Weaver Waits to Word the World

[Word Weaver]

Moon day
Rune day
Sing a ringing tune day!
Loon day
Goon day
Soon it will be Tuesday.

[Word Weaver]

I am spear fishing
in my stream of consciousness
ankle deep in the current
alert and relaxed.

I strike at a shining idea
then roast it slowly
into a poem
for you.

[SP Singer]

Spear Fishing is an earthy poem about poetry. Your Moon Day is a little romp kids would love. SP

[Word Weaver]

Guitar strings strung from here to the stars
are strummed by passing meteors,
and the halls of Jupiter, Venus, and Mars
are filled with glistening listeners.

[Janelo]

Word up!

Totally digging your rhymes these are great little songs you write. Such a light-hearted vibe you've got going. Even your menagerie of monsters are playful. Having fun with poetry and taking risks with your tea, it all has a great feel and hangs together well.

My shit's a little intense these days so I am appreciating the balance you offer.

Nicely done.

Jane

[Donner]

Hi, WW,

"Moon day" - Being the curious sort, I googled the different "days" and found there really is a Moon Day (commemorating the moon landing), a Rune Day (or, Rune of the Day), a Loon Day (annual festival in Mercer, WI) and an International Goon Day (dirt track racing Goon Off Competition). I don't know if you had all that in mind, but I like that, after all those celebrations, there's Tuesday. Makes it special in the middle of all the celebrating.

"Spear Fishing" - Good description of how a poem is captured and prepared for the reader.

"Strings" - The idea of meteors strumming strings that reach all the way to the stars and planets is fanciful and I rather prefer it to what science says.

Donna

[Word Weaver]

Sharp shadows,
blue sky
blazing gaze
of golden eye
out of sight
but ever nigh.

[BrianIsSmilingAtYou]

Moon Day - I can dig it.
Spear Fishing - love the opening lines
Strings - the music of the spheres

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BrianIs AtYou

[Word Weaver]

Is the towhee singing back to me?
Or only naturally and equally
singing the song it would have sung
if I hadn’t come along?

[Word Weaver]

Spade stabbing sod,
I’m leaping to lodge it,
leaning for leverage,
severing old roots
to make room for new.

[kristalynn]

I like the first line "spade stabbing sod" very much. Sounds very much like what it means!

[Louisa Lander]

Planting trees. ' spade stabbing sod' is a great opening.
Towhee. I like the way this is comprised of two questions
Midday Sun. 'Sharp shadows / blue sky/ blazing gaze' . This is nice.

[SP Singer]

Hello again, In Midday I like : blazing gaze/of golden eye

and if you know a single thing about Towhees, then you know that this poem makes excellent sense in rhyme fashion.

Always nice to read you here. Hope it happens again next year, SP

[Scavella]

The chestnut branches cross-like.
Blood-red buds break through.
Death is the gateway for new life.
Resurrection is waiting for you.

Very nice, very evocative (just dropping in, dipping up poems like cups of water). Glad I pulled it up.

[Word Weaver]

and if you know a single thing about Towhees, then you know that this poem makes excellent sense in rhyme fashion.

Oddly enough, I wrote the poem, and then I was whistling at a towhee and decided to change it from "bird" to "towhee" so that it would be more specific So it both is and isn't based on a real towhee.