[stylist] Writing exercise

[Lynda Lambert]

I had to read this a couple of times - the momentum was so fast as we zipped 
through the maze - it was fun!
I can see you have always had the image of a rainbow/colors in your work, 
Barbara.
And, it is so clear that you are a person who is playful and loves humor. 
Nice work.
Lynda
----- Original Message ----- 
From: "Jacobson, Shawn D" <Shawn.D.Jacobson at hud.gov>
To: "'Writer's Division Mailing List'" <stylist at nfbnet.org>
Sent: Wednesday, April 17, 2013 8:09 AM
Subject: Re: [stylist] Writing exercise


> Barbara
>
> Thanks for sharing, that was a fun and wondrous read.
>
> Shawn
>
> -----Original Message-----
> From: stylist [mailto:stylist-bounces at nfbnet.org] On Behalf Of Barbara 
> Hammel
> Sent: Tuesday, April 16, 2013 11:42 PM
> To: Writer's Division Mailing List
> Subject: Re: [stylist] Writing exercise
>
> I plan on doing another assignment but thought, since everyone else was 
> posting old stuff, I would too.
> Barbara
>
>  WHAT I DID ONE DAY
> By Barbara Hammel
>
> When I was just a little tyke
> I went one day upon my bike
> Across the grass of em'rald green
> That rain had just washed fresh and clean.
> And lo! Before my very eyes
> I saw a gently sloping rise.
> Twas all a mass of flowers bright
> Beneath the glow of summer's light.
> I pedaled slowly to the brink
> But I could not find any pink,
> For pink was what I loved the best
> So off I went without a rest
> Through perfumed waves of floral bliss,
> The scent was like a lover's kiss.
> I rode in silence what seemed hours
> Through all the rainbow-colored flow'rs.
> And at what seemed to be the top
> There I decided I would stop.
> I had not found a single bloom
> Of pink to deck our living room
> And looking down the other side
> I saw no pink so didn't ride.
> I went across the top instead
> Through vi'lets blue and roses red
> Through lilacs purple, orange mums
> And yellow-gold nasturtiums.
> Until at last I came to face
> The edge that dropped off into space.
> At least I thought it to be so
> For at my feet lay winter snow.
> I knew back then as just a child
> Snow could not be when summer smiled.
> I left my bike and went to stand
> Upon what seemed the edge of land.
> Then I knelt down to touch what lay
> Like snow upon this summer day.
> It was not cold like snow should be,
> But rather soft and cottony.
> So mystified I could not think,
> And I forgot about the pink,
> I sat right down at flowers' edge
> And put my feet down o'er the ledge.
> And then I pulled them up again
> And my eyes nearly popped out when
> I looked down through the hole I'd made
> And saw the yard in which I played.
> My sister Anne was playing there
> With sunbeams dancing in her hair
> A drop of rain fell on her head
> Then up at me she looked, and said,
> "My goodness! there is Abigail!
> How'd you get on the rainbow trail?"
> And as I waved, behold I spied
> Right to my left a silver slide,
> I grabbed my bike and without thought
> Of consequence that could be brought
> I pedaled off that flow'ry shore
> And down that silver slide I tore.
> I sped without a thought in brain
> For I was racing down the rain!
> I whooped and yelled as I drew near
> And Anne cried out, "Oh dear! oh dear!"
> But soft and gentle as spring show'rs
> I came to rest beside some flow'rs.
> And there I saw the reason why
> I'd climbed that path into the sky.
> For right beneath my very nose
> There grew a pink wild prairie rose.
>
>
>
> Writing free verse is like playing tennis with the net down.--Robert 
> Frost -----Original Message-----
> From: Bridgit Pollpeter
> Sent: Monday, April 15, 2013 2:18 AM
> To: stylist at nfbnet.org
> Subject: [stylist] Writing exercise
>
> Dude, we need some writing again, grin. Thanks to the poets who have been 
> gracing us with their poems, but we need more participation.
> Perhaps a writing exercise will include more of us and hopefully prompt 
> some sharing and discussion again.
>
> So... Let's see, hmmm... I've been reading a lot of fantasy lately, so how 
> about we all try our hand at some form of fantasy or at least magical 
> realism. It can be scary, suspenseful, set in our world or in another, can 
> be Tolkien-like or the polar opposite of Tolkien. Post your poems, fiction 
> and even nonfiction .
>
> Magical realism, BTW, doesn't necessarily have to have fantastical 
> characters or plots. Magical realism is essentially a heightened sense of 
> reality. So if fantasy or supernatural stories aren't your cup of tea, let 
> magical realism be your guide.
>
> Bridgit
>
>
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