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  • February 15th, 2011 | 3:27 AM
Poetry Push - List Poems 02/15/11



Here's today Poetry Push for List Poems. It's a great way to warm-up your poetic muscles for the day. This is just a warm-up, so don't spend a lot of time on it, five to ten minutes to create a list poem inspired by the Poetry Push card below. If you want to read more about list poems, check out the original post.

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Please leave your list poem in the comments and make sure to leave your name.

Have fun!
There are so many stories only you can tell.Tell them, please.



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(Anonymous)
February 15th, 2011 10:12 am (UTC)
COMFORT
Cool summer Breeze
skimming across the sea
Palm trees swaying in the wind
Long tall glasses filled with wine
Swinging between the trees in a hammock
While looking at the stars in the night sky

Then I had to go and wake up, it was nice to feel Comfort even if it be only in a dream.
Whilst in the real world comfort for me means being able to walk around in a pair of shoes without holes.

Sheer Comfort

- Anne McKenna
susanwrites
February 18th, 2011 06:36 am (UTC)
Re: COMFORT
I love the image of your comfort dream, Anne. You make it feel real. :)
(Anonymous)
February 15th, 2011 06:35 pm (UTC)
Sorry for your loss.
Seemed the picture of health.
How are you holding up?
How are the kids?
Anything we can do?
You’re in our prayers.
You’re in our thoughts.
Our condolences.
Deepest sympathies.
Don’t be a stranger.
Don’t worry about a thing.
You’ll get through it.
You’ll get by.
We’re here for you.

Fumbled phrases
when hearts
go out.

by Martha Calderaro

(Thanks for the lunchtime prompt. It's a curious thing, where prompts take us.)
susanwrites
February 18th, 2011 06:37 am (UTC)
Love this, Martha. It really paints a picture of that tough time when there are really no "right" words to say. Thank you for playing along.
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(Anonymous)
February 16th, 2011 02:34 am (UTC)
Re: Surrounded
Great Minnesota winter poem, Laura! Best, Becky
susanwrites
February 18th, 2011 06:38 am (UTC)
Re: Surrounded
Brrr...I'm freezing here right now (Okay, not YOUR kind of freezing but it's cold) and this sounds just like what I need, a cocoon. I love the image of knees behind knees.
d_michiko_f
February 16th, 2011 12:18 am (UTC)
Wow to the poems! Wow to YOU STB! :)
susanwrites
February 18th, 2011 06:38 am (UTC)
Aren't these writers creative?
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susanwrites
February 18th, 2011 06:39 am (UTC)
Ha! Love the silly TV line which leads to home.

Thanks for playing.
(Anonymous)
February 16th, 2011 02:29 am (UTC)
Beach House
Ocean breeze
floating through porch screens
iced tea on table
time--for rest on familiar chaise longue
pillows just right
books nearby
writing muse calling
settling in
restful hour
transported away
serenaded by gulls
and sea songs.
Summer luxury.
(Anonymous)
February 16th, 2011 02:30 am (UTC)
Re: Beach House
Forgot to sign my name. Sorry! Becky Loescher
susanwrites
February 18th, 2011 06:40 am (UTC)
Re: Beach House
Lovely poem, Becky, especially right now when it is oh so cold everywhere and we have dreams of summer, dancing in our heads. Love the image of porch screens which took me back to my childhood.

Thanks for playing.
maryecronin
February 16th, 2011 01:44 pm (UTC)
COMFORT

We press the cool sponge
to your forehead,
smooth your brow,
clasp your hand.
But the most comfort
we give you
is when we say
soft as a breath
yes
yes
you can go now.
susanwrites
February 18th, 2011 06:40 am (UTC)
Oh Mary, right to my heart. I knew where you were going with this after the first two lines but still, the release of the last line brought tears to my eyes.

Thank you for sharing this.
maryecronin
February 18th, 2011 02:19 pm (UTC)
Thank you, Susan. I got carried away in the moment and strayed from the "list" element. But the "carried away" is what I like. Your prompts are helping me to loosen up my poetry muscles. Thank you!
susanwrites
February 18th, 2011 06:49 pm (UTC)
I'm glad the prompts are helping you to loosen up. That's the whole idea...the prompt just puts a nickel in the machine to wind things up. Then we wait to see what happens.
susanwrites
February 18th, 2011 06:43 am (UTC)




One box of tissues, almost empty.
One wastebasket, almost full of dirty tissues.
Orange juice, Zinc and garlic
Breakfast of cold chasing champions
Fire in the fireplace
pillows on the couch
soft blankets
mind-numbing television
three more sneezes
before I fall asleep
comfort
in my dreams

Edited at 2011-02-18 06:43 am (UTC)
maryecronin
February 18th, 2011 02:18 pm (UTC)
Oh, the misery and the comforts, side by side! I like this one, Susan. Thanks again for hosting us-- it's fun!
(Anonymous)
February 19th, 2011 10:34 pm (UTC)
Comfort Zone
One day I might be able to come out of my comfort zone.

To think enough of myself to believe that I could write something that would make a difference to someone's life.

Even if that be just one person.

My comfort zone is there for a reason.

In my comfort zone I don't have to worry about being hurt or ridiculed.

In my comfort zone I don't have to be perfect and I can make mistakes without feeling bad.

In my comfort zone I can be whoever I want to be without having to be the person I truly believe I am.

Whilst in my comfort zone I will allow myself to grow.

To know that I can find whatever it is that I am looking for.

That one thing or things that will finally make me feel whole and feel worthy enough to be the person I know I can be.

The person that feels lost somewhere in the wilderness right now.

So I will find the right path and follow it to wherever it is that it leads me.

Then and only then can I truly break free from my comfort zone and live the life I know I can.

The life after all these troubled years that I can allow myself to have.

The life I deserve outside my comfort zone.

So I can finally feel free.

- Anne McKenna



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Who am I?I was born on the Cancer/Leo cusp and share a birthday with Ernest Hemingway and Robin Williams. The similarities don't stop there as I can go from depressed to ecstatic without ever passing go. I feel scared most of the time though my friends call me brave and I find it easier to believe in my friends than to believe in my own abilities to make what I want out of my life.

Who am I? A wife, a mother, a daughter, and even, gulp, a grandmother.

Who am I? A writer who never gets tired of playing with words, even when the words are hard to find. A writer of books for children and articles for grown-ups and many things in-between.

Who am I? A motivational speaker, writing instructor, workshop leader and full-time follower of dreams.

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