NAPOWRIMO 2014 - April 7, 2014

A friend writes a poem for me today! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!

Birthday Haiku

Noreen Braman is
A smile of laughter and hope
Happy Birthday, Friend

©2014 Julie Bartha-Vasquez


 

NAPOWRIMO 2014 April 6, 2014

The Middle Ages

I am thankful for Arabic numerals
that reduced the year to four numbers
and keep most of our ages in double digits.
And mystified that animals were prosecuted
in the same manner as humans
yet see the parallel to today’s
declaration of corporations as people.
The persecution of rats still goes on 
as the scapegoats for the Black Death
but just this week they were declared
to not be the source of the plague.
But out of the war, famine and
consistently  religious paintings
came the refreshing breath of the Renaissance
and as I leave my middle ages
I can ask for nothing less.

©2014 Noreen Braman

NAPOWRIMO April 5, 2014

Starlight

Millennia after my light goes out
in this tiny speck of the universe
it will sparkle still across galaxies
and perhaps eyes not unlike mine
will gaze into this light and see
all of us as we once were,
in the starlight we go on forever.

©2014 Noreen Braman

NAPOWRIMO- 4-4-14

dark nights

watching you sleeping
listening to you breathe
feeling your body moving in dreams
Counting my blessings
forgetting daylight worries
drifting off to sleep
beside you.

(c) 2014 Noreen Braman

NAPOWRIMO - April 3, 2014

“sticks and stones may break my bones, 
but words will never hurt me.”



word pain

Armed with words against words,
waving flags of false bravado
we declared impotent
the taunt, the name, the belittlement,
giving no satisfaction, no tears of pain
while inside, our very souls reddened,
shrinking backward into the darkness
where the real pain lives,
a caged animal with claws
less easily provoked with age
but still strong enough to bite.


©2014 Noreen Braman

NAPOWRIMO - April 2, 2014

"Slow down, you move too fast,
You got to make the morning last." 
Simon & Garfunkel
59th Street Bridge Song (Feelin’ Groovy)


The Physics of Living

misplaced objects and frantic searching
reason for panic the week of my birthday
misfires from an aging brain
that instead of just flowing at the speed of life
is getting lifeyears ahead of itself.

©2013 Noreen Braman

It is National Poetry Writing Month 2014 - Let the versifying begin!

Here it is, April again: the day of fools, the cruelest month, the hours of daylight, the weeks of poetry. I begin the annual National Poetry Writing Month (NAPOWRIMO) following sage advice; writing about what I know. 

 

Never Give a Server an Even Break

Unless you backup your backup of the backup,
the day will come when you will find out
the backup you backed up so smugly
has been vaporized like a planet in Star Wars,
and you’ve no recourse but to rescan
pages and pages of things you hope you still have,
and you know you deserve what you got
from letting your data hang out in bad sectors.

©2014 Noreen Braman