tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17019672.post2141132039702389010..comments2024-03-25T02:43:49.115-05:00Comments on Karen Edmisten: Poetry Friday: In the Middle, by Barbara Crooker Karen Edmisten http://www.blogger.com/profile/04446214835142625161noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17019672.post-84113230953594072742021-08-13T07:11:05.955-05:002021-08-13T07:11:05.955-05:00Janet, that's the only thing I dislike about f...Janet, that's the only thing I dislike about fall, too — I know that winter will be just around the corner, ugh! Karen Edmisten https://www.blogger.com/profile/04446214835142625161noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17019672.post-89966938638646012702021-08-12T15:13:23.484-05:002021-08-12T15:13:23.484-05:00For me, August was summer part 2. We never went ba...For me, August was summer part 2. We never went back until after Labor Day and got out near June 20. So I loved Aug. with my whole heart and my parents made the most of it, but it does have that feeling of gloom because, well, where I live fall is glorious but ut oh, winter. Comes on like gangbusters!!!! I like the poem. I still get that back to school jittery feeling though retired and currently not subbing due to Covid and life. Yes to savoring our days, all of them. <br />Janet Clare F.skanny17https://www.blogger.com/profile/07488350213473016250noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17019672.post-4899704658060215752021-08-10T20:15:09.903-05:002021-08-10T20:15:09.903-05:00This was always my question when I was teaching: &...This was always my question when I was teaching: 'How does August barrel in at such an alarming speed every year?'<br />I still sort of feel it even though I am retired three years. <br />Barbara Crooker is the perfect poem for today.Jonehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04299647754479967070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17019672.post-43048222386135961102021-08-10T10:07:47.168-05:002021-08-10T10:07:47.168-05:00Summer really is barrelling through to the finish ...Summer really is barrelling through to the finish line ... Thank you for sharing this poem by Barbara Crooker. That was new to me.Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05051371332314735643noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17019672.post-92202391980557869952021-08-09T07:37:17.184-05:002021-08-09T07:37:17.184-05:00Penelope, my kids have long laughed at the way I c...Penelope, my kids have long laughed at the way I can refer to something as "just the other day" when it happened last year! <br /><br />Tabatha, glad you loved it! <br /><br />Mary Lee, lots of new and different yeses in your days these days. :) <br /><br />Janice, hugs to you and your family as you adjust to your son's big move. <br /><br />Carol, so happy to share Barbara's wisdom. <br /><br />Karen, thanks so much! I'm pleased you loved it as much as I did. <br /><br />Heidi, the Empty Next! So bittersweetly perfect, as is the knowledge that sometimes a good cry is wanted and needed. <br /><br />Linda, happy birthday to your son. I'm sure it feels like "just the other day" that he was born. :) <br /><br />Ruth, I'm so happy you stopped by! <br /><br />Karen Edmisten https://www.blogger.com/profile/04446214835142625161noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17019672.post-36588796910988876452021-08-08T08:14:03.638-05:002021-08-08T08:14:03.638-05:00Thanks for sharing this beautiful poem.Thanks for sharing this beautiful poem.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12463332371535167975noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17019672.post-61148190202483170362021-08-08T07:55:00.651-05:002021-08-08T07:55:00.651-05:00Crooker knows our lives well, doesn't she? Eve...Crooker knows our lives well, doesn't she? Even in retirement, my life fills up too fast, not leaving time for those things I "think" are important, but linger on my list. My son turned fifty yesterday; all the family wonder how that can be! Best wishes for you having some hammock time, Karen. Thanks for this poem of wisdom.Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17019672.post-10564144550615090712021-08-07T11:47:32.575-05:002021-08-07T11:47:32.575-05:00Here we stand on the precipice of the Empty Next, ...Here we stand on the precipice of the Empty Next, a typo I made last week and which I am hanging onto just as hard as to my need to MANAGE the last wibble-wobble of time I'll have as a parent of permanently-housed children. My Next is actually cued up to be rather full, pleasantly uncluttered, and yet, each day I'm sure will bring something to learn, such as that I do need to cry on this cloudy day. Thanks, Karen.Heidi Mordhorsthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16496427007514895950noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17019672.post-32548553720423425062021-08-07T10:39:14.953-05:002021-08-07T10:39:14.953-05:00Karen: Thank you so much for posting this poem. I ...Karen: Thank you so much for posting this poem. I LOVE it! Time just gets more wibbly-wobbly as I go on, but I like the words that you and Crooker use to talk about it. Thanks again...Karen Eastlundhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08778112838401454642noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17019672.post-27300969839844090892021-08-07T09:59:07.985-05:002021-08-07T09:59:07.985-05:00Thanks, Karen. I think everyone feels the fast pas...Thanks, Karen. I think everyone feels the fast passage of time. Your poem was a great reminder and here is some wisdom I garnered from the poem: <br />Each day, we must learn<br />again how to love, between morning's quick coffee<br />and evening's slow return.<br />Enjoy a slow day...Carol Varsalonahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02589714711155938528noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17019672.post-49013497787189171242021-08-06T18:50:14.919-05:002021-08-06T18:50:14.919-05:00Thank you for sharing Crooker's poem. It's...Thank you for sharing Crooker's poem. It's stunning and for me bittersweet as my son is moving across the country and everything seems to change so fast. Janice Scullyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13913934779785635150noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17019672.post-50777996358587542292021-08-06T10:20:21.276-05:002021-08-06T10:20:21.276-05:00YES to taking off our watches for some hammock tim...YES to taking off our watches for some hammock time (whether it's actually a hammock, or just the Adirondack chair on the porch with a cold glass of lemonade on the wide armrest). I kind of love getting August back, but the passage of time in my poem and this does resonate. And this:<br />"Each day, we must learn<br />again how to love, between morning's quick coffee<br />and evening's slow return."<br /><br />Another Yes.Mary Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17019672.post-47174427542859668372021-08-06T09:58:34.310-05:002021-08-06T09:58:34.310-05:00Excellent pick, Karen -- love that poem by Barbara...Excellent pick, Karen -- love that poem by Barbara Crooker! Tabathahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14367572663591077922noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17019672.post-35638228286153576112021-08-06T09:17:22.387-05:002021-08-06T09:17:22.387-05:00I was going to say! Thumbs up for the Doctor refer...I was going to say! Thumbs up for the Doctor reference :-)<br /><br />Time, indeed, is an oddly shaped bubble. Lately more often than not, I am feeling as if I am looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope ... the seasons turn and somehow ‘just yesterday’ becomes <i>last year</i> ...ellihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16405706347896531257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17019672.post-88731606152877084672021-08-06T09:00:09.533-05:002021-08-06T09:00:09.533-05:00Denise, thank you! I must, however, credit the Ten...Denise, thank you! I must, however, credit the Tenth Doctor with "wibbly-wobbly." I should go find the clip and add it to the post! :) Karen Edmisten https://www.blogger.com/profile/04446214835142625161noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17019672.post-38334034445829569442021-08-06T08:50:05.483-05:002021-08-06T08:50:05.483-05:00Karen, your beautiful introductory paragraph sound...Karen, your beautiful introductory paragraph sounds like poetry--August barreling and plowing through uprooting. Time, that "wibbly-wobbly thing" So many lovely images. Thank you for sharing Barbara Crooker's poem too. Beautiful! Denise Krebshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00583406241247334445noreply@blogger.com