Friday, November 14, 2008

Poetry Friday: When Does Winter End?

My son told me there was nothing good about winter.
Rather than cajole him, I asked: So when does winter end?
"On the water" was his measured reply.
Ah, yes.

I'm at A Cast of One today

Poetry Friday is hosted by Yat-Yee Chong.


  1. How cool that your poetic ideas come from your number one son.

  2. Great question. I can see asking students that as a prompt for a poem. Thanks.

  3. I so love listening to you read. I must say that I agree with your son. I was a port oar in a four man (woman!) all through college. Rowing in the tanks all winter is no fun, and just isn't the same as being on the water.

  4. Wow, what a poem -- the images were crystal clear, and I liked how easy it was to become a part of its energy. The language was highly toned, like the rowers. Bravo!

  5. I love this poem! I lived in New Hampshire for four years about a decade ago, and watched the UNH crew with huge fascination. That's something I still dream of trying someday!

    Thanks, too, for your comments on my blog! So, so, so fun to find out someone is actually reading it! I'm loving this comment month thing.


  6. My God, Sara. That is a force of nature. "String by string by string, / muscles break and weep." So beautiful.

    And definitely meant to be heard.

  7. Thank you for letting me look at the change of season's through a rower's eyes. It's a new view; my world is a little bigger now. (Great to hear you read again, too!!!)

  8. This WOULD be a great prompt! How old is your wise son?

    P.S. Every time I come over here, I LOVE that pic of you laying in all the paper :-)



  9. Great Question, Amazing Answer and Beautiful Photo too. I love your blog!


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