COME ONE, COME ALL/ August 27
by Carolee, Deb & Jill
It’s show time! It’s time to post your original poem, written in response to Monday’s prompt — a “hands-on” activity and whatever it inspired — or any other inspiration from the week. (We love it when you write to our prompt, but we also love it when you write on a whim. We all know how fickle that muse can be.)
What did you write? Please leave a link to your blog post, or leave your poem itself, in the comments!
Let the show begin! This post is “sticky” — it will stay right here in the spotlight for you all weekend.
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You’ve got all week to write your poem, based on this week’s prompt. Come Fridays (today!) you’ll find a “Come One, Come All” post (this one!) where you can 1) leave a link to your poem or 2) leave the poem in its entirety.
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True Work
…a short story of intrigue respectfully submitted for your consideration: The Box
Well, I spent all last weekend nailing shingles onto a shed roof. And that inspired the Nail Song.
Went pretty literal this week, for a change!
What Touches Me
Held Loosely
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2010/08/27/held-loosely/
Elizabeth
Well, I didn’t apply my manual experience to a kiss or a dance. I just played.
Bejeweled as a poem for iPad
Wanted to comment, but short of time. This poem completely wowed me. I loved everything about it, the images, the layout, the WORDS, and the meaning. Hooray for Barbara.
ViV
Nostalgia for the days of a free-flowing pen:
The degradation (and uplift) of advancing technology
Here’s mine: http://vivinfrance.wordpress.com/2010/08/25/so-little-done-so-much-to-do/
fingers crossed that the link works!
The link works perfectly, Viv
Here is my poem:
http://inthecornerofmyeye.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-rain.html
My Poem is
http://troublebeingstrong.blogspot.com/2010/08/hands.html
I truly enjoyed writing this:
http://firmlyrooted.blogspot.com/2010/08/designed-patterns.html
Here t’is
‘The Toreador Song’
http://rallentanda.blogspot.com
And here ’tis from me too – a sacred place: http://patteran.typepad.com
Here is my poem : http://umaathreya.blogsome.com/2010/08/27/soft-like-the-inside-of-my-mouth/
This is mine:
http://melrosemusings.blogspot.com/2010/08/digital-dexterity.html
Here’s my attempt at writing about
hands
Here’s mine: MANUAL TASK
Here is my poem: in the instant of the
SLAM!
This was a fun prompt! Here’s my response:
Hand-me-downs
http://velveteenrabbi.blogs.com/blog/2010/08/another-mother-poem-for-big-tent-poetry-handmedowns.html
Here is mine : Contours
Carolee gave us such an imaginative prompt this week, it actually managed to jar my brain out of it’s well worn track and into something a bit new! Thanks…
you will find my piece here: The Seamstress
Dang it! I can’t get my dealeo to work.. here is the link:
http://cynthiashort.blogspot.com
Here’s mine—
http://word-painting.blogspot.com/2010/08/brass-rubbing.html
Great prompt! Thanks Carolee
http://flaubert-poetrywithme.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-hands-have-become-yours-big-tent.html
I left my link, but it has disappeared and I am not able to leave the link again. Help please…
That link was in the spam filter for some reason. It’s up there (pointing up) according to the time you left it.
I am stepping out this morning to spend the day with Mom, but will get to reading this evening when I return!
Here’s mine:
Guts
Mine can be found here:
http://systematicweasel.blogspot.com/2010/08/hands.html
-Weasel =)
Wow! What a crowd!
Carolee has hurt her back & may not be around for awhile (good drugs to help the pain) … but I’ll be checking spam filter through the day(s).
I didn’t get anything written yet — been a long week at work with too many hours & not enough time for poetry. (Boo.)
Deb, your poem on Right Hand Pointing is terrific – a nice surprise for me when I checked the issue…
Sorry, Carolee. Darn.
Peace to Carolee. Rotten to mess up the back
This prompt was perfect for me because I’ve been volunteering with a group setting up a community garden. The sort of manual labor involved is so different from what I usually do that I’ve naturally had to pay more attention to motion than I do on an ordinary day.
What I’ve discovered is that Having a Hammer Isn’t Enough.
Still on a train kick, but it just so happens to be about hands. Sortof.
Lounge Car: Charlie
Removing Fox tail grass from the garden
It is important to grasp the whole clump at once, make sure all the stems are gathered together. If the ground is dry,,it will pull out easily. Shake the lose balls of dirt from the roots of the clump. Then toss the pulled weeds into the compost basket.
As weeds go, it is rather attractive.
Long stems bear a fuzzy seed-head
that resembles the tail of a fox.
It is a member of the grass family,
corn lawn grass, wheat, most grains that we eat.
It is also a tough family.
It endures extremes of temperature, high and low,
though too much or not enough moisture can gradually kill .
There is more to gardening than just pulling weeds.
Look at the vegetables? Most green and healthy
But some grown limp and yellow. The will die
Before their time. The gardener feels a sense of
Responsibility to his garden. No one wants to see
Their loved ones curled up and dead. Even if they
Are just vegetables.
It is a way of life. So many gardeners would like to
Make this their only way of life, truly support them
Selves and their families by the sweat of their brow.
So they do the next best thing. They garden as though
Their lives depended on it and who can say what the
Future will bring, when the art of cultivating plants
For food is the most important skill of all.
This was well written Marian, and interesting — ironically, my wife plants and grows foxtails in our walking garden, along with many other ornamental grasses, such as Purple Fountain Grass, Golden Sedge Grass, and Elijah Blue Fescue. One person’s poison is another person’s pride…
Still trying to figure out how this version of the poem got posted – it’s not tdhe final version & it isn’t even complete. Also, why did it get posted here instead of my blog?
Maybe I am getting a little too old for the age of computers & just go back to knitting.
(sigh)
mine is “broken” — http://another2doors.wordpress.com/2010/08/25/broken/
Entirely dissatisfied with this one :P
Words per Minute
Here’s mine and thanks!
Breaking Down
Here’s my poem, Hands:
http://ambertemple.blogspot.com/2010/08/weight-and-words.html
here’s mine..
farewell wears a quiet smile
Hi Noiseless. Welcome to the Tent.
Here’s mine: Flip.
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Here is the one I came up with:
Knitting
Looks like I’m gonna get in just under the wire… not an easy prompt, I had to wash dishes – but then, I love washing dishes :)
http://turtlememoir.wordpress.com/2010/08/27/empty-rooms/
http://ibrewhaiku.blogspot.com/2010/08/big-tent-poetry-hands.html
I’m in!
Looks like I’m not the only one to write about hands. http://thelaughinghousewife.wordpress.com/2010/08/28/for-big-tent-august-23rd/
mine is up here
http://www.blogginwithamanda.com/2010/08/28/hands/
Welcome to the Tent, Amanda. (Your first comment is moderated. Hopefully you will now get through the spam filter. :-) But sometimes it gets funny when extra comments are posted.)
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here is mine
http://waynepitchko.blogspot.com/2010/08/speaking-in-tongues.html
I found the completed version of mu “Fox Tail Grass” poem
Fox Tail Grass
Like many weeds, it starts out cute
Tiny green blades spreading on the ground
A touch of green, another sign of spring
We watch the garden come to life again.
In our celebration of the season any green
Thing is welcome – this winter has been hard
Ice and snow that buried the ground for days
We cheered the survivors, joyful at their return.
The warming sun, the gentle rains the small
Bulbs sent their blooming stalks skyward
Buds appeared, flowers opened and all the while
Lurking behind the flowering clumps, it kept its
Profile low.
After the spring flowers have finished their
Display, the bright green clumps look like
They are ready to put out blossoms. If we
Don’t know what they are, we will wait and see.
August and the ground is dry. The clumps have
Flourished and their fuzzy tipped stems now
Add some color to the border. The lack of rain
Doesn’t seem to bother them, they grow taller
And taller and their stems with their fuzzy tails
Taper gracefully over the wilting daisies and
Phlox – which have stopped blooming. Fall
Brings welcome rain and the clumps are revealed.
Fox tail grass, a weed eager to spread wherever
It can gain a root-hold and all those seeds
Falling from those lovely arching stems will be
Sure to send up another crop next year.
And during the winter, the birds will feast
On its seeds.
Today I started to clean my desk, & I found the poem only I had changed the title.
http://poemsotherwise.blogspot.com/2010/08/empty.html
Here is the correct link: #27
http://georginasand.dreamwidth.org/15552.html
A bit late, but oh well.
My collected words are HERE