tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post1552246435334637746..comments2024-03-24T21:33:34.140-04:00Comments on my juicy little universe: metaphor dice ivHeidi Mordhorsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496427007514895950noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-24329321389273670782019-02-03T10:05:33.393-05:002019-02-03T10:05:33.393-05:00Yup. I did miss this MIDWIFE poem back in July. I ...Yup. I did miss this MIDWIFE poem back in July. I haven't played around enough with the dice to get frustrated. My magnetic poetry is seriously underutilized in my room, so maybe I should bring it home. I'm hoarding the metaphor dice and the haikubes, so I might as well. <br /><br />Hmm...I'm hatching an idea for Poetry Month...Mary Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-69661448339395926622018-07-11T01:38:59.983-04:002018-07-11T01:38:59.983-04:00What an enchanting line, "hueboldened
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A...What an enchanting line, "hueboldened<br />heads<br />Also like these lines,<br />"meadow is a rugged midwife:<br />tireless she brings forth leggy<br />flowerchildren of soil and rain." I love those "leggy flowerchildren you placed in your poem. Lots of unique twists and turns too.Michelle Koganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02575814872372518994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-74661493936737338532018-07-08T20:40:07.867-04:002018-07-08T20:40:07.867-04:00I love the tight, circular nature of Merriam's...I love the tight, circular nature of Merriam's poem, but also love your conceit of the meadow as midwife...a brilliant observation.Matt Forrest Esenwinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04230063389130167424noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-28653587282097670672018-07-08T19:54:51.593-04:002018-07-08T19:54:51.593-04:00Oh yes, to everything you have written and to the ...Oh yes, to everything you have written and to the comments above. That meadow as midwife is stunning. For me, too, it is those small poems--packed with just the right image or memory that cracks open meaning. I look forward to hearing more of your thoughts as you experiment with the dice and create your own rules for using them.Kayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08210045352610490115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-55324673604096389902018-07-07T15:27:42.733-04:002018-07-07T15:27:42.733-04:00Perhaps because I was just at Carol's Corner, ...Perhaps because I was just at Carol's Corner, where there was a poem by Naomi about how much we love bad news, Molly's comment makes me think of poetic announcers. I want poetry to be the news, and this post can go first. (If you haven't seen Man Writes Poem: <br />http://rachaelmarierenton.blogspot.com/2008/04/man-writes-poem-jay-leeming.html?m=1)Tabathahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14367572663591077922noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-14074028102969101402018-07-07T10:46:12.651-04:002018-07-07T10:46:12.651-04:00I want to write a comment like Molly’s above and I...I want to write a comment like Molly’s above and I want to write a poem like yours. You are a teacher to me, inspiring and energizing. When my students used magnetic poetry, they abandon the non rules quickly and begin hunting for the word that is in their head. I look forward to my own set of metaphor dice to try with them but like you, will probably abandon the rules. I see, however, how the first rolls you did above may lead to some great memoir poems. <br />The meadow as a midwife is just brilliant!Margaret Simonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04434866104385187658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-14469908302278602372018-07-07T09:03:50.954-04:002018-07-07T09:03:50.954-04:00Oh, this post is like a fireworks display--each mo...Oh, this post is like a fireworks display--each moment lit with beauty and celebration--the fun (albeit limited) of dice and magnetic words, your reflections on writing poetry, Eve Merriam's gorgeous poem (which bulges with its own rich cargo!), and the grand finale--the meadow as rugged midwife. Boom! Crash! Wow!!!Molly Hoganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16975100905434379155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-22908000103465045072018-07-07T08:22:41.354-04:002018-07-07T08:22:41.354-04:00Love your meadow/midwife metaphor. So fresh and be...Love your meadow/midwife metaphor. So fresh and beautiful.Kimberly Hutmacherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17481478199892532599noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-8160191503170711032018-07-06T21:14:38.892-04:002018-07-06T21:14:38.892-04:00If anyone could write a poem about "my birth ...If anyone could write a poem about "my birth bright thunderstorm," it's you, Heidi! In all seriousness, though, I do love your "rugged midwife" of a meadow. A farmer hays the field across the street three or four times each year, and each time, I'm sad for all the creatures who live there. But then, in a week or two, "she brings forth leggy/flowerchildren" and the cycle begins again. Just like Merriam's moon. Thank you for this lovely post.Catherine Flynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00390699128046569127noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-67484759403609571102018-07-06T18:21:17.372-04:002018-07-06T18:21:17.372-04:00Your work and Merriam's is exquisite. The geni...Your work and Merriam's is exquisite. The genius of them makes me feel good. I'm intrigued by these metaphor dice, and in my humble opinion, comparing noun to noun is fair game. Play on! Julieannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08876141420632207823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-30644554406486585692018-07-06T14:29:54.626-04:002018-07-06T14:29:54.626-04:00Part of the park nearby is a small hill, for small...Part of the park nearby is a small hill, for small kid sledding in the winter, and overgrown meadow in spring and summer. BUT, they mow it once or twice. It is a good thing, but I wonder about the small things that have already made their home. I won't walk through my meadow again without thinking of that which a midwife gives late in your poem "to breathe and push again" after "hueboldened/heads are not her own,/they leave home, are mown,/fling their oats, die back". I enjoyed the introduction, from dice to "my own words". Thanks, Heidi. I always enjoy reading your thoughtful posts.Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-26655439210378819012018-07-06T13:01:13.158-04:002018-07-06T13:01:13.158-04:00Wow, this is gorgeous!!! Meadow as Earth's mid...Wow, this is gorgeous!!! Meadow as Earth's midwife is sheer genius.<br />I'm stuck on <i>Memory is a rugged midwife,</i> though, and wondering what she is bringing forth in great pain and toil...tanita✿davishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01671822274852087499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-52969384822374707862018-07-06T11:24:54.162-04:002018-07-06T11:24:54.162-04:00Oh, this is gorgeous! I love the "leggy flowe...Oh, this is gorgeous! I love the "leggy flowerchildren" with their "hueboldened heads." I agree with you about small, precise poems that connect to the universal. Thanks for "The New Moon," too!JoAnn Early Mackenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09823683173219671001noreply@blogger.com