Windstorm Illusions (a Poem for Day Twenty-Nine of PAD)

Hey, did you notice I skipped Day Twenty-Eight? I hope to get back to it, but for now, my Day Twenty-Nine poem is below. Only two left to write and I will have completed the challenge!

This one fits into the realism category, I suppose. It's what I see when I watch things flying around in the wind.

The prompt for Day Twenty-Nine of PAD:

• Write a realism poem. A poem that is rooted in the real world. Or…
• Write a magical poem. A poem that incorporates magical or fantastical elements.

Wind's Performance Is Captivating

Windstorm Illusions

Cardboard soars on lilting gusts
of dust made from departed friends,
                        flapping
            wings                  carrying
un-feathered                            short-billed
            crow across gasoline stream,
                        landing
across the way where two paper bags
perform contact improvisation, butting edges
and then rolling along where stony-faced drivers
drop offspring off for a day of inclement weather,
                        multi-colored
            grasses                        dance
                        on hillside,
creating mirage of ocean waves, making life
in the desert an ever-moving symphony of sight


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Naïve or Optimistic? (A Poem for Day Twenty-Seven of PAD)

I admit it. I have trouble seeing the bad in people. I have trouble believing monsters exist. Wishful thinking, I guess.

The Day Twenty-Seven prompt for PAD:

For today’s prompt, write a monster poem. There are the usual suspects: zombies, vampires, werewolves, and mummies. But monsters can take any form and terrorize a variety of victims. So have fun playing around with this one, because we’ve only got a few days of April left.

Is It so Terrible to See Goodness in Everything?

Naïve or Optimistic?

Monsters don’t exist
inside her world, taken in
with cheery eyes. Lying
to herself keeps her
smiling. Honest.

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Filled with Tears When You're Gone (a Poem for Day Twenty-Six of PAD)

My poem for Day Twenty-Six is below.

The Day 26 prompt for PAD:

For today’s prompt, write a water poem. Life depends upon water, so there are any number of ways to write this prompt. A few thoughts that jump to mind include pollution, rising water levels, hurricanes, fracking, and more.

Her Life Ripples On

Filled with Tears When You’re Gone

She thought it would be better
to disintegrate into bubbles
instead of spending eternity
inside a box. Floating downstream,
                                    s
                                      ink
                                          i
                                           n
                                         g
to slippery floor where visitors
would dip tired feet, wade across
                                    to the
                                         other
                                    side,
gain sustenance from refreshment
offered by cool ripples
                        her
       body would
            be-
   come


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