Write a “Hold That ____________!” Poem for Robert Brewer’s Blog

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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 about a Soup Memory

Here’s a great poem about a soup classic, Campbell’s tomato at Jama’s Alphabet Soup. Click on the link below to read it.

Then, write a poem about your own favorite soup memory. It can be any variety. I can’t eat tomato, myself. It’s too acidic.

friday feast: a soup poem for starters « Jama’s Alphabet Soup.

Here’s mine:

Alphabet Soup

The kitchen table

is covered with

red-checked oil cloth.

Raindrops streak

down the window

over the sink.

Mommy is humming

as she stirs

the pot, then,

she ladles out

steaming ABCs.

A Three Wishes Poem

I enjoyed my day off writing. I spent it sorting out photos on one of my drives. I have many duplicates and a number of duds. Time away makes many things clear.
This morning a poem arrived in my email from a Linked In contact, Marek Wysoczynski. It was a Three Wishes poem.
Every year when I was teaching, I did a Wishes poem with my students, and it always produced great results.
This morning, then, write a Three Wishes Poem, a poem about wishes, or a poem cataloging every wild wish you can think of.
Here’s mine:

Three Wishes

I am five
beside a
shallow well
at a garden
where my
parents walk.
I step up
to the edge
holding three
bright copper
pennies, small
works of art
that could buy
waxed lips
or bubble gum
at the corner
store, but
I want more.
I want a carriage
for my dolls
to push them
down the sidewalk
so everyone
can see how
grown-up I am.
I want skates
so I can keep up
with my friend Jill.
I want a cuckoo clock
like the lady
across the street
who marks each
hour with magic.
Eyelids clenched,
I drop each penny in
imagining how
that single wish,
if fulfilled,
will make me
happy forever
and ever.
I am five
standing beside
a shallow well.

Linda Armstrong, 12/2/12. All rights reserved.