tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post3054340636484531552..comments2024-03-01T00:32:17.498-05:00Comments on Read Write Believe: Poetry Friday: A Susurrus of Heated TalkSarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12225998457253574928noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-83318034940217296992020-06-26T18:28:35.553-04:002020-06-26T18:28:35.553-04:00Geez, Sara, this is fabulous. I love the way you&#...Geez, Sara, this is fabulous. I love the way you've connected your words so the whole thing feels like a whispered, murmured, anticipatory conversation. And so many great words--even the ones NOT stitched together! "we barter/ blackohmyberries" = my favorite bit!laurasalashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13807781795919555208noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-65664250607983503642020-06-26T16:39:10.468-04:002020-06-26T16:39:10.468-04:00"a promise
to be together into the long days&..."a promise<br />to be together into the long days"<br /><br />A garden is a promise, isn't it? Our school community garden finally has community this year, in large part, I think, because COVID erased all our summer plans. I spent a good long time last night talking raised beds and perennials, rain barrels and compost with our garden's neighbors in the condo across the fence. Good gardens make good neighbors. (Especially if they share the tomatoes!!) Mary Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-6256032027064328052020-06-26T15:10:36.910-04:002020-06-26T15:10:36.910-04:00Mmmm.... my tomatoes are only green marbles and fl...Mmmm.... my tomatoes are only green marbles and flowers so far, but I Have Hopes. The peaches are ...green golf balls. All these murmured promises of plenty are <i>delightful</i>, aren't they? Lovely.tanita✿davishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01671822274852087499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-19461969537160284572020-06-26T12:09:45.255-04:002020-06-26T12:09:45.255-04:00First, the picture of those tomatoes made my mouth...First, the picture of those tomatoes made my mouth water. It's one of my favorite things in the world. And I love the words you put together to tell of the bounty of summer. "a susurrus of morethanehough" Wonderful. Janice Scullyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13913934779785635150noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-81475225979884822332020-06-26T10:48:22.342-04:002020-06-26T10:48:22.342-04:00Yes, I echo Liz & Tricia, loving this susurrat...Yes, I echo Liz & Tricia, loving this susurration of language. This one, I think, will be a mentor text to me... thanks so much for sharing!Karen Eastlundhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08778112838401454642noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-42234756819436214592020-06-26T08:32:46.698-04:002020-06-26T08:32:46.698-04:00I'm now craving earbobs of beans and soandsomu...I'm now craving earbobs of beans and soandsomuch cobcrack of corn. I adore the language in this poem.Triciahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18350907653629775293noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824466663015731028.post-68266026358094416182020-06-26T08:29:57.612-04:002020-06-26T08:29:57.612-04:00I AM IN LOVE with the susurrus of this poem, the e...I AM IN LOVE with the susurrus of this poem, the ee cummings-ish language, the colors, the flavors, the earbobs, the plenty. I LOVE THIS POEM.Liz Garton Scanlonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17941516645386392684noreply@blogger.com