#AprilPrompts – Day 11 – THRILLER | Donna L Sadd

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Here’s a Day 11 prompt on Donna L. Sadd’s blog. I don’t know why it says Day 9. I’m sure there’s a reason. I’m often confused.

#AprilPrompts – Day 9 – THRILLER | Donna L Sadd.

Here’s a contribution:

Thriller

She has retreated

to a basement

where there is

no back door

and the grimy

window is too high

to reach, and the

skulls of previous

victims crunch

slightly under

her feet. She shares

a dark corner with

a rather large  spider,

a snake of indeterminate

toxicity, and a few

odd mice. Then,

suddenly

down the steps,

a shaft of light…

Donna L Sadd

2013 April PAD Challenge: Day 11

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Write an in case of_______ poem.

2013 April PAD Challenge: Day 11 | Write a Poem a Day Until May | WritersDigest.com.

In Case of Loss

In case of loss,

look the last

place you

would expect,

the one

you would say

“Why on

Earth there?”

Always works.

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

Write a Poem about Laughter

 

By Andrea Schaffer from Sydney, Australia (Hotei, god of happiness at Jōchi-ji temple) [CC-BY-2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons

 

On day 7 of NaPoWriMo, Donna Sadd requests the pleasure of your laughter poem.

#NaPoWriMo – Day 7 – Laughter – #Kids | Donna L Sadd.

Here’s mine:

Laughter

When my father
was young,
he went to work
painting backgrounds
for animated gels
in a cartoon studio,
The first day
he sat in on a session
of daily rushes,
giggling helplessly
at the gags
until the other
artists turned
around to glare
at the fool who
thought their
work was funny,
funny, isn’t it
how easily we
all forget what
we are really
doing here?

A Frog Poem for Day 6 of NaPoWriMo

By Gord Webster from Victoria, Canada (Handful of Tadpoles) [CC-BY-SA-2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons

Donna Sadd challenges us to write a children’s poem about a frog today. This one is more for parents.

#NaPoWriMo – Day 6 – Frog – #Childrens #Poem | Donna L Sadd.

Frog

We caught him
together, one
afternoon, in
a pool among
some rocks,
put him in a
paper cup
left over from
lunch, sloshing
only a little
mossy water
on the floor
as we carried
him to the kitchen
and a Mason jar.
When he sprouted
little legs, even your
big sister, who is
always bored
these days
could not stay away
and she helped us
migrate him
to a bowl with a
river rock because
she knew, though
you did not, what
was coming next.
One morning,
you woke us
with all the
amazement of
Christmas in your
voice, saying,
“A frog!
A frog!”

#AprilPrompts – DAY 3 – BIRTHDAY – #Haiku – #NaPoWriMo | Donna L Sadd

Here’s yesterday’s for Donna L. Sadd’s challenge. It’s a birthday Haiku.

#AprilPrompts – DAY 3 – BIRTHDAY – #Haiku – #NaPoWriMo | Donna L Sadd.

Following the Japanese seasonal, nature tradition, inspired by a real nest we saw–that bird was insane!

Birthday

Out on an elm branch

dangling over a swollen creek

a nest; a hatchling

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.