Day 9: Write a Hunter or Hunted Poem

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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.

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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.

Coming Storm

Overnight, the weather changed here. Dark clouds moved in. It isn’t raining, yet, but it looks as if it may start soon. Today, if you need a nudge, write about

  • a sudden change
  • a weather event

Coming Storm

It’s time.

We all know it,

here in the sheltered

valley. Winds have

shifted and clouds

move in from the

north like dark

armies, inserting

themselves between

us, temporarily,

and the sun. In

the mountains, snow

starts to gather

and ice puts the last

wild asters to sleep.

Some gather gear

to race down powder

slopes. Others

look out at

bleak skies and sigh.

It doesn’t matter.

We all know it.

It is time.