Thursday, April 26, 2012

On the Other Hand...

Today's prompt: Let your poem address the issue of why we tell stories.

We don't tell stories.
We are our stories, and they
tell us who we'll be.


Hilary said...

A lovely and true haiku. Nicely done.

Brian Miller said...

smiles...nice...i think we do have a part in the creative process of the stories...perhaps with our choices on which pages to read...smiles.

Gillian Olson said...

I like this a lot, well done.

Out on the prairie said...

Loved this, it made me think about tales I have percieved and been a part of.Native
Americans shared life heritage tales how they arrived into this world to compare their similarities and differences with other tribes.

Judith said...

LOVE this.
Simply put,
simply true.

Pauline said...

Thanks, Hilary - I love the different views we all have about who and what and why we are.

Ah Brian - I am always grateful that you read my pages and write your own so I can read them

Thanks for stopping by, Gillian :)

OOTP - perhaps it's my Native American blood that influences the way I feel

J - I always appreciate your comments :)

Barbara said...

Simple and true. Lovely!