tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post8933719454372540378..comments2023-06-24T14:21:13.094+02:00Comments on AppleHouse Poetry Workshop: ChangesLynne Reeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11852192697142140025noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-84411396199977925282010-09-27T12:44:40.106+02:002010-09-27T12:44:40.106+02:00Hi Elizabeth - welcome to AppleHouse! Hope to see ...Hi Elizabeth - welcome to AppleHouse! Hope to see you here again. L xLynne Reeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11852192697142140025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-92171364380010071712010-09-27T12:32:40.981+02:002010-09-27T12:32:40.981+02:00I'm new to your site and blog and I'm new ...I'm new to your site and blog and I'm new to blogging. I love your site and your poetry.<br /><br />My website is http://www.authorandspeakerbowles.com and my email is lizzye123@att.net. I live and work in Atlanta, GA. My blogger name is lizwriter.Elizabeth Bowleshttp://www.authorandspeakerbowles.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-80680002645463066572010-09-07T22:53:04.379+02:002010-09-07T22:53:04.379+02:00Loved your comments Sensei,
and the second time th...Loved your comments Sensei,<br />and the second time they<br />were still cool, but less of<br />an event. Don't you love<br />computers?Glenn Buttkushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10680725814199700692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-21254440913399293272010-09-07T18:50:32.993+02:002010-09-07T18:50:32.993+02:00Lovely to read all your poems - thank you for comi...Lovely to read all your poems - thank you for coming back : )<br /><br />@ Glen: 'Hey' - I found this very moving, and some lovely, and appropriate, words placed at the line ends too so the reader can linger on them: soft, murmur, buried, maternal... in fact, and I've just noticed this, if you read down the last words of every line there's a kind of sense that connects to what the poem as a whole is doing: e.g. flat soft morning... and later on 'buried with nothing' and 'maternal too that flesh', and, the one I love 'her dreams still slumbering'. How cool is that? <br /><br />@ Keith - this has a lullaby kind of feel to it, a way to comfort the self during the absence. I like how the poem tightens at the middle too, but is more expansive at the opening and the close. It seems to mirror how the day begins, settles to itself, then opens up again.<br /><br />@ Martin: Lovely poem. A rite of passage nicely illustrated by the childhood toys being shifted to the attic. And the last line sums up how so many parents must feel... not wanting 'childish' things to leave a child's life too soon.<br /><br />@ Erin: I like the directness of this poem. I wonder if it might be more effective all in the present tense? Not absolutely sure though. But I do like the tactile quality you've created with the cold and the hugging and the sun not touching the ground... the latter making the close of the poem even more emotive. <br /><br />@ Martin: haiku - I think this needs to focus on the single moment rather than two separate parts of the day. The strongest haiku tend to do that: illuminate the significance of a single moment.<br /><br />@ Glen: Shangrilala - what joy here! And a joy to read too - I love the aching mandibles! Perhaps the only line that I felt wasn't necessary was 'The timely and joyous arrival of the Me Time Express' as the poem clearly and effectively shows this idea.<br /><br />Another post coming at the weekend. Speak soon.Lynne Reeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11852192697142140025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-4600002207399410472010-09-04T22:26:01.846+02:002010-09-04T22:26:01.846+02:00Shrangrilala
Gone--
the yoke,
the chains,
the ru...Shrangrilala<br /><br />Gone--<br /><br />the yoke,<br />the chains,<br />the rut,<br />the deadlines,<br />the commute,<br />the stress,<br />the forced changes,<br />mandates, and edicts,<br />the ape in the corner office.<br /><br />Arrived--<br /><br />Birdsong for an alarm clock.<br />A cat who has adopted my lap.<br />A lighter step.<br />A key-start walk-behind lawn mower.<br />A 2008 silver Suzuki Grand Vitara.<br />A Sanyo 45” flat screen HD television.<br />An orange Dyson Ball vacuum cleaner.<br />More vases of flowers for my wife.<br />Less bulk and smaller waist levis.<br />A crew that shows up monthly to tailor our yard.<br />Aching mandibles from copious smiling.<br />The constant echo of children’s laughter.<br />The sounds of trains at night make me happy.<br />The timely and joyous arrival of the Me Time Express.<br />A buzzing cortical carnival between my ears<br />that has free admission<br />and never closes.<br /><br />Glenn Buttkus September 2010Glenn Buttkushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10680725814199700692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-38857949129964348202010-09-03T08:35:34.910+02:002010-09-03T08:35:34.910+02:00September morning floods
our neighbours trees in o...September morning floods<br />our neighbours trees in orange -<br />tonight a wall of blackMartin cordreynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-55129966140925639322010-09-02T22:08:39.579+02:002010-09-02T22:08:39.579+02:00I took the dog out this morning,
and the cold went...I took the dog out this morning,<br />and the cold went right through my shirt.<br /><br />Standing in the wet grass,<br />hugging my arms across my chest,<br />I felt like I missed something,<br />like this all came too fast.<br /><br />It’s darker in the morning,<br />and the air smells different.<br />The trees aren’t full of cherries,<br />and the ground’s not hot from the sun.<br /><br />But I guess change is good.<br />Seasons.<br />The circle of life and all that.<br /><br />I still wish for a warm hand to hold.Erin Lee Warehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05980401218792645462noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-9056132534011489072010-09-02T15:34:41.812+02:002010-09-02T15:34:41.812+02:00Eve of 1st day at grammar school
It’s the smell o...Eve of 1st day at grammar school<br /><br />It’s the smell of newly laid beige carpet <br />gloss painted woodwork that heralds <br /><br />the dawn of a new school year; the dust <br />of a decades’ growth dysoned away, <br /><br />the blue rabbits chased into the dark<br />attic with pterosaurs and brachiosaurs. <br /><br />As I hug him, kiss the top of his head <br />goodnight, he is aware of tomorrow, <br /><br />of his life about to alter – being older –<br />I have no heart to mention how much.martin cordreynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-18684830445467378192010-09-02T15:01:19.124+02:002010-09-02T15:01:19.124+02:00There’s a kiss of chill on morning cheeks
when you...There’s a kiss of chill on morning cheeks<br />when you leave for school;<br />the summer of togetherness<br />fonders into daily absence.<br />Time changes:<br />the shortening days<br />grow longer,<br />lengthening nights<br />speed away.<br />There’s a kiss of chill on morning cheeks<br />and the lingering loneliness<br />of the working day.Keith Wallishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04780087068444798682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-30253900508587805652010-09-01T21:20:27.258+02:002010-09-01T21:20:27.258+02:00Hey
The stark simplicity of her flat
headstone gr...Hey<br /><br />The stark simplicity of her flat<br />headstone greeted me in the soft<br />mist of a gray-green morning<br />not long ago, and a soft murmur<br />on the warm breeze chided me<br />for the years that have slipped by,<br />just a pinwheel’s whirl<br />of the cogs since my last visit.<br /><br />“Hello, Mother,” I muttered,<br />knowing that the Stygian slab <br />at my wet feet was naught <br />but symbol, that the buried<br />red ceramic urn laden with<br />her carbonic ash held nothing<br />of She who had been maternal<br />essence to me for those too<br />brief thirty-nine years that<br />she strode erect in flesh.<br /><br />I have never said farewell to her<br />because she barely left my dreams,<br />and her spiritual embraces still<br />leave dampness on my slumbering<br />cheeks, as she kisses her boy<br />good night.<br /><br />Glenn Buttkus September 2010Glenn Buttkushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10680725814199700692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-14301192083479855752010-09-01T19:47:02.957+02:002010-09-01T19:47:02.957+02:00Thank you, Glen! It's good to see you again. :...Thank you, Glen! It's good to see you again. : )Lynne Reeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11852192697142140025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-52801879454304969322010-09-01T19:17:19.704+02:002010-09-01T19:17:19.704+02:00Before I write something in
response to this chall...Before I write something in<br />response to this challenge,<br />let me say that it is a joy<br />to hail the return of the<br />magus, our personal<br />sorceress of poetics.<br />Your new profile pic is<br />cherry and still shines<br />and drips with the summer<br />departing. The new look<br />of the site is great,<br />kind of bookish, yet bright<br />like an orchard of literary<br />and poetic delights.Glenn Buttkushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10680725814199700692noreply@blogger.com