Comments on: napowrimo #30: leave a line, take a line http://readwritepoem.org/blog/2009/04/30/napowrimo-30-leave-a-line-take-a-line/ Mon, 03 May 2010 01:01:02 -0500 http://wordpress.org/?v=abc hourly 1 By: road trip continues « roots to roots http://readwritepoem.org/blog/2009/04/30/napowrimo-30-leave-a-line-take-a-line/comment-page-1/#comment-5999 road trip continues « roots to roots Sun, 03 May 2009 13:20:25 +0000 http://readwritepoem.org/?p=2623#comment-5999 [...] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ carries leftover conversations was donated by Deb of stonemoss.org. Do check out Read Write Poem. [...] [...] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ carries leftover conversations was donated by Deb of stonemoss.org. Do check out Read Write Poem. [...]

]]> By: Chris Jarmick http://readwritepoem.org/blog/2009/04/30/napowrimo-30-leave-a-line-take-a-line/comment-page-1/#comment-5992 Chris Jarmick Sat, 02 May 2009 19:23:51 +0000 http://readwritepoem.org/?p=2623#comment-5992 A handful of feathers carries leftover conversations between the birds and the trees Nestling secrets is a community of nocturnal riot laid bare in trembling anticipation I clutched at my vacuumed belly the bird on the lampshade turns away from me the path of the rainbow bleeds out under my feet soft like tiny feet the raindrops rustle the leaves soaking the spring-wakening fertile earth painting a colorful picture with words as black as a bird flying out the window its wings flapping toward freedom blue skies more than a memory in the branches of a blighted elm tree clouds dare not approach Calypso coral sky, unexpected arrangement of blank slate and overworked canvas I take a deep breath and blow the feathers ruffling overused terms of endearment, loving inhibitions caress the clouds blowing out a lifetime of broken dreams and forgotten promises. Slow rhythm pounding in my ears, tears dotting my lashes and trembling in anticipation for the grand finale. sounding like dylan singing in some distant gravel pit still lingering, echoing stones roll, times change A handful of feathers
carries leftover conversations
between the birds and the trees
Nestling secrets is a community of nocturnal riot
laid bare in trembling anticipation
I clutched at my vacuumed belly
the bird on the lampshade turns away from me
the path of the rainbow
bleeds out under my feet
soft like tiny feet
the raindrops rustle the leaves
soaking the spring-wakening fertile earth
painting a colorful picture with words
as black as a bird flying out the window
its wings flapping toward freedom
blue skies more than a memory
in the branches of a blighted elm tree
clouds dare not approach
Calypso coral sky, unexpected arrangement
of blank slate and overworked canvas
I take a deep breath and blow the feathers
ruffling overused terms of endearment,
loving inhibitions caress the clouds
blowing out a lifetime of broken dreams and forgotten promises.
Slow rhythm pounding in my ears,
tears dotting my lashes and trembling in anticipation for the grand finale.
sounding like dylan singing in some distant gravel pit
still lingering, echoing
stones roll, times change

]]> By: Shaman « Of Stars and Muses http://readwritepoem.org/blog/2009/04/30/napowrimo-30-leave-a-line-take-a-line/comment-page-1/#comment-6001 Shaman « Of Stars and Muses Fri, 01 May 2009 04:09:56 +0000 http://readwritepoem.org/?p=2623#comment-6001 [...] NaPoWriMo Read Write Poem Prompt #30 [...] [...] NaPoWriMo Read Write Poem Prompt #30 [...]

]]> By: Davey http://readwritepoem.org/blog/2009/04/30/napowrimo-30-leave-a-line-take-a-line/comment-page-1/#comment-6000 Davey Fri, 01 May 2009 04:02:49 +0000 http://readwritepoem.org/?p=2623#comment-6000 A handful of feathers carries leftover conversations between the birds and the trees Nestling secrets is a community of nocturnal riot laid bare in trembling anticipation I clutched at my vacuumed belly the bird on the lampshade turns away from me the path of the rainbow bleeds out under my feet soft like tiny feet the raindrops rustle the leaves soaking the spring-wakening fertile earth painting a colorful picture with words as black as a bird flying out the window its wings flapping toward freedom blue skies more than a memory in the branches of a blighted elm tree clouds dare not approach Calypso coral sky, unexpected arrangement of blank slate and overworked canvas I take a deep breath and blow the feathers ruffling overused terms of endearment, loving inhibitions caress the clouds blowing out a lifetime of broken dreams and forgotten promises. Slow rhythm pounding in my ears, tears dotting my lashes and trembling in anticipation for the grand finale. sounding like dylan singing in some distant gravel pit still lingering, echoing A handful of feathers
carries leftover conversations
between the birds and the trees
Nestling secrets is a community of nocturnal riot
laid bare in trembling anticipation
I clutched at my vacuumed belly
the bird on the lampshade turns away from me
the path of the rainbow
bleeds out under my feet
soft like tiny feet
the raindrops rustle the leaves
soaking the spring-wakening fertile earth
painting a colorful picture with words
as black as a bird flying out the window
its wings flapping toward freedom
blue skies more than a memory
in the branches of a blighted elm tree
clouds dare not approach
Calypso coral sky, unexpected arrangement
of blank slate and overworked canvas
I take a deep breath and blow the feathers
ruffling overused terms of endearment,
loving inhibitions caress the clouds
blowing out a lifetime of broken dreams and forgotten promises.
Slow rhythm pounding in my ears,
tears dotting my lashes and trembling in anticipation for the grand finale.
sounding like dylan singing in some distant gravel pit
still lingering, echoing

]]> By: Read Write Poem http://readwritepoem.org/blog/2009/04/30/napowrimo-30-leave-a-line-take-a-line/comment-page-1/#comment-5998 Read Write Poem Fri, 01 May 2009 01:14:49 +0000 http://readwritepoem.org/?p=2623#comment-5998 (Thanks, cookie-chan, for grabbing Cassie's line and inserting it! Good job!) * * * A handful of feathers carries leftover conversations between the birds and the trees Nestling secrets is a community of nocturnal riot laid bare in trembling anticipation I clutched at my vacuumed belly the bird on the lampshade turns away from me the path of the rainbow bleeds out under my feet soft like tiny feet the raindrops rustle the leaves soaking the spring-wakening fertile earth painting a colorful picture with words as black as a bird flying out the window its wings flapping toward freedom blue skies more than a memory in the branches of a blighted elm tree clouds dare not approach Calypso coral sky, unexpected arrangement of blank slate and overworked canvas I take a deep breath and blow the feathers ruffling overused terms of endearment, loving inhibitions caress the clouds blowing out a lifetime of broken dreams and forgotten promises. Slow rhythm pounding in my ears, tears dotting my lashes and trembling in anticipation for the grand finale. sounding like dylan singing in some distant gravel pit (Thanks, cookie-chan, for grabbing Cassie’s line and inserting it! Good job!)

* * *

A handful of feathers
carries leftover conversations
between the birds and the trees
Nestling secrets is a community of nocturnal riot
laid bare in trembling anticipation
I clutched at my vacuumed belly
the bird on the lampshade turns away from me
the path of the rainbow
bleeds out under my feet
soft like tiny feet
the raindrops rustle the leaves
soaking the spring-wakening fertile earth
painting a colorful picture with words
as black as a bird flying out the window
its wings flapping toward freedom
blue skies more than a memory
in the branches of a blighted elm tree
clouds dare not approach
Calypso coral sky, unexpected arrangement
of blank slate and overworked canvas
I take a deep breath and blow the feathers
ruffling overused terms of endearment,
loving inhibitions caress the clouds
blowing out a lifetime of broken dreams and forgotten promises.
Slow rhythm pounding in my ears,
tears dotting my lashes and trembling in anticipation for the grand finale.
sounding like dylan singing in some distant gravel pit

]]> By: wayne http://readwritepoem.org/blog/2009/04/30/napowrimo-30-leave-a-line-take-a-line/comment-page-1/#comment-5997 wayne Thu, 30 Apr 2009 23:57:33 +0000 http://readwritepoem.org/?p=2623#comment-5997 sounding like dylan singing in some distant gravel pit sounding like dylan singing in some distant gravel pit

]]> By: cookie-chan http://readwritepoem.org/blog/2009/04/30/napowrimo-30-leave-a-line-take-a-line/comment-page-1/#comment-5996 cookie-chan Thu, 30 Apr 2009 23:57:11 +0000 http://readwritepoem.org/?p=2623#comment-5996 oops.... i meant *grand finale oops…. i meant *grand finale

]]> By: cookie-chan http://readwritepoem.org/blog/2009/04/30/napowrimo-30-leave-a-line-take-a-line/comment-page-1/#comment-5995 cookie-chan Thu, 30 Apr 2009 23:56:40 +0000 http://readwritepoem.org/?p=2623#comment-5995 A handful of feathers carries leftover conversations between the birds and the trees Nestling secrets is a community of nocturnal riot laid bare in trembling anticipation I clutched at my vacuumed belly the bird on the lampshade turns away from me the path of the rainbow bleeds out under my feet soft like tiny feet the raindrops rustle the leaves soaking the spring-wakening fertile earth painting a colorful picture with words as black as a bird flying out the window its wings flapping toward freedom blue skies more than a memory in the branches of a blighted elm tree clouds dare not approach Calypso coral sky, unexpected arrangement of blank slate and overworked canvas I take a deep breath and blow the feathers ruffling overused terms of endearment, loving inhibitions caress the clouds blowing out a lifetime of broken dreams and forgotten promises. Slow rhythm pounding in my ears, tears dotting my lashes and trembling in anticipation for the grand finale. A handful of feathers
carries leftover conversations
between the birds and the trees
Nestling secrets is a community of nocturnal riot
laid bare in trembling anticipation
I clutched at my vacuumed belly
the bird on the lampshade turns away from me
the path of the rainbow
bleeds out under my feet
soft like tiny feet
the raindrops rustle the leaves
soaking the spring-wakening fertile earth
painting a colorful picture with words
as black as a bird flying out the window
its wings flapping toward freedom
blue skies more than a memory
in the branches of a blighted elm tree
clouds dare not approach
Calypso coral sky, unexpected arrangement
of blank slate and overworked canvas
I take a deep breath and blow the feathers
ruffling overused terms of endearment,
loving inhibitions caress the clouds
blowing out a lifetime of broken dreams and forgotten promises.
Slow rhythm pounding in my ears,
tears dotting my lashes and trembling in anticipation for the grand finale.

]]> By: Maya Ganesan http://readwritepoem.org/blog/2009/04/30/napowrimo-30-leave-a-line-take-a-line/comment-page-1/#comment-5994 Maya Ganesan Thu, 30 Apr 2009 23:34:34 +0000 http://readwritepoem.org/?p=2623#comment-5994 Oops, I forgot to post the whole poem. :) Here 'tis: A handful of feathers carries leftover conversations between the birds and the trees Nestling secrets is a community of nocturnal riot laid bare in trembling anticipation I clutched at my vacuumed belly the bird on the lampshade turns away from me the path of the rainbow bleeds out under my feet soft like tiny feet the raindrops rustle the leaves soaking the spring-wakening fertile earth painting a colorful picture with words as black as a bird flying out the window its wings flapping toward freedom blue skies more than a memory in the branches of a blighted elm tree clouds dare not approach Calypso coral sky, unexpected arrangement of blank slate and overworked canvas I take a deep breath and blow the feathers ruffling overused terms of endearment, blowing out a lifetime of broken dreams and forgotten promises. Slow rhythm pounding in my ears, Oops, I forgot to post the whole poem. :) Here ’tis:

A handful of feathers
carries leftover conversations
between the birds and the trees
Nestling secrets is a community of nocturnal riot
laid bare in trembling anticipation
I clutched at my vacuumed belly
the bird on the lampshade turns away from me
the path of the rainbow
bleeds out under my feet
soft like tiny feet
the raindrops rustle the leaves
soaking the spring-wakening fertile earth
painting a colorful picture with words
as black as a bird flying out the window
its wings flapping toward freedom
blue skies more than a memory
in the branches of a blighted elm tree
clouds dare not approach
Calypso coral sky, unexpected arrangement
of blank slate and overworked canvas
I take a deep breath and blow the feathers
ruffling overused terms of endearment,
blowing out a lifetime of broken dreams and forgotten promises.
Slow rhythm pounding in my ears,

]]> By: Maya Ganesan http://readwritepoem.org/blog/2009/04/30/napowrimo-30-leave-a-line-take-a-line/comment-page-1/#comment-5993 Maya Ganesan Thu, 30 Apr 2009 23:33:44 +0000 http://readwritepoem.org/?p=2623#comment-5993 slow rhythm pounding in my ears slow rhythm pounding in my ears

]]> By: jimmmaaa http://readwritepoem.org/blog/2009/04/30/napowrimo-30-leave-a-line-take-a-line/comment-page-1/#comment-5991 jimmmaaa Thu, 30 Apr 2009 22:49:40 +0000 http://readwritepoem.org/?p=2623#comment-5991 A handful of feathers carries leftover conversations between the birds and the trees Nestling secrets is a community of nocturnal riot laid bare in trembling anticipation I clutched at my vacuumed belly the bird on the lampshade turns away from me the path of the rainbow bleeds out under my feet soft like tiny feet the raindrops rustle the leaves soaking the spring-wakening fertile earth painting a colorful picture with words as black as a bird flying out the window its wings flapping toward freedom blue skies more than a memory in the branches of a blighted elm tree clouds dare not approach Calypso coral sky, unexpected arrangement of blank slate and overworked canvas I take a deep breath and blow the feathers ruffling overused terms of endearment, blowing out a lifetime of broken dreams and forgotten promises. A handful of feathers
carries leftover conversations
between the birds and the trees
Nestling secrets is a community of nocturnal riot
laid bare in trembling anticipation
I clutched at my vacuumed belly
the bird on the lampshade turns away from me
the path of the rainbow
bleeds out under my feet
soft like tiny feet
the raindrops rustle the leaves
soaking the spring-wakening fertile earth
painting a colorful picture with words
as black as a bird flying out the window
its wings flapping toward freedom
blue skies more than a memory
in the branches of a blighted elm tree
clouds dare not approach
Calypso coral sky, unexpected arrangement
of blank slate and overworked canvas
I take a deep breath and blow the feathers
ruffling overused terms of endearment,

blowing out a lifetime of broken dreams and forgotten promises.

]]> By: Cassie http://readwritepoem.org/blog/2009/04/30/napowrimo-30-leave-a-line-take-a-line/comment-page-1/#comment-5988 Cassie Thu, 30 Apr 2009 22:05:50 +0000 http://readwritepoem.org/?p=2623#comment-5988 loving inhibitions caress the clouds (and here's yesterday's, I had a huge essay to write and had no time for NaPoWriMo: http://cassandralee.tumblr.com/post/102007844) loving inhibitions caress the clouds

(and here’s yesterday’s, I had a huge essay to write and had no time for NaPoWriMo: http://cassandralee.tumblr.com/post/102007844)

]]> By: Penumbra http://readwritepoem.org/blog/2009/04/30/napowrimo-30-leave-a-line-take-a-line/comment-page-1/#comment-5990 Penumbra Thu, 30 Apr 2009 21:16:26 +0000 http://readwritepoem.org/?p=2623#comment-5990 A handful of feathers carries leftover conversations between the birds and the trees Nestling secrets is a community of nocturnal riot laid bare in trembling anticipation I clutched at my vacuumed belly the bird on the lampshade turns away from me the path of the rainbow bleeds out under my feet soft like tiny feet the raindrops rustle the leaves soaking the spring-wakening fertile earth painting a colorful picture with words as black as a bird flying out the window its wings flapping toward freedom blue skies more than a memory in the branches of a blighted elm tree clouds dare not approach Calypso coral sky, unexpected arrangement of blank slate and overworked canvas I take a deep breath and blow the feathers ruffling overused terms of endearment A handful of feathers
carries leftover conversations
between the birds and the trees
Nestling secrets is a community of nocturnal riot
laid bare in trembling anticipation
I clutched at my vacuumed belly
the bird on the lampshade turns away from me
the path of the rainbow
bleeds out under my feet
soft like tiny feet
the raindrops rustle the leaves
soaking the spring-wakening fertile earth
painting a colorful picture with words
as black as a bird flying out the window
its wings flapping toward freedom
blue skies more than a memory
in the branches of a blighted elm tree
clouds dare not approach
Calypso coral sky, unexpected arrangement
of blank slate and overworked canvas
I take a deep breath and blow the feathers

ruffling overused terms of endearment

]]> By: Linda Jacobs http://readwritepoem.org/blog/2009/04/30/napowrimo-30-leave-a-line-take-a-line/comment-page-1/#comment-5989 Linda Jacobs Thu, 30 Apr 2009 20:24:47 +0000 http://readwritepoem.org/?p=2623#comment-5989 I take a deep breath and blow the feathers I take a deep breath and blow the feathers

]]> By: jillypoet http://readwritepoem.org/blog/2009/04/30/napowrimo-30-leave-a-line-take-a-line/comment-page-1/#comment-5987 jillypoet Thu, 30 Apr 2009 17:34:27 +0000 http://readwritepoem.org/?p=2623#comment-5987 A handful of feathers carries leftover conversations between the birds and the trees Nestling secrets is a community of nocturnal riot laid bare in trembling anticipation I clutched at my vacuumed belly the bird on the lampshade turns away from me the path of the rainbow bleeds out under my feet soft like tiny feet the raindrops rustle the leaves soaking the spring-wakening fertile earth painting a colorful picture with words as black as a bird flying out the window its wings flapping toward freedom blue skies more than a memory in the branches of a blighted elm tree clouds dare not approach Calypso coral sky, unexpected arrangement of blank slate and overworked canvas A handful of feathers
carries leftover conversations
between the birds and the trees
Nestling secrets is a community of nocturnal riot
laid bare in trembling anticipation
I clutched at my vacuumed belly
the bird on the lampshade turns away from me
the path of the rainbow
bleeds out under my feet
soft like tiny feet
the raindrops rustle the leaves
soaking the spring-wakening fertile earth
painting a colorful picture with words
as black as a bird flying out the window
its wings flapping toward freedom
blue skies more than a memory
in the branches of a blighted elm tree
clouds dare not approach
Calypso coral sky, unexpected arrangement
of blank slate and overworked canvas

]]> By: jone http://readwritepoem.org/blog/2009/04/30/napowrimo-30-leave-a-line-take-a-line/comment-page-1/#comment-5986 jone Thu, 30 Apr 2009 17:10:33 +0000 http://readwritepoem.org/?p=2623#comment-5986 A handful of feathers carries leftover conversations between the birds and the trees Nestling secrets is a community of nocturnal riot laid bare in trembling anticipation I clutched at my vacuumed belly the bird on the lampshade turns away from me the path of the rainbow bleeds out under my feet soft like tiny feet the raindrops rustle the leaves soaking the spring-wakening fertile earth painting a colorful picture with words as black as a bird flying out the window its wings flapping toward freedom blue skies more than a memory in the branches of a blighted elm tree clouds dare not approach Calypso coral sky, unexpected arrangement A handful of feathers
carries leftover conversations
between the birds and the trees
Nestling secrets is a community of nocturnal riot
laid bare in trembling anticipation
I clutched at my vacuumed belly
the bird on the lampshade turns away from me
the path of the rainbow
bleeds out under my feet
soft like tiny feet
the raindrops rustle the leaves
soaking the spring-wakening fertile earth
painting a colorful picture with words
as black as a bird flying out the window
its wings flapping toward freedom
blue skies more than a memory
in the branches of a blighted elm tree
clouds dare not approach
Calypso coral sky, unexpected arrangement

]]> By: Erin Davis http://readwritepoem.org/blog/2009/04/30/napowrimo-30-leave-a-line-take-a-line/comment-page-1/#comment-5985 Erin Davis Thu, 30 Apr 2009 15:27:58 +0000 http://readwritepoem.org/?p=2623#comment-5985 A handful of feathers carries leftover conversations between the birds and the trees Nestling secrets is a community of nocturnal riot laid bare in trembling anticipation I clutched at my vacuumed belly the bird on the lampshade turns away from me the path of the rainbow bleeds out under my feet soft like tiny feet the raindrops rustle the leaves soaking the spring-wakening fertile earth painting a colorful picture with words as black as a bird flying out the window its wings flapping toward freedom blue skies more than a memory in the branches of a blighted elm tree clouds dare not approach A handful of feathers
carries leftover conversations
between the birds and the trees
Nestling secrets is a community of nocturnal riot
laid bare in trembling anticipation
I clutched at my vacuumed belly
the bird on the lampshade turns away from me
the path of the rainbow
bleeds out under my feet
soft like tiny feet
the raindrops rustle the leaves
soaking the spring-wakening fertile earth
painting a colorful picture with words
as black as a bird flying out the window
its wings flapping toward freedom
blue skies more than a memory
in the branches of a blighted elm tree
clouds dare not approach

]]> By: Liz http://readwritepoem.org/blog/2009/04/30/napowrimo-30-leave-a-line-take-a-line/comment-page-1/#comment-5984 Liz Thu, 30 Apr 2009 15:07:38 +0000 http://readwritepoem.org/?p=2623#comment-5984 in the branches of a blighted elm tree in the branches of a blighted elm tree

]]> By: Kimberly http://readwritepoem.org/blog/2009/04/30/napowrimo-30-leave-a-line-take-a-line/comment-page-1/#comment-5983 Kimberly Thu, 30 Apr 2009 15:02:42 +0000 http://readwritepoem.org/?p=2623#comment-5983 A handful of feathers carries leftover conversations between the birds and the trees Nestling secrets is a community of nocturnal riot laid bare in trembling anticipation I clutched at my vacuumed belly the bird on the lampshade turns away from me the path of the rainbow bleeds out under my feet soft like tiny feet the raindrops rustle the leaves soaking the spring-wakening fertile earth painting a colorful picture with words as black as a bird flying out the window its wings flapping toward freedom blue skies more than a memory A handful of feathers
carries leftover conversations
between the birds and the trees
Nestling secrets is a community of nocturnal riot
laid bare in trembling anticipation
I clutched at my vacuumed belly
the bird on the lampshade turns away from me
the path of the rainbow
bleeds out under my feet
soft like tiny feet
the raindrops rustle the leaves
soaking the spring-wakening fertile earth
painting a colorful picture with words
as black as a bird flying out the window
its wings flapping toward freedom
blue skies more than a memory

]]> By: Jessica GC http://readwritepoem.org/blog/2009/04/30/napowrimo-30-leave-a-line-take-a-line/comment-page-1/#comment-5982 Jessica GC Thu, 30 Apr 2009 14:11:38 +0000 http://readwritepoem.org/?p=2623#comment-5982 A handful of feathers carries leftover conversations between the birds and the trees Nestling secrets is a community of nocturnal riot laid bare in trembling anticipation I clutched at my vacuumed belly the bird on the lampshade turns away from me the path of the rainbow bleeds out under my feet soft like tiny feet the raindrops rustle the leaves soaking the spring-wakening fertile earth painting a colorful picture with words as black as a bird flying out the window its wings flapping toward freedom A handful of feathers
carries leftover conversations
between the birds and the trees
Nestling secrets is a community of nocturnal riot
laid bare in trembling anticipation
I clutched at my vacuumed belly
the bird on the lampshade turns away from me
the path of the rainbow
bleeds out under my feet
soft like tiny feet
the raindrops rustle the leaves
soaking the spring-wakening fertile earth
painting a colorful picture with words
as black as a bird flying out the window
its wings flapping toward freedom

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