For Day 10, A Poem About Suffering

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Today’s subject for Robert Brewer’s blog is suffering. Click on the link below to read the contributions of the community and add your own. Mine is below. Don’t worry about me, LOL, the speaker in the poem is suffering. I am fine. I wanted to get inside the feeling and went back to periods in the distant past when I experienced it.

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.

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

Day 9, A Haiku Regarding Truth

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?

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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

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 an Instruction Poem

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This is my Day 8 poem for Robert Brewer’s PAD April challenge. It is about instruction. Read the other contributions on his site and add your own. It’s an inspiring group!

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.

Write a Poem About Growing

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For Day 8 of NaPoWriMo, Donna Sadd challenges us to write 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.

Six Declarations and a Question

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The doomed cottonwood is leafing out.

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?

 

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 “Plus” Poem

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.