Noir

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.

By RHaworth (Roger W Haworth) (Own work) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

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Day 9: Write a Hunter or Hunted Poem

By Jennifer Barnard (originally posted to Flickr as Prey) [CC-BY-2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons (Use of photo does not imply photographer’s endorsement of the text)

For Day 9 on Robert Brewer’s blog, read and write hunter and/or hunted poems. Click on the link to add your own.

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.

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.

WD Poetic Form Challenge: Write a Rondel

Hurry, tommorow is the last day to submit your Rondel to Robert Brewer’s Poetic Asides blog.

Read what others have submitted, then post your own. It’s engrossing.

WD Poetic Form Challenge: Rondel | Poems | Poetry | WritersDigest.com.

Here’s mine:

The snow drifts down
like feather lace,
a wild goose case
confounds the town

draping a gown
of ivory grace,
a wild goose case,
the snow drifts down.

Between verb and noun,
between form and space,
between plot and place–
love and renown–
the snow drifts down.
Linda J. Armstrong, 1/9/13 All rights reserved.

Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 202 | Fictionalized True Event Poem | WritersDigest.com

Today’s challenge on Robert Brewer’s blog is to write a poem that fictionalizes a true event. �If you want to give it a try, click on the link.

Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 202 | Fictionalized True Event Poem | WritersDigest.com.

Here’s mine:

Going Home

On the bus

from my new

home to my

old one,

to catch

a last smile

from my

dying father,

I looked

out the window

at a familiar

pass shrouded

in forest fire

smoke, but

off to the right,

there was a

clearing, unseasonably

green and glowing,

like one of his

paintings and I

knew he was

finally home.

Linda Armstrong, 12/19/12. All rights reserved.

via Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 202 | Fictionalized True Event Poem | WritersDigest.com.

Write a Poem About Birth

We are nearing the end of the Poem a Day challenge on Robert Lee Brewer’s blog. It has been an interesting experience. I will either continue with my own prompts or find another community. You are certainly welcome to join me by posting in the comments.

Today’s prompt at PAD is to write a poem about giving birth. Click on the link to add your own. You can join in any time.

2012 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 29 | Birth Poem | Experience | WritersDigest.com.

Here’s mine:

I kept telling

myself that

the Queens of England

did this

as I lay on the table

under blazing lights

coming undone

the most

private places

in full view

of strangers,

And then, the doctor

said, “He’s going

to be smart.”

A nurse said,

“What a pretty

little face.”

It was like

the blessing

in a fairy tale,

especially when

eyes still blue

as heaven

cast their

virgin gaze

on me.

Linda Armstrong, 11/29/2012, All rights reserved.