tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14397387.post7436946663249480645..comments2024-03-29T01:19:03.714-04:00Comments on Poet Mom: Poem for Poetry ThursdayJanuaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13036651950996873368noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14397387.post-65266791733693112072008-04-01T19:50:00.000-04:002008-04-01T19:50:00.000-04:00beautiful images of friendship...beautiful images of friendship...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14397387.post-81041833955664820612008-04-01T12:28:00.000-04:002008-04-01T12:28:00.000-04:00January, this is really lovely, and deserves to be...January, this is really lovely, and deserves to be heard by zillions. so many vivid images. The words flow beautifully. The analogy between spring and friendship is spot on, and fresh.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14397387.post-59964256343671713402007-01-06T07:53:00.000-05:002007-01-06T07:53:00.000-05:00"ants take over the kitchen like tourists on vacat..."ants take over the kitchen like tourists on vacation" Life in miniature. I love the imagery of this poem. Also, your vocabulary is rich. It's not everyday a poet can work "shanghaied" and "traipsing" into the same piece. Impressive.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14397387.post-10106158455519529032007-01-05T22:52:00.000-05:002007-01-05T22:52:00.000-05:00I love it. I wish it were spring, or even somethin...I love it. I wish it were spring, or even something close to it. Your poem makes me feel the water on my toes, and my feet long to get out of their winter boots.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14397387.post-90280034076946968852007-01-05T03:44:00.000-05:002007-01-05T03:44:00.000-05:00I don't remember reading this one before - I love ...I don't remember reading this one before - I love the lines:<br /><br />If it’s not Spring, then what is it<br />stuck deep in your hair like a pine needle?<br /><br />(excuse the line breaks)<br /><br />Great work, and Happy Poetry Thursday right back at ya! (Okay, so it's Friday now, but what does that matter between poetry munching friends? ;-))claireylovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16691439928758477628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14397387.post-70078643722556990722007-01-05T00:23:00.000-05:002007-01-05T00:23:00.000-05:00I love this, especially the line "if it's not spri...I love this, especially the line "if it's not spring, what is it/stuck in your hair like a pine needle"<br />I think summer has finally arrived in New Zealand, but I'm not sure how long it's going to last - our season poems would be very different because weather here is so changeableCatherinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08236329216260906624noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14397387.post-55863124920628131062007-01-04T19:36:00.000-05:002007-01-04T19:36:00.000-05:00I love the line she comes when she comes...and the...I love the line she comes when she comes...and the pine needles in the hair and the toes in the puddles.<br /><br />Guess what...more snow for denver tomorrow...<br /><br />Spring, she is far away today!wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14586814769281622578noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14397387.post-9822229723148480462007-01-04T16:13:00.000-05:002007-01-04T16:13:00.000-05:00January, that's lovely; I especially like the last...January, that's lovely; I especially like the last two lines and their contrast to your title. I could feel the puddles on my toes! Thanks for making me feel some springtime in this Chicago winter.angiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01686166409869806810noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14397387.post-80566246188989524562007-01-04T16:06:00.000-05:002007-01-04T16:06:00.000-05:00J, this is an amazing poem! As always, you never c...J, this is an amazing poem! As always, you never cease to surprise me with your craft! I am especialyl fond of the series of words, which, when said aloud are music. And I love "who comes when she comes" it's so perfect after reading about the open-toed shoes...I just love the image of "that kind of girl"<br /><br />THANK YOU!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04561786891662799199noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14397387.post-32915391660947614982007-01-04T12:54:00.000-05:002007-01-04T12:54:00.000-05:00Pepek, thanks for the poem. Beautiful!Pepek, thanks for the poem. Beautiful!Januaryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13036651950996873368noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14397387.post-16229167784132022172007-01-04T12:44:00.000-05:002007-01-04T12:44:00.000-05:00Spring rides no horses down the hill,
But comes on...Spring rides no horses down the hill,<br />But comes on foot, a goosegirl still.<br />And all the loveliest things there be<br />Come simply, so it seems to me.<br />If ever I said, in grief or pride,<br />I tired of honest things, I lied;<br />And should be cursed forevermore<br />With Love in laces, like a whore,<br />And neighbors cold, and friends unsteady,<br />And Spring on horseback, like a lady!<br /><br />--Edna St Vincent MillayJoyce Ellen Davishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13494251587598676788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14397387.post-13053050888320154422007-01-04T10:34:00.000-05:002007-01-04T10:34:00.000-05:00Jilly, I think we're in the calm before the storm,...Jilly, I think we're in the calm before the storm, so to speak. Hard to believe we've had such warm weather when Denver has been sacked with snow.<br /><br />Thanks for the kind words, everyone.Januaryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13036651950996873368noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14397387.post-5332339623639270512007-01-04T10:14:00.000-05:002007-01-04T10:14:00.000-05:00As usual, great poem, friend! So many great lines...As usual, great poem, friend! So many great lines, great words, great images! I love your long list of stolen words! And even though thisis an old poem, it is kind of ironic and fitting to post a Spring poem here in the northeast during the winter that never was!jillypoethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14951224240914478371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14397387.post-74178420884396903392007-01-04T09:51:00.000-05:002007-01-04T09:51:00.000-05:00It seems we have no spring here in Florida, so rea...It seems we have no spring here in Florida, so reading about it is fun! I loved all the adjectives you used in your first six or so lines...filched is a word I haven't heard in a long time!<br />Thanks!Reginahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14287107184977896696noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14397387.post-50864495615279701272007-01-04T09:17:00.000-05:002007-01-04T09:17:00.000-05:00And just when I thought there was hope for another...And just when I thought there was hope for another spring too....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com