Saturday, 4 June 2011

Poem for Poetry Jam


I haven't been in the Poetry Jam since it's inauguration but I've a few pieces about swimming, mainly composed with my head in the water so this week's prompt here sent me scurrying back.

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17 comments:

  1. Titus5 June 2011 at 00:17

    Effective. Particularly like that second line.

    Just got to go non-Jam - what format do I buy Plan B in for the ordinary Windows computer? I've got PDF, HTML and two types of plain text to choose from, and I'm confused.

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  2. Emerging Writer5 June 2011 at 09:43

    Hi Titus

    Thanks for that. Non-Jam. well, it's up to you. You can download software very easily for the pc to read books as if it were a Kindle. That's quite good or you can download PDF. I think if you buy it on smashwords, you can try all formats for the one price. Let me know!

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  3. Sioux Roslawski5 June 2011 at 17:07

    What a wonderful poem about a child, I'm assuming...

    Yes, they surpass us quickly in so many ways.

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  4. Emerging Writer5 June 2011 at 19:07

    Thanks Sioux, don't they just!

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  5. Unknown5 June 2011 at 21:36

    That time when we were level
    passed us by.




    That line could be applied to so many different kinds of relationships. It sent my mind off on spider diagrams :)

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  6. Enchanted Oak5 June 2011 at 22:03

    Simple and deep. Nice work.

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  7. Helen5 June 2011 at 22:40

    That magical moment when our children begin to come into their own - when no matter how hard we might try, they surpass us. And it's all good.

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  8. Emerging Writer5 June 2011 at 23:27

    That's great Jessica. I love it when someone else's poem triggers a thought in me. Will be fascinated to see what comes out.

    thanks Oak. Simple like me!

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  9. Emerging Writer5 June 2011 at 23:27

    Helen - help-ma-bob. I hope they're not reading the comments. They haven't realised yet.

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  10. Brian Miller6 June 2011 at 12:51

    smile. makes me think of my boys who get closer and closer to passing me with each new year...soon enough i will need my headstart...nice verse...

    just popped my jam up

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  11. Peter Goulding6 June 2011 at 13:46

    A good metaphor. I suppose we all want our children to outstrip us, though in my case, it wasn't much of a challenge for them. My daughter won't even let me win an occasional game of Cluedo.

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  12. Emerging Writer6 June 2011 at 14:21

    Thanks Brian. Outstripped in many ways now. Peter - I'm with you. I'll worry if they start writing poetry.

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  13. Bagman and Butler6 June 2011 at 16:15

    We have a picture on our refrigerator of the first time my son beat me in arm wrestling. Great poem -- our jobs are to help our children exceed us.

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  14. NanU6 June 2011 at 17:38

    That time when we were level, so hard to catch! So hard to admit sometimes you've been looking for it. Wonderful poem.

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  15. Emerging Writer6 June 2011 at 17:47

    Thanks Bagman. You should post the photo up!
    Thanks Nanu I've never caught it. Except with shoe sizes

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  16. Anonymous6 June 2011 at 22:31

    Reminds me when each of my 5 children surpassed me in height (not tough to do at 5 feet tall). Loved the simplicity and depth.

    I played this week for the first time. Hope you'll stop by: Free Fall.

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  17. Emerging Writer6 June 2011 at 23:15

    It is strange being the shortest in the family.

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