooled ever <br />so slightly. You sip <br />the honeyed liquid <br />slowly, swishing <br />it around your mouth,<br />squeezing it between<br />your teeth. You swallow,<br />and underneath the<br />sweetness you can faintly<br />taste the acerbity Diane Mayrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09767689319000732296noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-5869873926468563642009-10-05T16:42:12.668-04:002009-10-05T16:42:12.668-04:00It is cold enough to make me
try to keep my feet d...It is cold enough to make me<br />try to keep my feet dry,<br />but not get too mad if my foot slips into the October river.<br /><br />No river is as beautiful as my<br />October river.<br />The sun is right, the leaves are right, the snakes are not hogging the place like they did all summer.<br /><br />I take my boat, balancing<br />and muscling it down the rocky, trashy bank <br />to the edge Samhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09492841891625994218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-23914822264843911302009-10-05T08:31:25.948-04:002009-10-05T08:31:25.948-04:00I love October, so this stretch is a treat for me....I love October, so this stretch is a treat for me. I read Elaine's review of Button Up (by Alice Schertle) this morning, so I was thinking of both clothing and October. Here's my daily poem:<br /><br />October Wears…<br /><br />a pink satin nightgown<br />each morning,<br />goodbye colors<br />bleeding brightly<br />beside her black coffee. <br /><br />At noon, she slips on<br />a Parrishlaurasalashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13807781795919555208noreply@blogger.com