Day 29: prompt: title your poem "Never (blank)" with you filling in the blank with a word or phrase. Then, write a poem based off your title
Never Write Poetry on the Train
Never write poems on the train
Because people look over your shoulder
And paper falls out of your folder
Your handwriting looks like you were in pain
As the train shakes
Or hits the brakes
Thoughts are disrupted by chatter
Good ideas form, then shatter.
And just as you are about to be brilliant,
You have to stop and dig out your ticket.
Day 30 prompt: A farewell poem
Yes I cheated by using a haiku but I completed the challenge!!
Farewell Winter
Winter has left us.
So long, big winter jacket
And mountains of snow.
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Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
PAD Day 27 & 28 - FINALLY!
Day 27 prompt: a poem of longing
To walk in the footsteps of those who came before.
To hear the voice above the whisper that comes from the turn of each page.
To feel that need to cross vast oceans
To see the faces that would all become mine
To know them
- Thus better know myself.
Day 28 prompt: A sestina - You pick 6 words, rotate them as the end words in 6 stanzas and then include 2 per of the words per line in your final stanza.
**the other option was to write a poem ABOUT a sestina. Since I was trying to squeeze them all in I wimped out on this one. Hope to tackle it someday soon...
Oh sestina, you break my heart
But not for you, I would be a part
Of the group that wrote a poem a day,
Or at least wrote 30 by the 1st of May.
I stared at the page until my eyes were dry.
If I wanted to, I could not cry.
But wait these words - they rhyme.
So I created a poem just in time!
To walk in the footsteps of those who came before.
To hear the voice above the whisper that comes from the turn of each page.
To feel that need to cross vast oceans
To see the faces that would all become mine
To know them
- Thus better know myself.
Day 28 prompt: A sestina - You pick 6 words, rotate them as the end words in 6 stanzas and then include 2 per of the words per line in your final stanza.
**the other option was to write a poem ABOUT a sestina. Since I was trying to squeeze them all in I wimped out on this one. Hope to tackle it someday soon...
Oh sestina, you break my heart
But not for you, I would be a part
Of the group that wrote a poem a day,
Or at least wrote 30 by the 1st of May.
I stared at the page until my eyes were dry.
If I wanted to, I could not cry.
But wait these words - they rhyme.
So I created a poem just in time!
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
PAD day 25 & 26
Day 25 prompt: an event
So much happened to give us this moment.
So much more will happen after.
But this is when I take your hand
And pledge my life is yours.
Though it was true long before
This day we chose to stand
Before our friends.
Sharing tears and laughter.
Day 26 prompt: a poem about miscommunication
The awful troll sat on the ledge,
That overlooks the ugly hedge.
I said I wanted a garden gnome.
And a tiny garden outside my home.
You were trying to help when you bought me this.
How could I tell you it was such a miss?
I guess you knew.
- Or you hated it too.
Because soon the troll was gone.
And the first gnome appeared on the lawn.
Then the bush went,
And flowers were sent.
If it ended there it would have been fine.
Since this is what I wanted, and now it was mine.
But the garden has grown,
Taken on a life of its own.
This alone might be pretty.
But I’ve also been taken over by a gnome city!
So much happened to give us this moment.
So much more will happen after.
But this is when I take your hand
And pledge my life is yours.
Though it was true long before
This day we chose to stand
Before our friends.
Sharing tears and laughter.
Day 26 prompt: a poem about miscommunication
The awful troll sat on the ledge,
That overlooks the ugly hedge.
I said I wanted a garden gnome.
And a tiny garden outside my home.
You were trying to help when you bought me this.
How could I tell you it was such a miss?
I guess you knew.
- Or you hated it too.
Because soon the troll was gone.
And the first gnome appeared on the lawn.
Then the bush went,
And flowers were sent.
If it ended there it would have been fine.
Since this is what I wanted, and now it was mine.
But the garden has grown,
Taken on a life of its own.
This alone might be pretty.
But I’ve also been taken over by a gnome city!
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
PAD - Days 23 & 24
Day 23: A poem about regret
Different choices
Different voices
I should have followed.
This is what I allowed
To happen to me,
Because I couldn’t see
It would lead to sadness.
Day 24: a poem about travel
I had arrived.
The place of my dreams.
It had waited for me
-To share its history.
It had always been a mystery.
Why this place called to me
From far across the sea
Have I been here before?
Though I’ve never left my own shore.
Different choices
Different voices
I should have followed.
This is what I allowed
To happen to me,
Because I couldn’t see
It would lead to sadness.
Day 24: a poem about travel
I had arrived.
The place of my dreams.
It had waited for me
-To share its history.
It had always been a mystery.
Why this place called to me
From far across the sea
Have I been here before?
Though I’ve never left my own shore.
Friday, May 15, 2009
PAD Day 21 & 22
Day 21 prompt: haiku
Prompt Day 22: Work related poem
Spring here – FINALLY!
Birds can sing, flowers can bloom
Prompt Day 22: Work related poem
It’s always something.
No it’s another.
Oh wait that to is wrong.
Driving me crazy, what would happen if I sing?
Would they call my mother?
Because my husband would just sing along.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
PAD - Day 19 & 20
Day 19 prompt: write an angry poem
I took you in when you had nothing
To give you your chance to shine
Yet now you are still covered in dust
Waiting for someone to bathe you in light
The more I help – the more you want
Still not glowing yourself
So here it must end
With more tears to be shed
As I break my heart
- to save yours
Day 20 prompt: write a poem about rebirth
Flowers blossom and birds sing,
This reminds me of so many things.
- Memories of longer days
Hearing what nature has to say.
The cold death of winter is no more.
I watch the world return to life
The greenest grass comforts the soul that is sore
And the warmth of the sun erases strife
I took you in when you had nothing
To give you your chance to shine
Yet now you are still covered in dust
Waiting for someone to bathe you in light
The more I help – the more you want
Still not glowing yourself
So here it must end
With more tears to be shed
As I break my heart
- to save yours
Day 20 prompt: write a poem about rebirth
Flowers blossom and birds sing,
This reminds me of so many things.
- Memories of longer days
Hearing what nature has to say.
The cold death of winter is no more.
I watch the world return to life
The greenest grass comforts the soul that is sore
And the warmth of the sun erases strife
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Poem A Day - Day 17 & 18
Day 17 Prompt: finish the phrase "All I want is ____"
All I want is time
- To knit one more stitch
- To shed one more tear
- To watch one more pitch
- One more giggle with fear
We put off ‘til tomorrow
What we want to do now
Thinking those things less important
Then we are filled with sorrow
As we approach our final bow
So many dreams not followed
Day 18 Prompt: poem with an interaction of some sort
“Hello,” said the voice.
At first it was slow and only a whisper.
Then it grew louder,
And also much quicker
“We thought we could wait,
But we were wrong.
The evil magic has grown very strong.”
He was dressed as a dragon but really a wizard.
They thought he’d be more persuasive this way.
They must’ve been right,
Because I agreed to fight
And help save the day.
It helped when he told me I was born to this magic.
Then I remembered he was right and the loss had been tragic.
The knowledge had been buried deep in my mind.
For a lifetime or more I waited for a sign,
And now could reclaim what had been mine.
All I want is time
- To knit one more stitch
- To shed one more tear
- To watch one more pitch
- One more giggle with fear
We put off ‘til tomorrow
What we want to do now
Thinking those things less important
Then we are filled with sorrow
As we approach our final bow
So many dreams not followed
Day 18 Prompt: poem with an interaction of some sort
“Hello,” said the voice.
At first it was slow and only a whisper.
Then it grew louder,
And also much quicker
“We thought we could wait,
But we were wrong.
The evil magic has grown very strong.”
He was dressed as a dragon but really a wizard.
They thought he’d be more persuasive this way.
They must’ve been right,
Because I agreed to fight
And help save the day.
It helped when he told me I was born to this magic.
Then I remembered he was right and the loss had been tragic.
The knowledge had been buried deep in my mind.
For a lifetime or more I waited for a sign,
And now could reclaim what had been mine.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Poem A Day 15 & 16
Day 15 prompt: Take a favorite poem, alter the title and write a poem using your new title
http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides/
Where Does the Sidewalk End?
I was told to go this way ‘til I could go no more.
But now I’ve been walking since many years before.
Who knew that concrete covered so much of this earth?
I’ve missed my children and grandchildren’s birth!
My knees and my back are starting to bend.
Where, oh where does this sidewalk end?
Day 16 prompt: color
Blue is blue and
Green is green
But what the heck does that mean?
Black is dark
Yet absence of color
Purple the mark
Of royalty and peace
An interesting pairing
- To say the least.
Silver and gold sparkle and shine
The beautiful necklace that’s only mine
Red can be anger or sacrifice
Color is you and what you have seen.
http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides/
Where Does the Sidewalk End?
I was told to go this way ‘til I could go no more.
But now I’ve been walking since many years before.
Who knew that concrete covered so much of this earth?
I’ve missed my children and grandchildren’s birth!
My knees and my back are starting to bend.
Where, oh where does this sidewalk end?
Day 16 prompt: color
Blue is blue and
Green is green
But what the heck does that mean?
Black is dark
Yet absence of color
Purple the mark
Of royalty and peace
An interesting pairing
- To say the least.
Silver and gold sparkle and shine
The beautiful necklace that’s only mine
Red can be anger or sacrifice
Color is you and what you have seen.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
pad 13 & 14
Day 13 prompt: a hobby
Genealogy
I want to tell the stories of those who came before,
All the people who make me who I am.
Pictures and papers with so much in store,
Waiting for me to open the dam.
Taking what I know of dates and places
- Bringing them to life and giving them faces.
Those who didn’t have voices before
Now whisper to me,
Making me want to search more.
Day 14 prompt: love poem
Through the mist I see your face.
It guides me to peace
- Away from this place.
You touch me across great divides.
I reach back and know
There is nothing to hide.
We fit together so well
- Like missing pieces.
The shining moon
The glowing sun
Taking turns
As we have
In lifetimes before.
http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides/
Genealogy
I want to tell the stories of those who came before,
All the people who make me who I am.
Pictures and papers with so much in store,
Waiting for me to open the dam.
Taking what I know of dates and places
- Bringing them to life and giving them faces.
Those who didn’t have voices before
Now whisper to me,
Making me want to search more.
Day 14 prompt: love poem
Through the mist I see your face.
It guides me to peace
- Away from this place.
You touch me across great divides.
I reach back and know
There is nothing to hide.
We fit together so well
- Like missing pieces.
The shining moon
The glowing sun
Taking turns
As we have
In lifetimes before.
http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides/
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
PAD day 11 & 12
Day ll prompt: an object
The notebook is small and wire bound.
When I open it there’s a weird sound.
Its cover is a peaceful green,
With letters P, A and D
And the numbers 2009.
Most know nothing of what it means
And that’s just fine with me,
Since the poems are only mine.
Not the best of my work,
So if someone read them I’d feel like a jerk.
Day 12 prompt So we decided to (blank)
So we decided to invite other classes
Two decades ago we crossed the stage.
And our lives began a whole new page.
We slowly lost touch and went our own ways.
Then some of us began to wonder
How old friends now spend there days.
Time to plan a reunion for friends far and wide,
But then we remembered what happened last time.
Our class was small,
We could never fill a hall.
And we had friends who came before and after, all
Who we wanted to see.
That’s how the idea came to be.
Prompts at http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides/
The notebook is small and wire bound.
When I open it there’s a weird sound.
Its cover is a peaceful green,
With letters P, A and D
And the numbers 2009.
Most know nothing of what it means
And that’s just fine with me,
Since the poems are only mine.
Not the best of my work,
So if someone read them I’d feel like a jerk.
Day 12 prompt So we decided to (blank)
So we decided to invite other classes
Two decades ago we crossed the stage.
And our lives began a whole new page.
We slowly lost touch and went our own ways.
Then some of us began to wonder
How old friends now spend there days.
Time to plan a reunion for friends far and wide,
But then we remembered what happened last time.
Our class was small,
We could never fill a hall.
And we had friends who came before and after, all
Who we wanted to see.
That’s how the idea came to be.
Prompts at http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides/
Friday, April 17, 2009
PAD day 10
Prompt: Friday
Yes I realize the irony that I posted this on Friday. But it was a different Friday! :-)
I didn’t write this on Friday since I ran out of time.
The amount of work I had should be considered a crime.
Word was out that Wednesday was tax day,
There wasn’t much time to play.
Being busy did make time fly,
Though I still counted minutes until 5 o’clock came.
I put on my coat and was out the door
With a silent wish that Monday wouldn’t be the same.
Prompts from http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides/default.aspx
Yes I realize the irony that I posted this on Friday. But it was a different Friday! :-)
I didn’t write this on Friday since I ran out of time.
The amount of work I had should be considered a crime.
Word was out that Wednesday was tax day,
There wasn’t much time to play.
Being busy did make time fly,
Though I still counted minutes until 5 o’clock came.
I put on my coat and was out the door
With a silent wish that Monday wouldn’t be the same.
Prompts from http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides/default.aspx
Thursday, April 16, 2009
PAD Day 8 & 9
Prompts: A routine Day 8 and a memory Day 9
The best routine is the lack of one.
Yet every morning it reappears.
One foot out of bed then the other,
One sock on then another.
In the bathroom I wash my face,
Everything I need is in its place.
My breakfast comes with me on the go.
Here comes the train, no surprise it’s moving slow.
Maybe it’s a sign
The strongest memory I have
Is the arrival
Of a child that isn’t mine.
I was the first to see the little fingers and tiny toes.
It was then I realized I wanted one of those.
There were four in the room,
Then suddenly five.
Visit the blog at http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides/default.aspx for some great poetry
The best routine is the lack of one.
Yet every morning it reappears.
One foot out of bed then the other,
One sock on then another.
In the bathroom I wash my face,
Everything I need is in its place.
My breakfast comes with me on the go.
Here comes the train, no surprise it’s moving slow.
Maybe it’s a sign
The strongest memory I have
Is the arrival
Of a child that isn’t mine.
I was the first to see the little fingers and tiny toes.
It was then I realized I wanted one of those.
There were four in the room,
Then suddenly five.
Visit the blog at http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides/default.aspx for some great poetry
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Poem A Day - days 5 & 7
Cliffs of Moher
Peering over the edge of the world,
The swirling water below
I feel smaller than a pebble
My troubles a grain of sand.
Majestically the cliffs have stood for centuries
As the tide has ebbed and flowed.
Even at the calmest moments,
As the sun brightly shines
The wind whirls around them causing visitors to shiver
Giving an understanding of how they formed.
Prompt: Landmark http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides/CommentView,guid,19d56087-4047-4589-b39b-995e90466679.aspx
The prompt for Day 7 was clean or dirty (pick one) I chose both since mine were kind of lame
Cheerful and sparkling
Like new fallen snow,
Except when you have a dog, but that’s another poem.
All the scrubbing
Nicely pays off.
Disgusting and
Icky are used to describe things that
Really need a good scrubbing.
Trust me the cost of soap is worth it, since
You don’t want someone looking at your things and saying Yucky!
Prompt
http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides/CommentView,guid,6adf3a47-70b2-4534-b886-9084d22766dc.aspx
Peering over the edge of the world,
The swirling water below
I feel smaller than a pebble
My troubles a grain of sand.
Majestically the cliffs have stood for centuries
As the tide has ebbed and flowed.
Even at the calmest moments,
As the sun brightly shines
The wind whirls around them causing visitors to shiver
Giving an understanding of how they formed.
Prompt: Landmark http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides/CommentView,guid,19d56087-4047-4589-b39b-995e90466679.aspx
The prompt for Day 7 was clean or dirty (pick one) I chose both since mine were kind of lame
Cheerful and sparkling
Like new fallen snow,
Except when you have a dog, but that’s another poem.
All the scrubbing
Nicely pays off.
Disgusting and
Icky are used to describe things that
Really need a good scrubbing.
Trust me the cost of soap is worth it, since
You don’t want someone looking at your things and saying Yucky!
Prompt
http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides/CommentView,guid,6adf3a47-70b2-4534-b886-9084d22766dc.aspx
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Poem A Day - Days 3 & 4
Day 3
Prompt: The problem with (blank)
http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides/April+PAD+Challenge+Day+3.aspx
The Problem With Dragons
The villagers cowered with fright,
As the dragon flew over head – its breath aflame.
Each night the villagers looked to each other –
They wondered who was to blame.
For it was known that dragons only torment the truly evil
Or ones who call them for sinister gain.
Then one day it simply didn’t return.
Was an ignorance of dragons something someone could feign?
Or was it mere coincidence that brought this cruel fate?
The villagers ever after remained suspicious.
So perhaps the dragon succeeded in being there undoing?
Day 4 Prompt: Animal
http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides/April+PAD+Challenge++Day+4.aspx
Dragon
Each night the dragon flew over the village,
Only to find every window and door shuttered.
“It’s always the same” the poor creature thought.
He just wanted a friend perhaps someone to love
Instead he was viewed as a menace above.
He was only searching for someone who knew
The true nature of dragons and why they flew.
In time he realized this village was wrong.
To another place he moved before long.
Prompt: The problem with (blank)
http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides/April+PAD+Challenge+Day+3.aspx
The Problem With Dragons
The villagers cowered with fright,
As the dragon flew over head – its breath aflame.
Each night the villagers looked to each other –
They wondered who was to blame.
For it was known that dragons only torment the truly evil
Or ones who call them for sinister gain.
Then one day it simply didn’t return.
Was an ignorance of dragons something someone could feign?
Or was it mere coincidence that brought this cruel fate?
The villagers ever after remained suspicious.
So perhaps the dragon succeeded in being there undoing?
Day 4 Prompt: Animal
http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides/April+PAD+Challenge++Day+4.aspx
Dragon
Each night the dragon flew over the village,
Only to find every window and door shuttered.
“It’s always the same” the poor creature thought.
He just wanted a friend perhaps someone to love
Instead he was viewed as a menace above.
He was only searching for someone who knew
The true nature of dragons and why they flew.
In time he realized this village was wrong.
To another place he moved before long.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Poem a Day - Day 2
Todays prompt: Outsider
I am but a shadow of who I was,
Retracing the footsteps of all my yesterdays.
I speak to loved ones.
They do not hear
I reach for them.
They do not see.
I give the love I held back a moment to long.
They do not feel.
There was always tomorrow,
And then it was gone.
http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides/CommentView,guid,06f8d399-1961-42e0-8e87-02e2ccf05e5d.aspx
I am but a shadow of who I was,
Retracing the footsteps of all my yesterdays.
I speak to loved ones.
They do not hear
I reach for them.
They do not see.
I give the love I held back a moment to long.
They do not feel.
There was always tomorrow,
And then it was gone.
http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides/CommentView,guid,06f8d399-1961-42e0-8e87-02e2ccf05e5d.aspx
April Fool?
April is National Poetry month! Once again Robert at Poetic Asides http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides/ is hosting the Poem a Day challenge. After making it about half way last year, I've decided to publicly comit to getting all the way through this year! So let's begin with the Day 1 theme - Origins http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides/CommentView,guid,b18860be-3ebe-4e64-a847-39f454bc420e.aspx
My Emerald Isle
Standing at the shore
Looking through the mist of time,
I realize that this is where I began.
Though I’ve never been here,
This is where I’m home.
The ancestral voices whisper to me,
Giving me strength to move forward.
See you tomorrow!
My Emerald Isle
Standing at the shore
Looking through the mist of time,
I realize that this is where I began.
Though I’ve never been here,
This is where I’m home.
The ancestral voices whisper to me,
Giving me strength to move forward.
See you tomorrow!
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