tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357199451052416763.post2724053685152079602..comments2023-10-24T06:55:48.859-07:00Comments on HERE, WHERE I AM: The SOUND OF GREENKathryn Stripling Byerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17867152753841610044noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357199451052416763.post-5038488041812101842009-03-21T09:21:00.000-07:002009-03-21T09:21:00.000-07:00diosa, cabbage sistah, always fab to see you here,...diosa, cabbage sistah, always fab to see you here, but even better in person! Do send the dogwood rant. Green mother of pearl? Surely there's a poem in that? Jade, I love that word. Just love green/verde generally.<BR/> Why not make up a name for that soft green stone?<BR/>Something fitting, something only you pull out of your green imagination!Kathryn Stripling Byerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17867152753841610044noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357199451052416763.post-35170677351308137582009-03-21T09:16:00.000-07:002009-03-21T09:16:00.000-07:00Happy Spring Equinox, Mindy & Kay & All (o...Happy Spring Equinox, Mindy & Kay & All (one day late but still) -<BR/><BR/>i also missed the call for green poems but i have a dogwood rant-poem in progress that you can have for cheap (yukyuk). Meanwhile, i am obsessed with green *jewelry* - jade rings in simple silver settings, and varieted green mother of pearl necklaces and another soft green stone whose name i don't know . . . <BR/>Hugs.doris diosahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12648166059639338342noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357199451052416763.post-16989169569193803902009-03-21T06:24:00.000-07:002009-03-21T06:24:00.000-07:00Mindy, I have never, ever read a spring poem that ...Mindy, I have never, ever read a spring poem that begins --or ends--like this one. And I love "push out the green of blubs, the buds, the birds." What an image of birthing! Thank you.Kathryn Stripling Byerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17867152753841610044noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357199451052416763.post-65630884009884666162009-03-21T05:36:00.000-07:002009-03-21T05:36:00.000-07:00If I would have seen your call for poems I would h...If I would have seen your call for poems I would have surely sent in my ode to green. Going through my work I found a poem I wrote last year on the first day of spring. <BR/><BR/>Ode to March<BR/><BR/>Oh you great, wet thing!<BR/>Vast as a mountain<BR/>Lithe and lean, carried by the wind.<BR/>How will you, with all your promises<BR/>Fulfill them?<BR/><BR/>Push out the green of bulbs, the buds, the birds!<BR/><BR/>For today, the very first<BR/>You’ve covered me in fog.<BR/>Made me a soggy thing of little worth<BR/><BR/>Mindy EvansEvening Light Writerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13704137042390161733noreply@blogger.com