Here is the prompt for day twenty-five of the PAD Challenge:
It’s time for that final two-for-Tuesday prompt of April. Regulars
probably already know what the prompt is.
Here are the two prompts for
today:
- Write
a love poem. The
poem could be about lovers, but also the love of family, love between
friends, or even loving your job, chocolate, or music. Or…
- Write an anti-love poem. Maybe you’re a hater; that’s fine. We’ve got the anti-love poem prompt for you.
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Left Behind
You speak
to animals,
but you don’t tell me
what they say.
You are
as dangerous
as dry ice.
You scrape
away
my childlike hide,
and go seek
dilly-dallying
alone
inside a yurt
with dirt
for your bed.
You’re a shipwreck
waiting to happen
on the imaginary
You speak
to animals,
but you don’t tell me
what they say.
You are
as dangerous
as dry ice.
You scrape
away
my childlike hide,
and go seek
dilly-dallying
alone
inside a yurt
with dirt
for your bed.
You’re a shipwreck
waiting to happen
on the imaginary
riversides
of Cathedral City.
You’ve set
twelve thousand
goals,
but never attained
one.
You are
the moaning
reverberations
of a brass gong
and
the cry
of a sitar
all rolled into one.
You gallop
like the beats
of a tongue
drum.
You said
you would always
be my
sleep doctor.
You held
my hand,
shared
the sunrise on the crest
of Mount Batur.
You’ve set
twelve thousand
goals,
but never attained
one.
You are
the moaning
reverberations
of a brass gong
and
the cry
of a sitar
all rolled into one.
You gallop
like the beats
of a tongue
drum.
You said
you would always
be my
sleep doctor.
You held
my hand,
shared
the sunrise on the crest
of Mount Batur.
Then,
you jumped
off a cliff,
left me alone,
said you had
better things
to see,
had to do it
on your own.
So now,
you sit
on my shelf,
a thematic dictionary,
defining
the ensuing
death
and after-
life
of my heart.
you jumped
off a cliff,
left me alone,
said you had
better things
to see,
had to do it
on your own.
So now,
you sit
on my shelf,
a thematic dictionary,
defining
the ensuing
death
and after-
life
of my heart.
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