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Comment by kb on August 4, 2011 at 2:50pm

Passing along a gift: I got a grant from Wallowa County Cultural Trust Coalition (a small one) and decided to set up a $50 prize for poems about Zumwalt Prairie in NE Oregon. I'm collecting poems for ten years about the area - this is year two.

 

You don't have to be here to be part of this - doing homework about Zumwalt Prairie (there's a Nature Conservancy site out there and on Facebook that offers insight into the area - basically, you choose something that inspires you and off you go!)  At the end of the year the $50 will be presented to the winning poet - so check out www.zumwaltpoetrycache.blogspot.com (no advertising and your ID is not shared) for how to submit. (Your name and contact info will be useful - and there's an e-mail address to use over on the blog - rather than here.) Check it out.

Comment by Linda on July 10, 2011 at 8:55pm

mary,

"yay!"  enjoy!

:D

Comment by Mary Johnson on July 10, 2011 at 10:59am

Linda!  After reading your poem, I said a prayer for rain here in Houston.  IT JUST STARTED RAINING!  Going out in it now to turn off the water spinkler and enjoy the shower.

 

"the sudden rain brings welcome relief..."

 

Comment by kb on July 10, 2011 at 10:39am

Now, get off the high horse - or stay up there, stuck like a balloon on the power line.

You sipped the bad coffee from it, then washed it for me.

Just look! How honestly he comes by his legerdermaine and curmugeonry.

What I say: The good guy that can be self-proclaimed is not the good guy - nonetheless, namaste.

Ex Sighting Today: No heat at last! Though plenty of might-not-have-beens.

 

Mythica - play with these if you like.

Comment by Mary Johnson on July 10, 2011 at 10:37am

Beautiful, Linda.

Comment by Linda on July 10, 2011 at 10:26am

just then, clouds sped across the skyscape

gathering in protest; walling off

the sun's midsummer glare.

 

the sudden rain brings welcome relief...

quenching the parched

dousing city streets

cooling the earth;

filling crevices, 

smoothing contours...

 

i step into a nearby shallow

letting the rain

cascade through my hair; stream down my face,

collect in my palms -

 

sipping its sweet nectar,

i am happy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Comment by Stephanie (and Rob) on July 9, 2011 at 3:05pm

- With eyes closed, the sweet scent of gardenias took me back.

- The covered picnic table that was once my fortress

- It's simply not wise to build a nest in a gutter

Comment by Mary Johnson on July 9, 2011 at 1:31pm

Starter lines for Mythica:

 

-There's nothing more to say

-The journey to forever

-Forgetting the past; forgiving the future

-Eternity, on the head of a pin

-What if...

-The point of it all

-Life2.0

Comment by genuine, wwt, welcomer on July 9, 2011 at 12:19pm

hmmm ... trying to think of starter lines ...

 

A trail of ants makes its way around the corner.

 

While candles burn in the darknes, I sit with my own fire burning inside me.

 

We're moving on to bigger and better things, but to do so we have to leave behind everything we've ever known.

 

The water trickles down forming a small pool at my feet.

 

The dreams are lifting up above the clouds.

Comment by Barbara Quin - Prayer Cafe Mgr on July 9, 2011 at 9:38am

some starter ideas for Mythica


A Star Called Gratitude

My Best Friend's Dog

Apollo and Zeus Today

When Dust Swallowed A City

On Top of a Mountain Called Love

A Quiet Saturday Morning

I saw a Fish on a Motorcycle

White Buffalo Calf Named Lightning Medicine Cloud

A Triathalon of Love Peace and Forgiveness

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