{"id":92936,"date":"2021-06-26T16:20:43","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T20:20:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=92936"},"modified":"2021-06-26T16:22:20","modified_gmt":"2021-06-26T20:22:20","slug":"saint-norma-lee","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/saint-norma-lee\/","title":{"rendered":"Saint Norma Lee"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Prompts Hour Seven<\/h1>\n
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Saint Norma Lee<\/h1>\n

Norma Lee’s a square lady, a\u00a0carpenter’s saint.<\/p>\n

She’s never untrue, all things wrong in restraint.<\/p>\n

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If you’re wanting an icon of what’s rightful and true.<\/p>\n

Pray Saint Norma will guide you in all that you do.<\/p>\n

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She’ll not accept angles or angels of a differing degree<\/p>\n

greater or smaller than what right should be.<\/p>\n

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For conventional people, she’ll always be there.<\/p>\n

To keep things in line and everything square.<\/p>\n

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But, if you, in a round world, you find yourself slip.<\/p>\n

Don’t pray for Saint Norma, she’ll abandon your ship.<\/p>\n

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You might need to take courage in making new rules,<\/p>\n

You’ll need\u2014 pray obtusely to less linear fools.<\/p>\n

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And you’ll find you’re all right with things lesser than straight.<\/p>\n

You’ll learn that your world won’t always seem great.<\/p>\n

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You’ll be less inclined to seek Norma that often<\/p>\n

Yes, right angles are “perfect,” but it’s round things that soften.<\/p>\n

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\u00a0(Entry 1 of 2)<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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Malachi<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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mal-<\/p>\n

combining form<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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Definition of\u00a0mal-<\/em>\u00a0(Entry 2 of 2)<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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1<\/span>a<\/span><\/span>:\u00a0<\/strong>bad<\/span>mal<\/em>practice<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
b<\/span><\/span>:\u00a0<\/strong>badly<\/span>mal<\/em>odorous<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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2<\/span>a<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/header>\n
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Posted on\u00a0June 26, 2021 3:00pm EDT<\/a><\/span>\u00a0by\u00a0The Poetry Marathon<\/a><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<\/header>\n
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Text Prompt<\/strong><\/p>\n

Write a poem exploring the word normal. It could be in the context of pre-pandemic life and the present, how normal needs to be better,or about how normal has always been different within your family. Any interpretation or interaction with the word normal, works as a response to this prompt.
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Idea contributed by Shirley Durr.<\/em><\/p>\n

Image Prompt<\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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