Below is my Day Twenty-Eight poem for PAD.
2014
APRIL PAD CHALLENGE: DAY 28
For today’s
prompt, write a settled poem. Settled can be a good, relaxing thing; settled
can be an accepting something that wasn’t your first choice thing; settled can
be coming to a stop; settled can be pioneers in a strange land; and so on. With
only three days left, don’t settle for less than your best.
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| Don't Settle for a Poetry-Free Life |
(Un)Settled
Word-tied,
hands tired, metaphorical
milk carton nearly empty. Timer’s almost
boiled all the eggs in this poetical
basket, and the delivery man
won’t make trips to simile city
tonight. The sonnets resting on my cranium
can’t withstand the heat, so I’ve settled
for freestyle swimming through alphabet souped-
up poetry not making it from pen to paper.
milk carton nearly empty. Timer’s almost
boiled all the eggs in this poetical
basket, and the delivery man
won’t make trips to simile city
tonight. The sonnets resting on my cranium
can’t withstand the heat, so I’ve settled
for freestyle swimming through alphabet souped-
up poetry not making it from pen to paper.
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Oh, yes. I feel you girl. My brain is running in circles these days.
ReplyDeleteAh well, as long as we can "use" it in our work, right?
DeleteThanks for visiting! And hang in there. :-)
I absolutely love this, Linda. So descriptive, and soooo true.
ReplyDeleteFavorite:
"and the delivery man
won’t make trips to simile city
tonight."
And at first I read this:
"sonnets resting on my cranium"
as "sonnets resting on my quatrain"
Ha! ;)
Too funny! I like your version!
DeleteThank you, De!!! :-)