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Life on the Deckle Edge

Poetry Friday - Visit Karen for the Roundup!

Greetings, Poetry Lovers! 


I'm on the road today back near my old stomping grounds in Georgia for an author school visit. So I'll be sharing lots of poetry with a few hundred kids. :0)  I didn't get a post together before leaving, but please enjoy all the wonderful offerings being rounded up today by our gracious host, Karen Edmisten


Have a poetry-filled weekend! :0)

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Poetry Friday - A Haiku Shorter Than This Heading...

©Robyn Hood Black

Greetings, Poetry Lovers!


I'm still treading water schedule-wise this year, and in case you are too, I just have a little teeny wee bite-sized poem today.  This is from the current Frogpond, the journal of the Haiku Society of America.




high tide it comes and goes



©Robyn Hood Black.  All rights reserved.



And... you're done here!  Well, leave a howdy, and then row on over to Library Matters, where the lovely Cheriee is rounding up today.  She also has a special treat - a feature/interview with Avis Harley! 

~~(Final thought, especially with my water references today... prayers for all in Mississippi who are dealing with devastating flooding this week.)~~

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Poetry Friday - O my Luve...


Greetings, Poetry Lovers - Happy Valentine's Day! 


Let's have a wee bit of Rabbie Burns, shall we?



A Red, Red Rose

O my Luve is like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
That's sweetly played in tune.


So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.


Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.


And fare thee weel, my only luve!
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile.



Burns lived from 1759 to 1796, and many of works were written as songs, such as this oh-so-famous poem. (He wrote Auld Lang Syne, too.) Most of his writings were in Scots.  


According to Pauline Mackay on the BBC site, this poem is "one of the most famous love songs associated with Robert Burns, ... composed prior to 1794 when it appeared in a collection by an Edinburgh composer named Urbani."  She adds, "Part of the song's appeal is its use of powerful, natural imagery to convey a love that is ever-lasting and capable of surviving both distance and time."

One of these years, I'll have my act together and celebrate Burns Night on January 25 (his birthday) - but, with vegetarian haggis. ;0)  We had that several times on our trip year before last.  (Here's some more info about Robert Burns.)


If you are celebrating with your Luve today, enjoy and savor.  And if you know someone who is missing their Valentine, make their day by reaching out with a thoughtful wish - roses optional. 


Slàinte Mhath!


Continue to feel the love today over at Teacher Dance, where Linda always fills our hearts!

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Poetry Friday - Last Couple of Postcard Swap Poems - New Year 2020!

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Greetings, Poetry Lovers!  


I was happy to receive these last couple of New Year's Poem Postcard swap treasures in the mail and wanted to share. Many thanks to Linda Baie and to Diane Mayr!  (Though I switched up the postcards in the turning over for the photographs, I think you can figure out whose is whose.)


Below them was my contribution I mailed out for the swap.


[This is probably one of my shortest posts ever, because the storms that have been making their way this direction (on Thursday) are finally rumbling outside (Thurs. eve.), so I need to shut down my old computer....]


Wishing you more poetic inspirations and good rat spirit medicine all weekend.  For this week's Roundup, visit the amazing Laura at Writing the World for Kids / Small Reads for Brighter Days.  

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