tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post8556495323452882680..comments2024-03-29T00:37:50.644-04:00Comments on The Miss Rumphius Effect: Monday Poetry Stretch - Climbing RhymeTriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18350907653629775293noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-31778125933191599892013-03-10T10:27:26.923-04:002013-03-10T10:27:26.923-04:00Yup. You nailed it. These do take time. I wish I d...Yup. You nailed it. These do take time. I wish I didn't have a job!tesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14651702526007175517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-15680914448897839222013-03-10T10:26:09.037-04:002013-03-10T10:26:09.037-04:00One of my Pinterest boards (not complete).
http://...One of my Pinterest boards (not complete).<br />http://pinterest.com/renlibrarian/my-slj-reviews/<br /><br /><br />Spring bird that flies<br />through clear skies -- dips,<br />weaves, dives to feed<br />in tall weed where<br />sweet seed is long.<br />Soon a throng sings<br />a song of spring. <br /><br /><br />tesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14651702526007175517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-75398932270259945352013-03-06T15:58:24.132-05:002013-03-06T15:58:24.132-05:00Later still--this was hard!
A Mother’s Rhyme
f...Later still--this was hard!<br /><br /><br />A Mother’s Rhyme <br /><br />fingers crossed I will<br />not drop ’til light<br />is nil, heaven winks, <br />night owls blink and <br />children think it’s time<br />for bed, climb up <br />stairs—rhymes in heads, <br />faces rosy, red lips<br />pursed—tread away to <br />distant lands—blue and<br />purple, hues of gold—<br />where stories told are<brAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-18809854906963268212013-03-01T23:38:11.469-05:002013-03-01T23:38:11.469-05:00Thanks, Julie and Charles! Nothing like family. Ch...Thanks, Julie and Charles! Nothing like family. Charles, there's something so poignant about "like/Any other family would." Understating what can't be overstated. Doraine, I like your spring, especially "syncopate breaths" and jumping from "the wrong story."KateCoombshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05584944601221466789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-42112913894537003692013-03-01T21:00:35.998-05:002013-03-01T21:00:35.998-05:00I know it's late, but I've been worrying t...I know it's late, but I've been worrying these words all week, so I'm going to post this thing anyway. I got hung up on syllables and then couldn't transition back to words. Seems silly after reading these two poems already posted. But that was my week, so here it is.<br /><br />SPRING<br /><br />Let's celebrate,<br />syncopate breaths,<br />create a song,<br />jump head long Dorainehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04421672075192660319noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-81422108414140602282013-02-28T12:56:10.578-05:002013-02-28T12:56:10.578-05:00Kate, your poem is OUTSTANDING!
I'm staying on...Kate, your poem is OUTSTANDING!<br />I'm staying on the family thread that you created.<br /><br />PRESS ON<br /><br />I get so mad<br />When our Dad screams<br />At Chad, my brother.<br />We miss Mother like<br />Any other family would,<br />Though Pop should realize<br />How good life is.<br /><br />(C) Charles Waters 2013 all rights reserved.Charles Watershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18336052424127127605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-4216968961867560222013-02-28T12:52:17.025-05:002013-02-28T12:52:17.025-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.Charles Watershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18336052424127127605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-54869261697831898782013-02-28T12:17:01.926-05:002013-02-28T12:17:01.926-05:00Good go, Kate, and interesting poem!Good go, Kate, and interesting poem!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-36559491685603954192013-02-28T00:34:05.706-05:002013-02-28T00:34:05.706-05:00I Can’t
I can’t talk about
my brother without fli...I Can’t<br /><br />I can’t talk about<br />my brother without flinching.<br />He’d shout at me—<br />never could see what<br />made family. That place,<br />blurred, buzzing space, arc<br />of face and fist.<br /><br />—Kate Coombs, 2013<br />all rights reserved<br />KateCoombshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05584944601221466789noreply@blogger.com