I am
worth
just
as much
as
you.
Notes from One Writer to Another
I am
worth
just
as much
as
you.
2013 April PAD Challenge: Day 10 | Write a Poem a Day Until May | WritersDigest.com.
Suffering
I am
at the bottom
of a well.
I have
always
been here,
though
I suspect
I have not.
When I look
up, the
night is
starless
and I imagine
clouds.
The stone
walls of my
prison are
slick with putrid
moss. I
can see
no hope.
I can see
no hope.
She steps
out of the
fog that
hangs around
until noon
every day
this time
of year, furtive,
turning to
see if he
is still following,
the one who
knows about
the stain on
her best coat,
the one she
left under
Santa Monica
Pier.
Today, Donna Sadd asks us to write a haiku about truth. Here is her link.
#AprilPrompts – Day 7 – Truth – #Haiku #NaPoWriMo | Donna L Sadd.
Here is mine:
Truth
A bird is singing
outside my office window.
What is there to know?
Singing bird photo by Cephas (Own work) [GFDL (http://www.gnu.org/copyleft/fdl.html) or CC-BY-SA-3.0-2.5-2.0-1.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons
2013 April PAD Challenge: Day 9 | Write a Poem a Day Until May | WritersDigest.com.
Here is mine:
Hunter
A cat from
somewhere
in the neighborhood
has leaped
our cedar fence
and settled
herself, uneasy,
in the snow
under our
bird feeder.
She doesn’t
seem to know
she has no
summer cover
and no bird
will come close
as long as she
is there. Besides,
she is much more
than well-fed.
What draws her
she couldn’t
explain, even if
she had words:
rain forest
shadows in
the blood.
2013 April PAD Challenge: Day 8 | Write a Poem a Day Until May | WritersDigest.com.
Instruction
From interior
chaos, as
unobtrusively
ordered as
families of
suns swirling
gradually
toward the dark
centers of their
common demise,
or elementary
particles somehow
achieving mass
within each
strand of DNA,
we will structure,
like a mirroring
glass tower,
erected from
an image
in an architect’s
mind.
#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.
I have to call our handyman.
He needs the work and will do it well.
I remember when it was a sapling, bending in spring wind.
It is now too brittle to stay.
Its roots are sprintering our cement.
Why didn’t it flourish somewhere else?
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.
Here’s a poem for the fifth day of the 2013 Poem a Day Challenge on Rober Brewer’s blog. My contribution is below the link.
2013 April PAD Challenge: Day 5 | Write a Poem a Day Until May | WritersDigest.com.
Plus
They all add up,
in the end,
remnants of
all the different
people we have
been, the toddling
baby, tasting
everything that falls
in reach, the school
child hearing
the music of varied
voices, the teen
watching for every
slight, the young
adult feeling the frustrations
of a striving world,
the parent, overwhelmed
by the surprising perfume
of a child’s sun-dusted arm,
the aging friend, walking
by a river in the afternoon,
a sum from similar
numbers, so like, yet
unlike any other,
when added up.