tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272430209314356497.post8950867127764510146..comments2024-01-18T05:29:43.265-05:00Comments on The Music In It: Adele Kenny's Poetry Blog: Prompt #98 - Looking Out, Looking InADELE KENNYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556261298519747516noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272430209314356497.post-26940920081122516272012-05-02T12:14:24.113-04:002012-05-02T12:14:24.113-04:00Risa,
I had a plumber here this morning and his ...Risa, <br /><br />I had a plumber here this morning and his jeans were, well, shall I say "slipping!"<br /><br />I thought of your poem with a smile.<br /><br />JamieAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272430209314356497.post-45057720386542703242012-05-02T12:12:49.913-04:002012-05-02T12:12:49.913-04:00Great quote. Thanks for posting it, Bob!
Somethin...Great quote. Thanks for posting it, Bob!<br /><br />Something Mary Oliver would subscribe to, I think.<br /><br />JamieAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272430209314356497.post-8494760702715318812012-05-01T16:50:18.688-04:002012-05-01T16:50:18.688-04:00Great "window" quote -- thanks, Bob, for...Great "window" quote -- thanks, Bob, for posting it!ADELE KENNYhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09556261298519747516noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272430209314356497.post-70563329382604022852012-05-01T14:13:48.562-04:002012-05-01T14:13:48.562-04:00This week's prompt made me think of the follow...This week's prompt made me think of the following quote by a famous haiku poet:"Throw open your window and let the scenery of clouds and sky enter your room!" (Yosa Buson)Bob's Mustangshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08029970139144589691noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272430209314356497.post-85374357785301587772012-05-01T08:52:52.765-04:002012-05-01T08:52:52.765-04:00This is a wonderful poem that brings back memories...This is a wonderful poem that brings back memories of car trips with my mom and dad. Poems like thins remind me of childhood and how much I miss the way things were back then. Thank you, Bloom306!<br /><br />JamieAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272430209314356497.post-5676139165968515832012-04-30T17:49:31.674-04:002012-04-30T17:49:31.674-04:00Me too!Me too!Risahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06554583053304327137noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272430209314356497.post-43338288298166598412012-04-29T15:35:24.948-04:002012-04-29T15:35:24.948-04:00Risa -- something awful indeed! Thanks so much for...Risa -- something awful indeed! Thanks so much for sharing your poem! You've written the scene so visually, and what contrast between the fleshy, half-dressed man and the way he delicately holds his cell phone (made me wonder who he's talking to).ADELE KENNYhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09556261298519747516noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272430209314356497.post-20049427873573379622012-04-29T15:32:47.489-04:002012-04-29T15:32:47.489-04:00Another wonderful family poem! Thanks so much for ...Another wonderful family poem! Thanks so much for sharing it! I think a lot of us can identify with that window in your family car. I'm so glad the prompt took that memory into words!ADELE KENNYhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09556261298519747516noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272430209314356497.post-9391553647393514322012-04-29T12:56:41.874-04:002012-04-29T12:56:41.874-04:00Something's awful outside my window
A big fles...Something's awful outside my window<br />A big fleshy man<br />half dressed<br />with his ass crack <br />showing<br />delicately holding a cell phone<br />to his ear<br />pacing back and forth <br />outside<br />I turn my eyes eastward <br />to the rising sun<br />to burn out the imageRisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06554583053304327137noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272430209314356497.post-58809733822177422382012-04-29T01:16:39.553-04:002012-04-29T01:16:39.553-04:00I tried to get into the prompt by using a particul...I tried to get into the prompt by using a particular kind of window, the back window of my parents' car<br /><br />BACK WINDOW<br /><br />My favorite window <br />was the oval one <br />at the back of the family Buick<br />through which I'd see<br />street lights on wooden poles<br />fade into the distance<br />on the Belt Parkway,<br />the ride back from just about<br />everywhere; how I'd fall asleep,<br />then awaken when my parents<br />would place me onto my bed<br />in the living room of our <br />three room apartment,<br />their friendly faces,<br />like brother and sister moons,<br />affording protection.bloom306https://www.blogger.com/profile/15400529408692709560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272430209314356497.post-10653169823468011142012-04-28T10:05:32.169-04:002012-04-28T10:05:32.169-04:00Thanks, Jamie! I have to admit that while I enjoye...Thanks, Jamie! I have to admit that while I enjoyed doing the whole month as one "prompt," I really missed posting every week.ADELE KENNYhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09556261298519747516noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272430209314356497.post-20750846493496620672012-04-28T08:03:17.543-04:002012-04-28T08:03:17.543-04:00I've enjoyed the National Poetry Month post im...I've enjoyed the National Poetry Month post immensely and will continue to do so until the very end of April! But - it's really great to see the weekly prompts back! Thank you so much, Adele!<br /><br />JamieAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com