It is totally against all odds that I finished another PAD challenge, and on time too! What with the holidays, lots of company, and the general fatigue that sets in after four consecutive weeks of daily poeming, I was on the verge of abandoning the Poetic Asides PAD Challenge several times. But I am glad to say that unlike this past April, I persevered, and if I can’t say I love every last one of my poems, at least I can say that they stretched me in many ways. I experimented with a number of different forms, including: epigraph poems, triolets, a bell curve Fibonacci, a monotetra, a tanka, a shadorma, a blitz poem, a bop, a Collom lune, a higgledy-piggledy, a limerick, a sevenling, tercet and a quatraine cascade poems, free form and prose poetry, a four and twenty, and skeltonic verse.
Today’s prompt was to write an “against all odds” poem. I went with a one-line haiku (or monoku, as they are sometimes called):
against all odds cherry blossoms
Today was a “Two for Tuesday” prompt on Poetic Asides, to either write an evening poem or a day-time poem. I went with an evening haiku.
the sound of geese
coming and going
Today’s Poetic Asides prompt is to write a poem with the title: “(blank) story”. I wrote a free form poem, which I suppose is a poetic form of sorts:
Perhaps they met at a party,
their eyes locking across the room
or were introduced by friends
or stumbled into each other in a bookstore
a crowded elevator or a classroom.
Perhaps she wore her heart on a sleeve
or was standoffish or didn’t even notice him
at all at first, while he was on the rebound
from a failed romance or had never been in love
before or had been in love with her for months
or years or minutes. However it happened
here they are, married, thirty-two years later,
with three kids, two cats, and a house in the ‘burbs,
still telling their story.
Yesterday’s Poetic Asides prompt was to write a tribute poem. I went with a four and twenty:
For Mom and Dad
when we go around the table
you will always be
at the top of my list
Today’s Poetic Asides prompt was to write a good old days poem. I went with another Collom Lune:
we reminisce about
the good old days, while
checking our email
Yesterday’s Poetic Asides prompt was to write a consumption poem. In the interests of catching up, and finishing the challenge on time, I picked one of the shortest forms I know: a Collum Lune. The only rules are that the poem contain three lines, and 3/5/3 words.
we eat until
we can eat no more…
then eat more
Although I’d like to think that I don’t write solely for validation, it is always sweet to learn that a haiku of mine has placed well in a competition, or has been accepted to a journal. It tells me that my words (and thoughts and feelings) have resonated with someone else. After all, isn’t that what writing is really about? I was proud to have one of my haiku receive Third Prize, in the 16th Kusamakura Haiku Competition, alongside the haiku of many other haijin I have come to admire.
tracing the edges
of her name