Poetic Asides PAD Day 7 prompt: Write a “what if” poem.
Spring is Sprung
What if every day was like today,
with daffodils and hyacinths running riot
in every garden, dog walkers out
in full force, the tinkling sound
of wind chimes in the distance,
and preschoolers drawing their dreams
on the sidewalk with boldly colored
chalk. Would I ever get tired of the
sameness? Just try me!
Here it is already Day 19 of the Poetic Asides PAD Challenge, and I am hopelessly behind on the prompts, due to my total immersion in NaHaWriMo. But never fear, the sun is shining, and I feel the muse upon me. Think I’ll write (and post) some of the missing poetry today…
Day 6 prompt: Make the title “Don’t (blank), blank”.
Don’t Pull, Please
He tugs at his leash, impatient to be off.
There are dog scents and dandelions
to be sniffed, trails to be followed, and
new dogs to meet. As I hang on tightly
to my end of the leash, I once again
have to ask myself: who’s walking whom?
An oldie but goodie prompt today on Poetic Asides: Write a love (anti-love) poem. Not sure which this is…
On Riding Off Into the Sunset
You see, a sunset isn’t a one-time occurrence,
and then, there are sunsets, and sunset,
some more spectacular than others. Every day,
in fact, concludes with a sunset, just as every
new morning begins with a sunrise.
Today’s Poetic Asides prompt is to write about the big picture:
The Big Picture
A lifetime is up to 100 years
and within a year are 365 days
and within a day, 24 hours,
with 60 minutes to the hour
and 60 seconds to the minute,
and this is one of them.
I am hopelessly behind with my Poetic Asides PAD prompts, but I decided to write to today’s prompt anyway, and move forward from here, picking up those I can, when I can. A snapshot poem:
Somewhere someone is just waking
and someone is just falling asleep.
Someone is taking their first breath
and someone is breathing their last.
Someone is falling in love
for the first time
and someone is moving on.
People are walking, running, dreaming,
thinking, working, painting, talking,
or sitting in comfortable silence.
And I am writing about it.
Moving backwards, yesterday’s Poetic Asides PAD prompt was to write a profile poem. When my kids were in elementary school, they had to write a portrait poem every year, describing themselves, and I borrowed the idea.
the daughter of my parents
the mother of my children
the wife of my husband
the sister of my siblings
a dreamer, a thinker,
a reader, a writer,
a student, a teacher,
a poet, a haijin
neither young nor old
but somewhere in the middle
I use words as a tool
to figure things out
Day 5 of Poetic Asides PAD: Write a goofy poem OR write a serious poem. I went for… well, you decide!
don’t make sense
and some things
don’t have scents –
it just doesn’t compute
in dollars and cents!