Wednesday, November 21, 2018

Resisting Arrest (A Poem for Day Twenty-One of PAD)

I've been writing on my own for this PAD challenge but thought I would post today. 

Here is the prompt for day twenty-oneFor today’s prompt, write a protest poem. These poems don’t have to be political (though that’s fine–just poem nicely). My 9-year-old protests taking showers every. single. time. A student may protest a grade, or a teacher may protest grading papers that don’t follow the instructions. That said, one fun way to attack this prompt may be to take a saying from a popular protest placard and make it the title of your poem (and then, write the poem).

Photo of toy on piano by Julia Freeman-Woolpert
Too Tired to Play

Resisting Arrest

Dog tracks line
the kitchen floor.
They smell of
blindness &
rotten teeth.
They lead to stains
of a future,
     buried, like her
cherished bone.

The dog rests
on the bedroom
floor, too tired
to make it to her
(death) bed,

too tired
to die today. 


Friday, November 2, 2018

Meet Me at Midnight (A Poem for Day Two of PAD)

I am participating in the November PAD Challenge, but I am not posting my poems everyday on my blog. 

For today, though, my poem is below.

Here is the prompt for day twoFor today’s prompt, write a darkest hour poem. Some people may think of midnight or the witching hour. Still others may picture those moments right before the sun starts gradually lighting up the sky. But the darkest hour could also be a moment in time that is psychological, metaphorical, or some-other-kind-of-cal. And remember the poem doesn’t have to be directly about your idea of the darkest hour; it could be set in it or refer to it.
Photo by Chris Randalls
Why Did We Wait?

Meet Me at Midnight

Waited all day,
every day,
for two or three
for your
to join you
in an exciting

was the day,
only it
was for
your burial,
no longer


Sunday, April 22, 2018

Not the Teacher's Pet (A Poem for Day Nineteen of PAD)

Here is the prompt copied from Poetic Asides for day nineteen: For today’s prompt, write a memory poem. Pick a memory, any memory. It can be a significant event, but sometimes there are beautiful insignificant moments (that ironically are very significant–quite the paradox). Mine your memories to come up with something good today.

Photo of Blackboard by Gary Scott
They Said It Was Me

Not the Teacher's Pet

Every time I sit
down to remember,
unruly schoolchildren
sneak in, wipe memories
from the blackboard,
place tacks upon teacher’s
seat, call her distasteful
names, tell her
it was all me, then snicker
when she makes me stay after
to atone
for their sins.


Procrastination Temptation (A Poem for Day Eighteen of PAD)

Here is the prompt  copied from Poetic Asides for day eighteen: For today’s prompt, write a temptation poem. Nearly everyone is tempted by something: fame, glory, money, chocolate. Today is the perfect day to give in to the temptation to write about your (or “a friend’s”) temptation. Also, I totally understand the temptation to write about The Temptations today.

Photo via Flickr by Rachel Fisher
I'll Write It Tomorrow

Procrastination Temptation

Take two
lines, call
a poet
in the morning,
when hope
the block,
of my head,
my pen.


Tuesday, April 17, 2018

The Husband That Never Was (A Poem for Day Seventeen of PAD)

Here is the prompt (for day seventeencopied from Poetic Asides: For experienced April PAD Challengers, today’s prompt will seem familiar. In fact, I kind of tipped my hand yesterday with my example poem of what today’s Two-for-Tuesday prompt would be.

For today’s Two-for-Tuesday prompt:
  1. Write a love poem.
  2. Write an anti-love poem.

Photo of Record Shop by Eurok
There's No Record of You and Me

The Husband That Never Was

We said “I do” a thousand times
under the scraggly
limbs of my neighbor’s
apple tree where I stepped
on a rusty nail the summer
we eloped before
we ever met.
You climbed the
blue fir tree up to the electrical
wires, then looked
down on me, smiled with only one side
of your mouth the way you do now
from across the way.
For our honeymoon, we ransacked
your mother’s bedroom, spread out
on the floor among some five hundred
"Jive Talking”
our wedding march.


Oxymoron (A Poem for Day Sixteen of PAD)

Here is the prompt (for day sixteencopied from Poetic Asides: For today’s prompt, write a favorite poem. Maybe that sounds a bit silly, but what I mean is to write a poem about something that’s your favorite. A favorite teacher. Favorite movie. Favorite ice cream flavor. I don’t know, because I have my own list of favorites. Only you can do you…and your favorites. Who knows? Maybe this will end up being your favorite prompt this month.

Photo of Beach by Daniel Mendiola
Sometimes My Favorite Place is the Beach


My favorite saying
is that I have
no favorites. I love
everything and
just the same . . .
any foods
meat and
spring time
by summertime
heat, and then
there’s those workers
who are underpaid
for the color
of their skin
or because
of their age.
I suppose
there’s another
thing, too. Scammers
who prey on
the emotions
of others
or take advantage
of lonely
elderly widows.
Karma is karma,
and whatever
they do
will come
right back
to them
butts in. Then karma’s
arrows will shoot
back to me to interfere
with my philosophy
to not take favorites
but instead
to favor
for their individuality

respect their 
on their 

     own life’s 


I Am a Mermaid (A Poem for Day Fifteen of PAD)

Here is the prompt (for day fifteencopied from Poetic Asides: For today’s prompt, write a metaphor poem. That is, write a poem built around a metaphor. Remember: Metaphors actually take on another object (like “I am a Tree” or “I am a Rock“). This is not to be confused with similes, which are like metaphors (for instance, “I am like a tree” or “I am like a rock”), but not quite. Dig? If so, then you are a shovel or spade or bulldozer. Now poem the heck out of metaphors today.

Photo of Forget-Me-Nots by Pedro Irizarry
Hold Me in Your Heart

I Am a Mermaid

But I don’t live
in the sea.
I flower from May
to September
when I add
a sweet touch
of color
to your garden.
Those who've
cultivated me
call me
a forget-me-not.
I’m easy to grow,
reliable, too—
you can count on me
to bloom and add cheer
to your life
when you’re feeling blue.


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