Sunday, April 16, 2023

NANOWRIMO April 13, 2023

 a poem, a poem, my fountain pen for a poem!


Hop, Skip, Jump, Write


Words don’t form straight lines these days, they jump, skip, and hop around,

trying out each possibility

like shattered flecks of an enchanted broom,

rising up in some other place.

Some rudely demanding

shouting their names annoyingly,

others play hide-and-seek, refusing

to appear when summoned.

But when upon a golden page

they stop their motion and align,

In that final act of acceptance - their light worth every minute of chasing.



©2023 Noreen Braman

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