In reponse to today's writing prompt at: WordNerdGirl
Hounded
Quit following me,
I'm not your leader
I'm not your mother
I'm not the pack leader
I'm not your role model.
At least, not when I'm in the bathroom.
©2013 Noreen Braman
In response to opposite day writing of today's horoscope:
See if you can get your friends or colleagues to follow along as you make your way through today’s exciting events — some may lag behind, but the ones who stay close are in for quite a ride!
Monday, May 13, 2013
Thursday, May 09, 2013
WordNerdGirl Writing Prompt Response In the Hall of the Guarded Welcome
In reponse to today's writing prompt at: WordNerdGirl
In the Hall of the Guarded Welcome
We don't know in whom the monster lurks,
he or she may have just walked in,
ready to sit and chat about
whether or not the monster exists.
Emboldened by education and fancy suits,
brandishing a sharpened sense of entitlement,
all must pass through our doors,
but we do not know in whom the monster lurks.
©2013 Noreen Braman
In the Hall of the Guarded Welcome
We don't know in whom the monster lurks,
he or she may have just walked in,
ready to sit and chat about
whether or not the monster exists.
Emboldened by education and fancy suits,
brandishing a sharpened sense of entitlement,
all must pass through our doors,
but we do not know in whom the monster lurks.
©2013 Noreen Braman
Tuesday, May 07, 2013
Writing prompt response: The Tao of Facebook
My friend and fellow writer over at WordNerdGirl is putting up some writing prompts, and I am going to do my best to keep up. This first challenge is to create some lines of poetry that come out of your facebook or twitter postings. I actually found a complete thought that reads like ancient wisdom. Please take time to contemplate.
The Tao of Facebook
Wow! New moms take note!
Look for the sign!
At the end of the day
the Derby is all about the horses.
©2013 Noreen Braman
The Tao of Facebook
Wow! New moms take note!
Look for the sign!
At the end of the day
the Derby is all about the horses.
©2013 Noreen Braman
Wednesday, May 01, 2013
NAPOWRIMO comes to a close. April 30, 2013 Grown
Grown
No longer saplings, the trees are grown
strong and supple, reaching high
above their supportive roots
that cling confidently to the earth,
not needing to see the sunshine
or hear the rain and thunder
to know the trees are thriving,
blooming more prolifically
with each spring renewal.
They bend in winds that break the old,
and shelter life within their branches,
sending their acorns, their chestnuts,
their double samaras spinning in the wind,
creating seedlings that someday
will suddenly be full grown.
©2013 Noreen Braman
It has been a fun and adventurous National Poetry Month. After letting them ripen for a while, I'll harvest this group of poems and see what I can turn them into. Thanks for coming on the journey with me!
No longer saplings, the trees are grown
strong and supple, reaching high
above their supportive roots
that cling confidently to the earth,
not needing to see the sunshine
or hear the rain and thunder
to know the trees are thriving,
blooming more prolifically
with each spring renewal.
They bend in winds that break the old,
and shelter life within their branches,
sending their acorns, their chestnuts,
their double samaras spinning in the wind,
creating seedlings that someday
will suddenly be full grown.
©2013 Noreen Braman
It has been a fun and adventurous National Poetry Month. After letting them ripen for a while, I'll harvest this group of poems and see what I can turn them into. Thanks for coming on the journey with me!
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