March 21, 2017
A poem can be
That sings until you care.
Demanding that you dare.
That makes you feel and stirs a need to know.
That shines through night
And leaves a golden glow.
Andria W. Rosenbaum/ all rights
January 27, 2017
Whispering wind, whisper to me
Open my eyes
For it could have been me,
Counted and numbered and stripped of dignity
To think, that it could have been me.
Children were lost, before they could dream,
Visions were shattered by yesterday's screams.
Battered and beaten and strewn about as waste,
Disposed of in schedule haste.
Ages of dusk
Over the pits, the breeze gently blows,
Six million stars sent up in s m o k e,
Six million souls yet
Stories I hear
Pictures I see
All blend together in Death's imagery
I will remember their whispering plea,
I know …it could happen to me.
Andria Warmflash Rosenbaum/all rights reserved
January 4, 2017
The moon hangs high in boundless sky,
Its light a friendly sight,
Its faithful glow will always show,
It soldiers every night.
With dreams so near and hopes sincere,
Your cares will lift away--
To unicorns with painted horns,
Who guard as children play.
So lay your head upon your bed.
Relax your legs and arms.
Without a doubt
You're sheltered from all harm.
(c)2017 Andria W. Rosenbaum/ all rights reserved
November 27, 2016
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October 21, 2016
One destroys. One inspires.
Hate begins as a tiny black seed with angry red eyes. You wouldn't think much of it. You may not even notice it at first. But Hate can not exist alone. Hate is hungry. Ravenous. Insatiable. It feeds on fear. The more fear it creates, the bigger and (more…)
March 10, 2016
Picture books are meant to be read out loud. They're made to be read to children.
But how many times have you pressed SEND then noticed a glaring problem
with your prose on your next read? Here's a tip to put into practice before your next
submission. STOP. Pull out your smart phone and record yourself reading your
manuscript. (Yes, there's an App for that!) Then play it back and LISTEN:
Does the structure stumble?
Are your descriptions fresh and fun?
Do your characters pop off the page, or fall down flat?
Does the plot move forward, or meander?
Does your dialogue trip the tongue, or flow naturally?
Do your words …sing?
Listening allows you to take a step back and be objective about your word choices.
A recording lets you to hear what's working and what's not. And who doesn't
love listening to someone else read?
March 10, 2016
Sun's shift seems slight,
winking at Earth,
warming the wind,
bathing the ground
calling on green to
enter the scene.
©Andria W. Rosenbaum
September 21, 2015
Summer left us
Packed her bags...her green...her light.
Fall moved in
With brown and breeze,
Grass and trees.
Andria W. Rosenbaum/all rights reserved
May 8, 2015
I will be a bee,
busy with buzzing,
focused on finding
the sweet treat of nectar, waiting within
Andria W. Rosenbaum/ all rights reserved