Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Another Multi-Blog Poetry Wednesday

It is almost Wednesday here in the states. One of my Kiwi friends is going to lead us off on this poetry Wednesday event. Our third here.


Jacqui BB on Chats with Charley

And on Sidetracked Charley




On Both Your Houses

Shouting at Street Lights

So it is time to dig up those poems or finely polish the last lines. And leave a comment here or on Twitter or Y!360 so I can link you in. Thanks to all the participants.

To avoid having to update two blogs with links I will host it here but you can leave comments, or your url here, or there or on Twitter.


  1. I've posted a poem on my blog onbothyourhouses.blogspot.com Big step for me

  2. I'm so glad you included Ron's poem. I didn't think you would mind my inviting him. Ron is an English professor at Utah State Univ. and my long-time and favorite Scrabble foe online.

  3. No,bekkieann, I absolutely do not mind. The more the merrier and he is a definite asset to any poetry tour. Course now I am really going to have to watch my typing and spelling.

  4. That's what I told him when I first met him. But then I found out he doesn't care about grammar and spelling rules, he thinks most of them make no sense at all and should be thrown out.

    I do love this poetry Wednesday. It's such a nice thing to look forward to in the middle of the week.

  5. re clean sheets:

    Aahh memories!. I remember as a child, my grandmother in Austria washing linen. It was a major task because she had duvets 'before' duvets came to the rest of the world!!! She had what seemed to me then (and I am sure it was) an enormous iron (?) 'cauldron'. This was filled with water ( I cannot remember how) and brought to the boil by a flame underneath. The linen would be put in (always white) and boiled and Omi would stir it with what seemed to be a paddle! this seemed to take hours and hours. Wash day was, literally a whole day. it then went through a wringer and was put on the line - with me running through the linen. i can still smell it,

    Re folding: I always find it tremendously funny that two women can fold a sheet without talking to each other about how it is done. Ever tried folding a sheet with a man?????

    Lovely poem.

    Thursday April 9, 2009 - 04:18pm (ADT)


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