tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041979754379518538.post2236949700059624385..comments2024-03-22T10:26:54.825-06:00Comments on Naturally...: QOTM...*: John Greenleaf WhittierRick Mylanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03060512328743227161noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041979754379518538.post-10658370340999756722014-02-10T09:29:11.969-07:002014-02-10T09:29:11.969-07:00Now that's my kind of poetry, Chuck! Love it! ...Now that's my kind of poetry, Chuck! Love it! A poem I heard years ago and have often quoted to my kids is:<br /><br />One day while I was standing<br />As quiet as could be,<br />A great big ugly man came up<br />And tied his horse to me. <br /><br />Maybe poets often just make things so complicated even THEY don’t understand what they’re saying!<br />Rick Mylanderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03060512328743227161noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041979754379518538.post-6574714621908334602014-02-10T08:17:27.919-07:002014-02-10T08:17:27.919-07:00I'm with you Rick. Most poetry leaves me cold,...I'm with you Rick. Most poetry leaves me cold, especially if I read it silently. I do like Ogden Nash's poetry. For example:<br />The one-l lama,<br />He's a priest;<br />The two-l llama,<br />He's a beast.<br />And I will bet<br />A silk pajama<br />There isn't any<br />Three-l llama.<br />Chuckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07303163073823908639noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041979754379518538.post-29861934114295684912014-02-09T07:41:59.988-07:002014-02-09T07:41:59.988-07:00Thanks, Lee. I used to think "It takes one to...Thanks, Lee. I used to think "It takes one to know one," but now I know that must not have been the truth! No really, it's hard to think of what I do as poetic, but more as 'just writing.' You're a poet, in many ways! And of course, God's poetry is pretty good, too... Hey to all!Rick Mylanderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03060512328743227161noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041979754379518538.post-83774400876947932402014-02-09T06:24:32.048-07:002014-02-09T06:24:32.048-07:00Alas, already have the soul of a poet my friend. ...Alas, already have the soul of a poet my friend. Like the brush strokes of the great impressionists, words form to create pictures, rhythmically fitting together until we see (through words) what the poet sees. Great post Rick, perhaps one day we will see you musing about your world through poetry. Lee Josthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01592034663698591507noreply@blogger.com