Here is the prompt for day twenty-one of the April PAD Challenge:
For today’s prompt, pick an object (any object), make it the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles could include: “Toothbrush,” “Rake,” “Pilot G2 Premium Gel Roller Pen,” or any number of other objective titles. Have fun with it.
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| A Gift from My Son |
Origami Bowl
Paper edges like boat sails,
red as the tips of bottle-
brush, paints my soul
on the desk from where stories
grow. Its contents,
the ocean
in roughened form—
a shard of green soda bottle,
edges smoothed by uncounted
licks of the sea,
a droplet of orphaned turquoise,
the start of a savings for my next
summer vacation
plunked down in coins, big
and small,
a broken seashell that fits
in the bend of my fingers,
a charm mirrored after
a swimming creature, blue
on one side,
my dreams on the other,
rub it
like a worry stone.
I thank my son
for his creation,
holding memories
while he grows tall,
and further away
from where he started,
a perfect piece
of unfolded paper,
floating out to sea
leaving me behind
on the hillside
with my garden.
red as the tips of bottle-
brush, paints my soul
on the desk from where stories
grow. Its contents,
the ocean
in roughened form—
a shard of green soda bottle,
edges smoothed by uncounted
licks of the sea,
a droplet of orphaned turquoise,
the start of a savings for my next
summer vacation
plunked down in coins, big
and small,
a broken seashell that fits
in the bend of my fingers,
a charm mirrored after
a swimming creature, blue
on one side,
my dreams on the other,
rub it
like a worry stone.
I thank my son
for his creation,
holding memories
while he grows tall,
and further away
from where he started,
a perfect piece
of unfolded paper,
floating out to sea
leaving me behind
on the hillside
with my garden.
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