Yeah, I should have gone with the other prompt. I tried to write a sonnet. I've been tweaking and tweaking . . . and I'm tired.
So even though it needs more tweaking, I'm sleeping before my body is tweaking.
Here are the prompts for day eleven of the April PAD Challenge:
- Write a sonnet. (Click here if you need a refresher on sonnets.) I know some folks will say a writing a form is not a prompt, but I often use forms to prompt me into poems. And I know that some folks will say they hate traditional forms. Soooo, the other prompt is to…
- Write an anti-form poem. Write about your dislike of poetic forms. Let it all out.
|He's Somewhere out There|
His face turned up on the six o’clock news,
his stolen yacht retrieved from Santa Cruz.
The only signs a struggle had ensued,
his dull pocket knife and torn bloodied shoes.
I’d overheard him tell his senile folks,
he’d rather live without me by his side.
I begged him to stay, yet he vowed to go—
crushed my frail heart, said I wasn’t his bride.
But then he went missing and I cried out
my eyes—I was convinced he'd surely died.
Though he’d wounded me, I still loved the lout.
I never wanted to see him graveside.
Now I wonder—was it all just a ruse
to dump me because he lacked an excuse?