Comments on: get your poem on #108

By: Cindy

Cindy — Thu, 14 Jan 2010 02:46:05 +0000

Thanks rallentanda!

By: Cindy

Cindy — Thu, 14 Jan 2010 02:45:40 +0000

Derrick, thank you for your comment. Glad you enjoyed the poem. Cindy

By: 44af

44af — Wed, 13 Jan 2010 06:28:34 +0000

Im stuck between two worlds
My husbands and mine
Our love for each other has also left behind.

By: Irene

Irene — Sun, 10 Jan 2010 23:43:55 +0000

hey Lawrence, I’ve sent you a message via RWP..
In case anyone else wonders how to read my post, you could drop me a note via RWP members messaging, or email me at irenetlk AT hotmail DOTCOM to request the password. It’s that simple really.

By: Lawrence Gladeview

Lawrence Gladeview — Sun, 10 Jan 2010 15:59:51 +0000

irene, attempted to read your poem, however it is password protected. any way i can get in on the secret? thanks! -lawrence

By: rallentanda

rallentanda — Sun, 10 Jan 2010 15:36:12 +0000

Some good lines here Cindy.

Tell him no chance of a change of life baby

I also liked ‘let him chafe his organ all the way down.’…Clever and funny

By: derrick

derrick — Sun, 10 Jan 2010 13:40:55 +0000

Hi Cindy,

I think this is great. Lovely use of words, which flow quite naturally. “Let him chafe his organ/all the way down” sounds rather painful though!

By: Wayne Pitchko

Wayne Pitchko — Sat, 09 Jan 2010 21:50:23 +0000

Here is mine NOT using the dicitionary…however words might be found there. SPIRITUAL MYSTERY
http://waynepitchko.blogspot.com

By: Cindy

Cindy — Sat, 09 Jan 2010 15:45:50 +0000

I went to the dictionary starting at “birth” ending at “death” and picked some interesting words along the way. Here’s the poem:

Birth of the Bittern

At birth the bittern doesn’t bleed.
There is no blood to speak of then
or in the after bloom
of the blue baby
tucked into the bramble
bread, her bric-a-brac
cadaver pie. Meanwhile,
the cadence of her call,
bereft of this calamity,
dependable as a calendar,
teases the camera of a man
about to cancel his marriage –
a twenty-five year old unfinished canvas.
It’s a cardinal sin. Skip
the casket he’s going straight
to Hade’s cave as if
he were wearing cement shoes.
Let him chafe his organ
all the way down. Tell him
no chance of a change of life
baby. Covet the bittern. Heck, she knows
it’s a crapshoot – crib death, accident, croup. Even
a daguerreotype disappears in the dark.
Daughter, daughter, she calls, day-to-day
dazzle the dead.

By: Allan Cox

Allan Cox — Sat, 09 Jan 2010 02:03:59 +0000

Deb, I tried to reply to your comment, but couldn’t open it. We adore your impulses!

By: barbara_y

barbara_y — Fri, 08 Jan 2010 18:56:11 +0000

Having some trouble commenting, but I do love the black swirling

By: Therese L. Broderick

Therese L. Broderick — Fri, 08 Jan 2010 15:20:52 +0000

Hi, Donald. I think a series of replying to your own poetry posts would create a fascinating digital work of words. (Most probably, someone else has already thought of and executed this idea — whenever I think I’ve come up with an original idea, it turns out not to be so!)

By: Rhiannon

Rhiannon — Fri, 08 Jan 2010 08:48:19 +0000

I followed the spirit rather than the letter of the prompt, using a text which was not the dictionary to produce my words; still, I’m fairly pleased with the result.

http://rhiannonproblematising.wordpress.com/2010/01/08/poem-a-world-backwards-or-a-non-theist-friend-is-drawn-into-theological-debate/

By: Paul Oakley

Paul Oakley — Fri, 08 Jan 2010 05:22:27 +0000

I’ll be reading y’all’s poems slowly through the week but probably won’t be able to resume participation until February, as I’m in Chicago taking intensive classes all through January, already missing being able to participate…