There once was a girl with eyes of blue, ringleted hair of golden hue. She wanted adventure more than anyone. She put on her boots and looked for some fun. She trained with a witch, learned how to use spells, dined with three bears, bested a dragon as well. Adventure surrounded full of pleasure and delight. Something new at each corner every day and night. Until one day when the King summoned her. She went to the castle nervous, unsure…. Keep Reading
She stared at the sky threatening to rain and said, I know how you feel. Except, you’re allowed to cry and I’m not. They’ll tell me to be brave, but I just can’t. I want to be a cloud and burst into rain when I feel heavy, and answer to no one. Instead, she grit her teeth breathed in her rain and continued her walk.
Yesterday’s poem prompt: Experience/inexperience There’s something about experience It’s really something funny, You think you are more Than the rich and the poor Even without lots of money But inexperience itself Sings it’s own sort of tale Of naiveté And dumb things you say Needing experience, without fail The moral left to learn About the two just the same One can be fixed By adding one to the mix Balance is the name of the game.
Robert Brewer over at Writers Digest posted a poetry prompt on being prepared. So I thought I’d write something. Without further ado: Prepared Practice = Prepared Consistent practice = Prepared Determined, consistent practice= Prepared Unfalteringly determined, consistent practice = Prepared Tenacious, unfalteringly determined, consistent practice = Prepared Resolutely tenacious, unfalteringly determined, consistent practice = Prepared Resolutely tenacious resolve to succeed, unfalteringly determined to be the best, working for hours upon hours, with sweat dripping down and blood pooling; a paragon,… Keep Reading