frosted blossoms have withered
pink petals drifting
on a breeze too late to save
their promise of abundance.
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Write a Poem About Growing
#AprilPrompts – Day 6 – Growing – #Children | Donna L Sadd.
Here in western Colorado, spring is brutal, dramatic, and irresistable. I can’t leave it alone as a subject. So here’s my poem about growing:
Growing
Through a rotting
tangle of last year’s
pale blades,
new shoots
struggle up
toward the light,
young and hopeful
they tinge
fallow fields
an incomparable
green.
Write a “Post” Poem for Robert Brewer’s Blog
Here’s my contribution for Day 6 of the Poem a Day Challenge. It draws from a strange childhood fascination–a small poster on a fence which I could read, but which seemed to make no sense at all. That fascination was, actually, an early manifestation of my interest in poetry–the multiple implications of words and the meanings that lurk among them.
2013 April PAD Challenge: Day 6 | Write a Poem a Day Until May | WritersDigest.com.
Post No Bills
The sign
on the
construction company’s
temporary fence
said “Post no bills.”
I could read
all the words
as I skipped past
and I read it
over and over,
so seemingly
simple, yet holding
so little sense.
My parents
muttered something
about advertisements,
but what did
Brill Cream or Babbo
have to do with
posts or bills?
They must have,
I thought,
misunderstood me
again, and I mulled
what adult secrets could
be hidden so out there
in the open, among
little words.
Write a “Hold That ____________!” Poem for Robert Brewer’s Blog
Here’s my day 4 poem for Robert Brewer’s blog. His challenge today is to write a Hold That______! poem. Click the link below to read dozens from his growing community of poets and to contribute your own. Mine is below the link.
2013 April PAD Challenge: Day 4 | Write a Poem a Day Until May | WritersDigest.com.
Hold That Pose
You are no model
neither am I
which is the whole
point of this
particular enterprise
as we aim long lenses
at one another to
document this
afternoon of real
warmth and silliness
it doesn’t matter
that our hair
is wild and none
would copy our
clothes but that
no look will
ever be quite
like this again
though eons
through space
the planet will
spin.
Write a Poem Inspired by the Word “Tentative”
I am playing catch-up today. I did not write yesterday. We were out enjoying spring weather, cherry blossoms, and herons. Yesterday’s prompt on Robert Brewer’s blog was to write a Tentative poem. Click on the link to read more and to post your own. It’s never too late (or you can go straight to today’s prompt.)
2013 April PAD Challenge: Day 3 | Write a Poem a Day Until May | WritersDigest.com.
Tentative
It’s the first film
our fathers took,
fiddling with the
unfamiliar controls
of the camera,
trembling
with unaccustomed
excitement, knowing
there would
only be one chance,
without clumsy
reenactment, to catch
the mythic occasion,
as we, clinging
for dear life, to our
mother’s forefingers,
stretch our unsteady
legs and, tentative,
let go.
Write a “Bright” or “Dark” Poem for Robert Brewer’s Blog
This is Two-fer Tuesday on Robert Brewer’s blog. Today’s assignment is to write a poem suggested by the word bright, the word dark, or both.
2013 April PAD Challenge: Day 2 | Write a Poem a Day Until May | WritersDigest.com.
Here’s mine:
Bright
Blinding
emergence
from pulsing
red heat
beating darkness
unconscious
junction unaware
of unseen realities
of separation
promising brightness
at the end of
a pressing tunnel
blinking screaming
at bloody murder
of beginning
and all blinding
divisions gradually
emerging
from icy light.
A “New Arrival” Poem for Day 1 of Poetry Month, 2013
Today is the first day of National Poetry Month! Today’s prompt on Robert Brewer’s blog asks for a “New Arrival” poem. Visit the link below to post your own. Mine is below.
2013 April PAD Challenge: Day 1 | Write a Poem a Day Until May | WritersDigest.com.
Arrival
Sudden
on spare branches
against storm-darkened
sky, tiny
leaves glow,
immortal green,
on globe willows;
not there
yesterday,
dusty next week,
they spring
from nowhere,
expected but
astonishing
miraculous as morning
or the word
“again.”
One Way to Wonder 