tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post933035303491512103..comments2024-03-29T06:16:09.260-04:00Comments on The Miss Rumphius Effect: Monday Poetry Stretch - We Are ConnectedTriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18350907653629775293noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-63473718728622892932011-11-08T18:21:30.359-05:002011-11-08T18:21:30.359-05:00AN UNBREAKABLE CONNECTION
From Slave ships
to la...AN UNBREAKABLE CONNECTION<br /><br />From Slave ships <br />to lashings <br />to lynchings <br />to bashings.<br /><br />From Hymnal singing,<br />to god praising,<br />to broom jumping,<br />to roof raising.<br /><br />From Past to present<br />to dignity within<br />I'm proud to be related<br />to my own kin.<br /><br />(c) Charles Waters 2011 all rights reserved.Charles Watershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18336052424127127605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-41297547362017187712011-10-04T12:44:45.455-04:002011-10-04T12:44:45.455-04:00Beautiful, Julie. I read this through three times ...Beautiful, Julie. I read this through three times just for the sound of it, but the meaning is wonderful too.Steven Withrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08424518148189688086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-85798307051477890072011-10-04T11:10:02.155-04:002011-10-04T11:10:02.155-04:00Running late, as usual...
Ship to Shore
you ca...Running late, as usual...<br /><br /><br /><br />Ship to Shore<br /><br />you came<br />in a rush<br />of baby blood<br />delirium and pain,<br />wrapped inside a glossy sheathe<br />like fingers dipped in wax—<br />a tiny boat, a wayward ship,<br />en route to wayward shores.<br /><br />then nose to nose I touched you—<br />your downy head, your pillow chest<br />your tiny petal feet,Julie Krantzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08882810450575183271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-12546876617112688282011-09-28T17:27:44.780-04:002011-09-28T17:27:44.780-04:00Steve--Thank you! Your Brian-12/Brian-13 was heart...Steve--Thank you! Your Brian-12/Brian-13 was heart-wrenching. Nice crewcut!KateCoombshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05584944601221466789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-89553436326246714772011-09-28T12:50:21.324-04:002011-09-28T12:50:21.324-04:00Kirby: "the katsura tree spins its leaves Rum...Kirby: "the katsura tree spins its leaves Rumplestiltskin gold" -- brilliant!<br /><br />Carol: Your fine poem is the shape of a quill pen; a subtle suggestion to start communicating on paper again?<br /><br />Kate: I'm dumbstruck by this -- what a tour de force...and your perfect, perfect last line (wish I'd written that)!Steven Withrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08424518148189688086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-61942474364060245742011-09-28T12:15:55.877-04:002011-09-28T12:15:55.877-04:00Connections
My hairdresser and I talk about the w...Connections<br /><br />My hairdresser and I talk about the weather.<br />We have nothing in common until<br />we begin critiquing the Twilight movie.<br />Then how our voices rise and fall!<br /><br />A woman on a plane to Chicago<br />tells me the difference between<br />the roll of the waves in Lake Michigan<br />and the movement of waves in the Pacific.<br /><br />I was born in yet another KateCoombshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05584944601221466789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-7726603813592058932011-09-28T11:33:15.390-04:002011-09-28T11:33:15.390-04:00Steven ~ your poem sounds like the makings of a ve...Steven ~ your poem sounds like the makings of a verse novel, and Kirby, yours rings so true, as I see my mom's reflection more and more as I walk through my days. A woman who always warmed her plates in the oven. ♥CarolWeishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01070606276175218670noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-64385776391210130762011-09-28T11:13:01.649-04:002011-09-28T11:13:01.649-04:00I approached this stretch from a slightly differen...I approached this stretch from a slightly different angle:<br /><br />I've <br />been<br />linkedin<br />redroomed <br />facebooked<br />goodreadsed<br />goggleplused<br />jacketflapped<br />livejournaled<br />kickstarted<br />classmated<br />twittered<br />youtubed<br />flickered<br />gmailed<br />texted<br />i-med<br />into<br />mind<br />numb<br />ing<br />o<br />b<br />l<br />i<br />v<br CarolWeishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01070606276175218670noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-47696276256864606872011-09-28T07:41:07.786-04:002011-09-28T07:41:07.786-04:00Kirby, your anguish was unwarranted. Good job!Kirby, your anguish was unwarranted. Good job!Diane Mayrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09767689319000732296noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-50597362309872961212011-09-28T07:36:23.658-04:002011-09-28T07:36:23.658-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.Diane Mayrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09767689319000732296noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-85218542612486048582011-09-27T13:05:12.223-04:002011-09-27T13:05:12.223-04:00I always feel insecure about my poetry but I love ...I always feel insecure about my poetry but I love this topic so am trying to be brave and post without anguish!<br /><br /> A Family Tree<br />The eyes looking back in the mirror at me are Grandpa Milt’s,<br />Brown ringed with rainy day blue.<br />I warm the breakfast plates, not in the oven as Grandma Lois always did<br />But in the microwave. Still I cannot let hot pancakes sit on a cold dish.Kirby Larsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18362445818834966589noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-12838038194757468552011-09-26T21:16:42.800-04:002011-09-26T21:16:42.800-04:00I've been thinking about connections with othe...<i>I've been thinking about connections with other people -- some lasting, some severed:</i><br /><br /><b>How We Learn What We Know<br />By Steven Withrow</b><br /> <br />“A weed high mellows,<br />man. A crack high crazes,”<br />says Brian-Thirteen<br /> <br />thwapping his cigs pack<br />like a recalcitrant rat<br />on a bigger open palm<br /> <br />than Brian-Twelve had<br />last year Steven Withrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08424518148189688086noreply@blogger.com