Brenda Ueland
I learned that you should feel when writing, not like Lord Byron on a mountain top, but like a child stringing beads in kindergarten—happy, absorbed and quietly putting one bead […]
I learned that you should feel when writing, not like Lord Byron on a mountain top, but like a child stringing beads in kindergarten—happy, absorbed and quietly putting one bead […]
Day 124 prompt: Costume In the spring and summer My grand ideas abound A great big stack of pancakes Or stuff from lost and found Even as October nears Creative juices […]
Day 123 prompt: Stripes Joan and Kenny have new faces. Baby’s nose has fewer corners. Exiting the prairie must have inflated the redhead’s boobs, And thin Nicole’s lips have plumped and […]
Day 122 | May 1 prompt: One-Two-Three One two three Embrace me Left right left Glide so deft One two three Whirl so free Right left right Skirt in flight One […]
Day 121 prompt: The Letter O young readers may not get this poem most likely, its undertones will go OVERHEAD the subject is the big O not OPRAH or OBAMA … […]
Day 120 prompt: Roadside By the roadside Some things Are better Found Sweet corn Tiger lilies Assistance And others Are better Left Road kill Hitchhikers Poison ivy By the roadside
Day 119 prompt: Recreation By my calculation Too much recreation Causes dehydration What an aggravation So with no hesitation My clear inclination Is for relaxation
Day 118 prompt: Action Shot Drowsy at my desk Heavy head tilts right Words blur illegible Eyes lose their fight Roused by whiff of deadline And nearby coffee pot I gather […]
Art is the elimination of the unnecessary. Pablo Picasso, painter, and sculptor (1881-1973)
Day 117 prompt: Drink In a dress black as ink, She adjusted her mink. “May I buy you a drink?” he asked, with a wink. She hoped for heart-sync. A good […]
Day 116 prompt: The Letter R Romney rented Rambo Then realized it was rated R The reason I rented it, he rationalized, Was to recommend rowdy routines In case Ron Paul […]
Day 115 prompt: Negative Space your cruelty is negative space around me distracting my attention so I no longer see myself with focus lost in darkness I am just an empty silhouette
Day 114 prompt: Refreshing (a haiku) new spring breeze exhales hyacinth over our bed rise again refreshed
Day 113 prompt: Nautical Once upon a time, in a setting most nautical, lived a steady sea-woman whose ways were methodical. “Ship shape” understates how she managed her yachtical, with a […]
Day 112 prompt: Groceries Laundry in heaps Groceries to buy Tummies on empty Dishes piled high Squabbles to settle School papers to sort Bedding to straighten Kids to transport When you’re […]