Thursday, March 31, 2011

NaPoWriMo: 30 Writing Prompts for National Poetry Month 2011

Since many of you do a poem a day (  for National Poetry Month has got 30 NEW never-been-seen before poetry writing exercises for National Poetry Month. One for each day... We will do these on this blog, we have never tried to do a NaPoWriMo before, so this should be interesting...We hope to see you joining in too!

1. Grab the closest book. Go to page 29. Write down 10 words that catch your eye. Use 7 of words in a poem. For extra credit, have 4 of them appear at the end of a line.
2. Write about a poem about a superhero coming to your house and confronting you about something. Somewhere in the poem, you have to state what your superpower is.
3. Write a poem that is really a love letter to an old flame. To make sure it’s doesn’t slip into sappy make sure one or more of these words is in the poem: dung beetle, politician, nuclear, exoskeleton, oceanography, pompadour, toilet.
4. Make a list of seven words that have the same vowel sounds (like bee, treat, pepperoni, eagle) and use them in a repetitive way throughout a poem.
5. Write a poem about a weird fact or facts that you know.
6. Write a poem in two sections about two completely different things. Have the title link both items today in a surprising way.
7. Find a favorite recipe. Now write a poem inspired or in the style of that recipe about a family secret, yours or someone else’s.
8. Turn your paper so that it’s in the landscape position. Write a poem about God or the universe or the horizon of the ocean with longer lines and see what happens.
9. Write a poem to your favorite letter of the alphabet.
10. Write a poem about the one of all of the 7 sins that only contains seven words lines.
11. Write a poem that begins with the last thing you can remember someone saying to you today or yesterday. See if you can use that line two or three times.
12. Turn on the radio to any channel. Write a poem inspired by the first thing you hear (lyrics to a song, a commercial, etc.)
13. Run around your house and grab 5 items that all begin with the same letter. Write a poem as an ode to one of these items or that includes these items.
14. Think of the nicest thing someone ever said to you. Write a poem about a rainy day and something flooding. End the poem with the good thing someone said.
15. Write a poem that describes the wallpaper on your computer or the image on the last postcard you received.
16. Make a list of ten images of things you have seen in the last 24 hours. Use all of them in a poem.
17. Write a poem that includes these words: bamboozled, bloodlust, bibliography. Have the title include one of these words: contradiction, constellation, cranberry.
18. Write a poem about something small that is only 5 lines long.
19. Close your eyes and listen to the sounds around you. If the sounds are peaceful, write a poem with a violent word as the title. If the sounds are loud, write a poem with a kind word as the title.
20. Remove your shoes. Write a poem that celebrates your feet.
21. Write a poem with the opposite hand that you write with or if you type your poems on the computer, use only one hand to type.
22. Write a poem that only had five syllables in each line. Give the poem a long title.
23. Write a poem where the last word of the first line begins with the first letter of your name, and the last word of the second line begins with the second letter of your name until you have spelled out your first and/or your last name.
24. Write a poem that has the word “love” hidden in it somewhere. But you cannot use the word “love” by itself, it must be hidden (such as in the word “glove” or in two words like “halo venom”).
25. Write a poem where a literary figure shows up and tells you something and gives you something.
26. Write a poem to your future self, but do not say it is to your future self, address the poem to a president or rockstar.
27. Write a poem made of ten metaphors.
28. Make a list of your favorite words today. Write a poem that uses 90% of the words you wrote down.
29. Write a poem about a skyscraper. Now, rewrite the poem with the last line being your first.
30. Write a poem giving thanks to a poet or to writing a poem a day. Use a line from one of the poems you wrote this month to either begin or end it.

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Sill Putty Acrostic (Theme Thursday)

So Much Fun
I Often Had
Lobbing Across Room
Lifting Newpaper Images
Yucky Oil Leftover

Plastic Pink Egg
Useful For Rolling
Toy of Astronauts
That’s Just Crazy
You Can't Ruin
© Lisa Northrup ~ 3/31/2011

Achieving My March Goal

My blogging experience
began in earnest in March.
I set a goal of 80 posts.
A challenging goal it was.
I began calling it my own personal
~ March Madness~

I am proud to announce that with this
Friday Flash 55 for the
Amazing Mr. Knowitall
I have reached my ambitious goal!

April Goal? 100

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© Lisa Northrup ~ 3/31/2011

Wednesday, March 30, 2011


A day in kindergarten
What a special treat
So many small children
They don’t miss a beat

They run and run
Til they just stop
They learn so much
From words to hop

Some learn fast
And some learn slow
But everyone
Will definitely grown

Keeping control
Of this classroom’s bluster
Takes more patience
Then I could muster.

Mona Lisa Smiles?

Looking at this famous work
I find myself a pondering
Is she really smiling
Or was her mind a wandering

She does not seem so happy
In fact I would say annoyed
As though she finds the painter
To be someone to avoid

I can almost hear her
Saying are we almost done
I have so many things to do
And honesty this is not fun

Yet demure she stays a sitting
Like all women of her time
Perhaps the closed lip smile
Because speaking was a crime

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© Lisa N ~ 3/13/2011

Three Word Wednesday

What would you call me?

Some people would call me loud.
I just call myself vocal.

Some people would call me pushy.
I just call myself persuasive.

Some people would call me poor.
I just call myself full of riches.

What do you call me now?

Write A Letter - Dear Cats

I write this letter to my cats. It is short and sweet. I have some simple questions. They are quite discreet. Why is it that you seem to always want my lap, at the most ackward times to simply take a nap? You seem to want to kill me. You’re always under foot. When all you’d have to do, is remember just stay put. I’d also like to inquire as to why you feel the need, to lick yourself incessantly immediately after you feed. You see I just don’t get it, don’t you see there it is a fact, that every time you’ve done it, it’s a hairball that you hacked? I know you’ll never read this since you do not have the skill, so I guess the only thing to do is keep this til you will. In closing what I’d like to say, of these things do I ponder. Yet each and every day it seems of you all I grow fonder. 


Your Human
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© Lisa N ~ 3/30/2011

ABC Wednesday - Letter K

Katzenjammer is the word
I’ve chosen for you today
If you don’t know is meaning
That is surely quite okay.

I like that it is commonly known
To be an obnoxious sound
It’s said to be a discordant noise
A melody must not be found

Another choice which I find odd
Since Katzenjammer sounds so fun
Is how it can be that what we find
Is Bewilderment in the long run

My personal favorite you will see
Is something to be explored
For when we play a little to hard
A Hangover is our reward.

I hope you found my prose to you
To be delightful to your ear
I hope that in this silly verse
You learned a new word here

© Lisa N ~ 3/30/2011

Perfect Paper - Theme Thursday

Perfect Packaging
Produced Pressing Plants
Pretty Printing Product

© Lisa N ~ 3/30/2011

Monday, March 28, 2011

Monday’s Child #39 – Pixie Party

Illustration by Freddie Langeler 1920's

 Pixies at a picnic
Pixies at a party
Pixies eat volcano cake
It sure looks pretty hearty

Pixies wearing hats of red
Pixies wearing Sunday best
Pixies in their pointy boots
They all are quaintly dressed

Pixies party with a mouse
Pixies party with a hare
Pixies party with a bug
All are welcome if they care

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© Lisa N ~ 3/28/2011

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Dogs Grand Time

The dog was having a grand time
frolicking to and fro
I wonder what went through his mind
I imagine I’ll never know.

He chased the birds across the lawn
and then a squirrel he treed
He rushed and drank at least a gallon
and then of course he #(@%.

It only slowed him for a moment
He truly disliked the delay
The dog was having a grand time
Watch out don’t get in his way.

© Lisa N ~ 3/27/2011

Ripples on Ice

Through the eyes of my mind
I do but see
Ripples of moisture
On the ice it must be

The layers of ice
Reflect back the light
Rings like an oak tree
A magnificient sight

The droplets they splash
Sparkle bright in the sun
That’s my guess for this challenge
Oh boy this was fun

© Lisa Northrup ~ 3/27/2011

Hollow Haiku

Hollow and Rotting
What Mysteries Grow Inside
Hidden Other World

Nearly Is Only Close Enough - Sunday Scribbling

Nearly is only close enough
If you are willing to merely settle

How many times in life

Has fear dictated your path?
Has expectations stifled your chance?
Has opportunity slipped away?
Has life just passed you by?

Nearly is only close enough
Are you are willing to merely settle

© Lisa Northrup ~ 3/27/2011

160 – Is It Enough?

“One Hundred Sixty”
Miles Per Hour or Years of Age
A Large Number Indeed
Yet for a Daily Writing Challenge
It Hardly Seems Enough
To Eloquently Convey a Thought

© Lisa Northrup ~ 3/27/2011

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Fake A Smile

I saw it in the mirror
I saw it in my face
The image was an error
My smile was out of place

Though I tried to fool myself
Wasn’t to be the case
I saw it in the mirror
I saw it in my face
© Lisa Northrup ~ 3/29/2011
carry on tuesday

ABC - Letter J

Jeep CJ5
My Husbands New Passion
New engine, new transmission
New Paint Job

Flight of the Butterfly ~ Cinquain

Cinquain Poem using Photo Prompt

Fluttering Wings
Gracefully Flying Free
Flitting from Flower to Flower
Effortlessly and Gracefully
Landing Dropping Pollen
Bringing New Life
Each Time

© Lisa N ~ 3/26/2011

Six Word Saturday

(And I am sooooooooo excited!!!!)

Friday, March 25, 2011

New Love – Use These Words

Somewhere between my joy and fear
A young romance began
My tortured heart begins to mend
Enlightenment again

The jingle jangle of your words
Prestigious heart felt feelings
Your silvertongued vernacular
Like glitter on the ceiling

I’ve never had a life like this
A subway kind of ride
When two lives merge to be just one
Nothing better can be tried.

© Lisa N ~ 3/25/2011

New York – My New Chance (One Stop Poetry)

The city sprawls in front of me
As I look out at the view
I find myself bedazzled
Wonder if can this city be true

The lights that fill the buildings
Make the night sky glow as though
They’re diamonds that now offset
A sunset the color of Bordeaux

The city seems to spill out
In every imaginable direction
One building taller then the next
A magnificient collection

Can hardly wait for morning to come
A chance for a fresh new start
I’ve waited all my life it seems
Now finally I’ll exhibit of my art

© Lisa Northrup ~ 3/25/2011

The Catcher of Dreams (Friday 55)

image from
The night arrives with both
good and bad dreams.
The good dreams pass
unencumbered down and
out through the feathers.
Blessing the owner with
pleasant dreams!

What fears and other
forms of incubus
have been captured
in the suede lace of this
Indian Medicine Wheel?

Only the Dream Catcher
knows the answer to that question.

© Lisa Northrup ~ 3/25/2011

The Surprise - YA Novel Chapter 2

“Oh my Gosh, Max! Is that what I think it is?” I utter in almost a whisper. Max doesn’t answer me; he just continues staring straight ahead. When he finally does turn towards me and remove his hand from the steering wheel, they are shaking uncontrollably. “We have to get out and look!” he tells me. We both slowly open our doors and advance ever so slowly to the front of the car. Lying there, or rather sitting there in the middle of the lane is a car seat facing away from us. Only inches separate the black plastic of the seat and the bumper of the car. Max takes his final step and falls to his knees in front of the seat. Staring down at the seat, nothing can prepare either of us for what we see. Instead of a baby, strapped into the seat is a pair of size 24 mo jeans and pink and white sweatshirt with the words “Mommy’s Little Angel”. What I find most disturbing though is that lying on the ground, as though posed, are a pair of the smallest pink Nike tennis shoes I have ever seen. Each shoe holds a single pink lace sock that hangs limply over the heel tab. Max stands up next to me and while we are both relieved in one respect that there is not a child in the seat, the confusion is beginning to settle into our minds. What kind of sick joke is this? What kind of person who even think of something this horrific? Max reaches into his pocket for his cell phone and begins dialing . He pulls the phone away from his face and stares at it confused. “What’s wrong Max?” I ask him impatiently. “My phone doesn’t have any service. Now that cannot be right, I’ve made calls while driving down this lane a zillion times” he replies clearly annoyed. I walk back to the car and retrieve my own phone out of my new purse. I enter my security code and written clearly across the display is the words “No Service Available”. None of this is making any sense whatsoever and to be quite honest, this situation is starting to frighten me. Max comes up behind me, startling me half to death. He is holding the car seat in his right hand and I can see he has placed the tiny shoes in the bottom. “I think we should get out of here and drive to get some help!” his eyes pleading with me. Nodding my agreement I quickly slip into the front seat and buckle my seat belt. Max slides in next to me after securing the car seat in the back seat. The question before us is whether to continue on down the lane to my house or to turn around and head back toward town. This evening has turned strangely bizarre. I suggest that going to my house where my parents will be the voice of reason is the best plan of action. The drive seems to go on for an eternity. We pull into the circular driveway and are greeted by brilliant light from every window in the house. It’s 12:30 a.m., why would all the lights in the house be on?

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© Lisa N ~ 3/24/2011

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Perigee Moon Septolet

Perigee moon
rises March 19th
visibly larger.

Closest point
to the Earth

© Lisa N ~ 3/23/2011

Dilapidated History - 3WW

scarred and
dilapidated farm
houses stand alone on
two triangular plots of land.
Dual structures each with
complimentary parts.
History bursting
like a volley
of times

© Lisa Northrup ~ 3/23/2011

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Body Image Mismatch - One-Shot Wednesday

I look in the mirror
Yet who do I see
An image stares back
Is that really me?

I look back again
The apple I see
Is round like a pear
Is that really me?

I watch what I eat
Yet no change do I see
Nothing seems to be working
Is that really me?

Drastic turn I will take
So others don’t see
Binge and/or purge yet
Is that really me?

Others say I am Skinny
It’s not what I see
What I see is fat
Is that really me?

© Lisa Northrup ~ 3/22/2011

KISS - Poets Choice (PC) Acrostic Only

Keeping Things Simple

Is Difficult For Me

So Picking Easy

Solution You Suggested

© Lisa Northrup ~ 3/22/2011

Uprising - Around The World (ATW) Acrostic Only

Unruly Unrest
Political Posturing
Rising Rage
Ignited Insolence
Seeking Solace
Inspired Independence
New Nations
Gigantic Growth

© Lisa N ~ 3/22/2011

Spider Web - Nature Acrostic (N)

Spun Silk
Peeking Through
Intricate Pattern
Dangles Precariously
Efficiently Designed
Ready Now

Waiting Patiently
Eerily Still
Bug Landing
Snatches Prey

© Lisa Northrup ~ 3/22/2011

Monday, March 21, 2011

Swords at Cross

Blood Red Mounting
Swords At Cross
Memories of a Time Gone By

Tassel Dangling
Human Hair?
Questions ‘Bout a Time Gone By

Shield of Leather
Adorned with Silver
History from of a Time Gone By

© Lisa N - 3/21/2011

Sarcastic Octelle

I rear my ugly little head

Never welcome so it is said

Taunt you just for my own fun

Humor rarely seen as pun

Mocking makes me feel tall

Not concerned for you at all

I sneer and jest, a tear you shed

Was sarcastic until you bled



© Lisa N - 3/21/2011

The Bird Decor

Your hat is flat
So here I sit
My wings outstretch
I amost fit

I hold quite still

My colors the same
Will passersby
Enjoy my game

The answer comes
Quite quick I say
The next one by
Shoos me away.

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© Lisa N ~ 3/21/2011

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Monday’s Child #38 – Bunny One and Bunny Two

Bunny One and Bunny Two
Invited to Tea Today
Ms. Mary Sue and Top Hat Lou
Are Hosting This Fine Day

Bunny One and Bunny Two
Distracted On The Path
Failed To Arrive On Time For Tea
Concerned About The Wrath

Bunny One and Bunny Two
Find When They Do Arrive
The Party Goers Have All Left
The Tea Was Served At Five

© Lisa Northrup ~ 3/20/2011

Obsession Free Life

When you begin to obsess
There are things you can do
With help you can handle it
Here’s some guidelines for you

Step back, take a break
Go ahead and cry
Reach out to others
Stop wondering why

Stay clear of her problems
Let someone else do the dealing
Write down all your thoughts
Don’t deny what you’re feeling

Stop trying to control
The life of another
It changes who you are
As a wife and a mother

Live your own life
Seek help if it’s needed
Accept rather then judge
Like you’d want to be treated

Reward yourself for having
Obsession Free Days
Only you can change yourself
Your obsessive ways

Live life in the present
Only glance back at the past
This is very necessary
If you want this marriage to last

Let go of the anger
Let go of the pain
You’ve got nothing to lose
You’ve got everything to gain.

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© Lisa N. ~ (03/04/2002)

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Six Word Saturday


The Detour (Young Adult Novel Chapter 1)

It’s quarter until midnight and the full moon has made the world almost as bright as daylight. Max and I drive down the lane slowly, neither wanting the evening to end. Curfew is midnight and we don’t want to be late. My father grudgingly agreed to allow me to go out this evening. He still views me as his little princess even though I am 16 already.

I have waited for what seems like a lifetime for this night. I have secretly had a major crush on Max for almost all of my life but I didn’t think he even knew I existed. For as many years as I can count Max has been a friend of my brother James. James and Max were a year older than me. Day after day, Max would come and go from our home, breezing right past me as though I was invisible. I suppose I was, after all, “just” James’ kid sister Zada. When high school came along for me, I developed from that skinny little girl to a not unattractive young woman. This year when Max came over after football practice it was soon obvious that his interest lay somewhere other than Xbox and Mountain Dew. My parents adore Max. For many girls that would clearly be a turnoff, but for me I have never been into the “bad boy” phase. Max is just perfect in almost every way and amazingly he doesn’t seem to know it.

He holds my hand gently in his as he steers the car down the lane. My heart flutters with each touch and I lay my head back against the seat. The music plays softly and I feel completely lost in the moment. That is until I hear the squeal of the brakes and I am thrown forward in my seat, nearly hitting my head on the dash of the car. I turn to look at Max and he is pale as a ghost. I follow his gaze to the front of the car and there lying on the ground is what is sure to be a detour that is most definitely going to make me late for my curfew.
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© Lisa N ~ 3/18/2011

Friday, March 18, 2011

Short and Sweet 24 Syllables

Poems Of This Caliber
Difficult To Write
Short Poems Can Be Hard Yet
Sweet In Their Own Right

Being ~ Angry vs Forgiving

“Being Poem”
Angry Versus Forgiving

Being angry makes me feel
Tired ~ Frustrated ~ Irritable ~ Resentful
Hurt ~ Sad ~ Bitter ~ Childish
Petty ~ Sleepy ~ Defensive ~ Stubborn

Being forgiving makes me
A Better Person ~ Patient ~ Smarter
A Better Wife ~ A Better Mother
Less Impatient ~ Healthier ~ Happy

Being either of these makes me
Human ~ Normal ~ Average
Neither Right Nor Wrong
It Just Is

© Lisa N ~ (02/24/2005)

Sunset in the Cove

As the evening sky begins turning shades of blue and pale pink

I watch from my vantage point on the shoreline.

Patiently, as if in slow motion, the vessels return silently to the cove

that welcomes them back home.

Another amazing harvest and the crews are thankful for the gifts

which they have been provided.

© Lisa N ~ 3/18/2011

Five Question Friday

1. Have you ever testified in court? For what?

I have never testified in court.  Jury duty on several occasions but not as a witness.

2. Do you still have your wedding dress?

I actually do still have my wedding dress.

3. Is there a special place you like to go when you're happy, sad, stressed, etc.?

I like to walk or lose myself in a good fiction book.

4. If you have kids, do they sleep with you? If you don't have kids...will you let your kids sleep with you when/if you have them?
I believe children should sleep in there own bed.

5. Do you watch late night TV?

I like to watch Leno and occasionally Jimmy Fallon.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Luck Limerick

A Small Clover Leaf Of Green
With Powers That Are Unseen
Believe It Or Not
It’s Luck On The Spot
Let The Changes I Need Convene

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© Lisa N ~ 3/17/2011

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Waves of Life

I sit looking out at the gentle waves as they slowly make their way further up the sand on the beach. I wonder to myself how exactly my life has come to this point. How did so much of my life change in such a short period of time? I lean back against the dune and let my head fall back. Closing my eyes I let the salty sea breeze flow around me and through my hair. The wind is soft and provides a much desired cooling relief to my sun kissed cheeks. The streaks there become more evident as the air dried the tears that rolled across in the not so distant past. I look to the glass I hold in my hand. To the casual observer it looks as though it is just a cool drink but I know myself that it actually contains a tea of sorts, the Long Island variety to be exact. The potion is sweet and provides just the right prescription, giving just the right amount of mellow to allow the demons in my head to be silent, if only for a moment. I wonder to myself as I sit enjoying the view and serene vista in front of me, how long it will be before anything will tickle my fantasy again. What will it take for the laughter to return and the loss to fade into the background? I know that it is my responsibility to step up and step forward but as for today I believe I need to sit back and garner wisdom and strength.

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© Lisa N ~ 3/16/2011

Write A Letter Wednesday

Dear Em,

I believe you have received the call regarding the letter that was sent to you by Eny. Oh how I wonder what your reaction was? When I read it the first time I almost peed. This overdue letter had been in the queue forever. Are you going to take any action? Es Ter at the bank feels you are in the right. I believe any angry reply would fit to a tee, as well. You mustn’t just take this abuse. My assistance Vee can forward any calls to me. I am staying at the Double U Ranch. I expect to hear from you. Why don’t we just set a time to get together?


Z. End

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ABC Wednesday ~ Letter I


In His forgiveness

In His grace and majesty

In spite of myself


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© Lisa N ~ 3/16/2011

Monday, March 14, 2011


I Could Be (a) . . .

Mean Spirited

. . . If I Had The Money

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© Lisa N ~ 3/14/2011

Shamrock In Disguise

My Irish Eyes Are Shining
On Natures Purple Haze
Imagine What To My Surprise
My Blue Eyes Stopped To Gaze

Buried Deep Within The Plum
A Tendril Began To Grow
How Timely It’s Appearance
St. Patrick’s It Did Show

Arriving Unexpectedly
I Doubt That Is The Case
For Gods Great Beauty Never
Accidentally Shows Its Face

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© Lisa N ~ 3/14/2011

Sunday, March 13, 2011

The Great Sequoia

Nature’s Majesty

Grizzled Bark, Vaults to Heaven

Big Amazing Tree

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© Lisa N ~ 3/13/2011

Monday's Child #37 - Sweet Bella Brown

Illustration by Clara_Burd

Sweet Brown-Haired Little Bella Brown
Dressed in her Sunday Best
Traipses Gaily From House to House
Gifting A Floral Nest

Her gifts bring expected smiles
And wonderment galore
Looking all around for a clue
Pray tell what are these for

Quick as she came she disappears
She doesn’t mess around
Sweet Brown-Haired Little Bella Brown
Continues on her round

© Lisa N ~ 3/14/2011


Heat searing
Pulsing through
Driven to respond
Think twice
Or act without care
Ramifications worth the risk?

Friday, March 11, 2011

60 Word Ramble

What can I do to help reach this goal?
Will my simple words tip the scales?
I am stepping up and helping out.
Do not want to be why this goal fails.

Without a picture or a prompt

My mind is blank and scrambling
My heart felt wish as words are read
I do not sound like I am rambling


© Lisa N ~ 3/11/2011

Ugly & Beauty

When I think of ugly today what comes to my mind is not physical appearance that is deemed unattractive but rather behavior.  Those moments when you think that someone that you have a generally strong relationship chooses to behave in a seemingly unnecessary and hurtful manner, it is then that I find that to be “ugly”.  The utter shock and disappointment followed by the sense of betrayal send cold prickly feelings up and down your spine

The initial and most likely human response is hurt followed by anger.  What seems logical is to assume the victim mentality and begin arming yourself to fight back or at a minimum plan your retaliation.  It is at this crucial crossroad that you find yourself hovering at the edge of a precipice that defines you and your tolerance.

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© Lisa N ~ 3/11/2011
Can you step back and look at the behavior in calm and rational manner?  It is possible to spin the situation in a direction that would allow for belief that potentially what appeared as “ugly” may indeed be the actions of a true friend who is putting themselves on the line to provide you with “constructive criticism”.  What seems unseemly in the current light may be a rough and unpolished nugget that when handled properly may turn out to be a beautiful and worthy gem.