Saturday, April 30, 2011

PAD Challenge Day 30

Last day of the Poem-A-Day Challenge!  Today's prompt:  Write an "after leaving here" poem.  A few lines of this poem came to me as I was doing other things this morning, and I had to hurry and write them down before they disappeared into thin air as they so often do.  It took me the longest to figure out a decent title.

It's Not Goodbye

After leaving here,
I'll pack my bags and take a
road trip to uncertainty, sail on
waters of self doubt, watch the
sun rise and set over a crumpled
map with crisscrossing lines,
and fall asleep on an endless
moving dream, only to come
right back home again.

Friday, April 29, 2011

PAD Challenge Day 29

One more day to go!  I'm glad I've stuck with this challenge, but have to admit today was tough.  Not sure what it was about this prompt (write an ode) that seemed to throw me off. 

I wrote 5 odes, but only really "felt" two of them.  Here's the two that I posted at Poetic Asides:

Ode to Priorities

Dirty dishes in the sink,
and my comfy bare feet.
Laundry piled high,
reaching for the sky.
The bill that's past due,
and most of all - you.
I'm too busy writing to care
and staying in this chair.

Ode to My Muse

Muse, you are a fickle character
a fair weather friend
showing up unexpectedly
but never unwelcome.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

PAD Challenge Day 28

Prompt:  Write a "the world without something" poem.  Early in the challenge, there was a prompt to write a poem that "imagines the world without me".  This one imagines the world without someone or something else.

Colorful World

My two sons paint a picture of quick wit
with vibrant splashes of contagious laughter.
I can't imagine a world without them.

They might be as different as night and
day, these budding artists primed for success,
my two sons paint a picture of quick wit.

I admire our bold gallery, set
carefully with blended brush strokes and mixed
with vibrant splashes of contagious laughter.

This heart of mine would be abstract, no frame
to hold a canvas void of life.
I can't imagine a world without them.

PAD Challenge Day 27

Prompt:  Take the phrase "In the (blank) of (blank)," replace the blanks with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.

My first attempt - a Lune:

In the Blink of an Eye

You might miss this time
if you blink
and you don't want that.

Second attempt - playing with the alphabet form:

In the Back of Ally's House

Ally's bedroom can detect every
footprint ghost hallway.  Inside,
jingling keys land mindlessly near
opaque pitchers, quietly reaching,
softly touching under various windows,
xylophones, yarn, zippers.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

PAD Challenge Day 26

Two for Tuesday prompt:  (1) Write a leader poem, or (2) Write a follower poem.

Follow the Leader

Line up and follow the leader
was the playground rules of the game
but I wasn't much of either.
Line up and follow the leader.
I always stopped for a breather.
Can we play something that's not lame?
Line up and follow the leader
Was the playground rules of the game.

PAD Challenge Day 25

Prompt:  Write a falling poem.  This could be about the physical act of falling (like someone tying your shoelaces together), or it could be symbolic falling (such as falling in love). 

Falling for Words

I open my notebook.
The crisp pages snap
between my fingers
and then I see it -
the funny blue pen mark
on my hand that looks like
a smile with no nose or eyes,
and I smile, reminded of
why I love to write - because
I fall for words every time.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

PAD Challenge Day 24

Prompt:  Write a prayer poem.  Your prayer poem could be religious, but it doesn't have to be.  People can pray to make it to work on time.  Or to be rich.  Or even for the rain.  It's completely up to you what your poem is about.

My Prayer (for my youngest son)

I pray that your blue eyes
always have that sparkle
and shine.
That you never give up
and your dreams align.
I pray you know how special
you are, no matter where
life takes you, no matter
how far.

PAD Challenge Day 23

Prompt:  Write a quit doing what you're doing poem.  This could be about something you need to quit doing or that someone or something else should quit doing.

"Get Out of My Head"

I left the door wide open without much
thought as to what I was getting into.
You blew in and knocked the hinges right off
my heart.  A whirlwind of emotion stirred,
drenching me in an unconscious pool of
mindless games, and wounds that flow deep within.

I wish you'd get out of my head.

Clouds formed, and there was never a reason
for us to continue on this damned path
of hopeless wonder and abandonment.
It's hard to fathom what we were thinking.
Shadows crawl out of hearts filled with deceit
and leave an ominous black mark that winds
itself around your soul.  Seek shelter from
the storm brewing.  The storm in me and you.

I wish you'd get out of my head.

Alone, a quiet stillness claims the dark,
shatters the fog that once surrounded me
and the tight grip that held my heart captive.
I open my eyes to the light and see
a new day, a new tomorrow, a breath
away from you.  I shut the door and say...

I wish you'd get out of my head.

PAD Challenge Day 22

Prompt:  Write an "only one in the world" poem.  This only one in the world might be a person, an animal, a place, or an object.  Think of someone or something unique and write.

Catching up with getting my poems onto the blog.


Girl snags ring,
runs grinning

in grass

as sun snarls
raining glass

Gulls sail,
sing in air

Sling sugar

Friday, April 22, 2011

PAD Challenge Day 21

Yesterday's prompt: Write a second thoughts poem.  You could have second thoughts about something you've done or thought in the past.  You could write about someone (or something) else having second thoughts.  Or you could even take a poem you wrote earlier in the month and flip it in a new direction.

I've had tons of second thoughts (more like regrets), so this could be wide open.  I went with another villanelle, and not a real serious idea.  Still no mastery with this form, but I keep trying.   

On Second Thought

I planned to pen a villanelle today.
Of all the forms, I had a second thought
about what I would write, what I would say.

My initial idea had gone astray
now missing from its' original spot,
I planned to pen a villanelle today.

Wouldn't it be nice if my brain obeyed?
Wouldn't it be nice if it did what sought?
About what I would write, what I would say.

However I can get the words to stay
will be the challenging part and hard fought.
I planned to pen a villanelle today.

They swirl and then blur, the images frayed.
I reach out, but they don't want to be caught
about what I would write, what I would say.

Hopefully, they will soon come out to play.
These priceless flickers of hope can't be bought.
I planned to pen a villanelle today
about what I would write, what I would say.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

PAD Challenge Day 20

Today's prompt:  Write a message in a bottle poem.  Imagine that your poem is being rolled up and put in a bottle for someone to read.  Or if you want to come at it in a different way, think of it as a poem left in a time capsule or hidden away in your sock drawer.

After I wrote my first acrostic poem about spring a while back, I'd tried to do a double acrostic but it was a mess.  I think I found just the right words for this one today.  I also like the idea of this prompt; the whole message in a bottle thing.


Living WelL
Lost in paradisE
Bouncing arounD
Over at the luaU
Thanks for the tiP

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Mia and PAD Challenge Day 18 & 19

Getting my Mia on Monday picture up a little late.

But all caught up with my days now.

I just finished Day 18 and 19.  The prompt for Day 18 was:  Take the phrase "Like (blank)," replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title to your poem, and write your poem.  My first attempt was titled Like a Bat out of Hell.  I liked the idea of it (crazy drivers), but it's one of those 'notebook' poems.  Ya know, the ones that stay in a notebook. 

I liked my second attempt better.  Here it is:

Like Cobwebs

It's dark and dusty, holding old forgotten memories
fragmented by time.  Tucked away neatly at first
for easier retrieval, and then haphazardly as if
they're somehow less important.  And you go back
sometimes, stepping lightly so as not to stir any
pain that's clung to the deepest parts of you.  Even
as you tiptoe around all the pieces, things crumble
and fall into place.  A torn up dream, a water-stained
wish, a broken image...of you.  As you sift through the
remains, you might find something salvageable amongst
all the cobwebs your mind has weaved.

Day 19 prompt - Write a love poem, or an anti-love poem.


love at all
I'm a lovestruck fool
head over heels in love with you
topsy turvy, toes curling, butterflies in stomach.

Monday, April 18, 2011

PAD Challenge Day 16 and 17

I've been fighting with the "snapshot" prompt for a couple days, trying to catch up now.  The forms are fun and challenging so I've been attempting different ones. 

On Saturday (Day 16 of the PAD challenge), I was gone most of the day.  Nikki Sixx (bassist for Motley Crue and Sixx:A.M.) was doing a book signing at Barnes and Noble in Dallas.  Event started at 3:00P.M.  I got there at 2:00, bought the book, was given a lettered wristband and then informed that they'd be calling "K" around 6:30.  I finally got to meet Nikki around 9:30 that night.  He signed my copy of his latest book This is Gonna Hurt:  Music, Photography, and Life Through the Distorted Lens of Nikki Sixx, and I got a hug! 

I'd be finished reading the book if I didn't have 50 other things going on, including this poetry challenge, but one word:  awesome!  I'll get back into it as soon as I catch up on my poeming.

So, Saturday was a big day for me.  And while I was sitting outside B&N waiting...and waiting...and waiting, I knew I wanted to write my snapshot poem about Nikki.  Well, as with most of my writing, it didn't quite go as originally planned.  I did tons of people watching that day, and this one girl was captured as my "snapshot."  I was going to write a simple poem, describing what she looked like and what she wore, but as I mentioned, I'm addicted to studying different poetic forms, and I tried a paradelle.  I think I might've butchered the form.  Still learning.


She was a tall drink of water.
She was a tall drink of water.
Oozing coolness in the liquid heat.
Oozing coolness in the liquid heat.
Drink a tall water in the liquid heat.
She was oozing of coolness.

My mouth was dry.  She quenched the thirst.
My mouth was dry.  She quenched the thirst.
Crisp refreshment on a sultry day.
Crisp refreshment on a sultry day.
On a sultry day, she was the crisp refreshment.
My dry mouth thirst quenched.

Like something out of a dream.
Like something out of a dream.
A gentle breeze lifted her soft hair.
A gentle breeze lifted her soft hair.
Dream something gentle like her soft hair
lifted out of a breeze.

My crisp refreshment was like a tall drink
of water on a sultry day.  Something in the
liquid heat quenched dry mouth thirst. 
She was oozing coolness.  The gentle breeze
lifted her soft hair out
of a dream.

Day 17:  Write a big picture poem.

Here's mine:

"Big Picture"

The fighting
over petty stuff
doesn't get
to the root
of the problem, but if we
try, we can find peace.

Let no harsh
words or thoughts be brought
to your lips,
for venom
ignites hatred and don't we
have enough of that?

Friday, April 15, 2011

PAD Challenge Day 14 & 15

Today's prompt:  write a profile poem.  Lots of possibilities.  I'll be back later with my attempt.  I'm posting this a little late, but I tried the Fibonacci form:

Just Me
Lover of
Photography and
Music that moves and stirs the soul.

Yesterday's prompt (Day 14) was to write an "ain't none of my business" poem.  I wrote a cinquain:

Nosy gossip
Stretching, twisting, distorting
Mind your own business

Eh, not the best but at least I'm writing.  I had another idea that didn't make it to the blog.  Still working that one out.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

PAD Challenge Day 11, 12 (& 13 added)

Yesterday's prompt was to take the phrase "Maybe (blank);" replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then write the poem.  It was a crazy busy day (Mondays seems to be that way) and was late when I got about half of my idea written and then gave up submitting at poetic asides.

Here was the start of that idea for Day 11:

Maybe, Just Maybe

If I didn't spend so much time
waiting 'til the last minute
the last minute wouldn't
wrap its hands around my
neck and squeeze the

And that's it for yesterday.  A fine example of my procrastinating and half-finished pieces.

Today, Day 12, is the second "Two for Tuesday".  The choices were to write a form poem, or write an anti-form poem.

I went with a form poem, studying all the different ones.  So many I'd never even heard of, but it's fun and challenging.  My first ever attempt at an acrostic poem:


String bikinis at
Naked on the

Day 13 added.  I had ideas that didn't pan out, but I think I finally managed to convey an idea that was stirring (using the Blitz poem), so here's Day 13 which was to write a poem that remembers an old relationship.

Dreams Are Wishes

Dreams come true
Dreams fall short
Short life to live
Short time awake
Awake with want
Awake to plan
Plan for the future
Plan a business
Business stays afloat
Business venture ends
Ends a dream
Ends a season
Season of life
Season of drifting
Drifting into despair
Drifting into darkness
Darkness envelopes
Darkness traps
Traps you alone
Traps your soul
Soul torn apart
Soul seeking
Seeking companionship
Seeking a will
Will to you
Will to survive
Survive these times
Survive above water
Water runs through
Water covers your head
Head is confused
Head in too many places
Places of question
Places far away
Away from friends
Away from family
Family becomes distant
Family doesn't understand
Understand the ghosts
Understand the spinning
Spinning words
Spinning thoughts
Thoughts tumble
Thoughts out of control
Control is lost
Control only you
You can beat this
You can dream

Monday, April 11, 2011

Mia On Monday

Back later with my attempt at today's poetry prompt.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

PAD Challenge Day 10

Today's prompt:  Write a never again poem.  Maybe you'll never again fall in love or never again tell a lie...

I didn't have a lot of time today, so this is a rough haiku that I attempted:


I will never lose
the love that flows from me to
you; never again

I like this prompt, and may go back and expand on it some more.

Saturday, April 09, 2011

PAD Challenge Day 9

Today's prompt:  Write a time of day poem.  In fact, make the title of your poem the time of day.  For instance, "5:54a.m.," "2:23p.m.," "Midnight," etc.  Then, write your poem...

I was gone most of the day - we went to the Dallas Car Show - and then I was exhausted afterward.  I wondered how in the world I was going to make today's prompt in time, but managed to sneak one in before midnight (my time).  When I sat down to write, the words came easily (thank goodness) and I was pretty happy with this attempt. 


A hush so quiet
the night places a finger
over the black velvet sky
sprinkled with tiny diamonds and
the yellow-white glow
of a street lamp
plays peek-a-boo
behind a front yard tree
while crickets chirp
and fingers tap keys

Friday, April 08, 2011

PAD Challenge Day 8

Today's prompt was to write a 'ready to celebrate' poem.  The first thing I thought of was my oldest son's upcoming graduation from high school.  He can't wait, I can't wait.  We're all excited.

Here was my effort:


From a backpack on your shoulders
to the weight of the world,
we walked hand in hand.
From a waxy, rainbow-filled box
to a cap and gown,
your first drawing still held with a magnet.
From the first grade spelling bee winner
to National Honor Society nominee,
my heart burst with pride.
From lopsided grins in wooden frames
to a handsome young man,
nothing could be more beautiful.
From tackling playground monkey bars
to designing your own video games,
a bright future emerges.
From your first day of school
to your soon-to-be last,
I've cherished every moment.

Thursday, April 07, 2011

PAD Challenge Day 7

Today's prompt was to write a "what if" poem. 

And my two attempts (a haiku and a cinquain):

What If?...

What if your blue eyes
had never gazed into mine?
We wouldn't have met

Tick Tock

Strange mystery
Drifting, flying, spinning
If it would just stand still

PAD Challenge Day 6

I didn't submit a poem to the challenge yesterday.  Not because I didn't write, because I did.  I just didn't like what I'd written.  The prompt was:  take the phrase "Don't (blank), (blank);" replace the blanks with a word or phrase as the title of your poem, and then write your poem...

I had three different ideas for titles for most of the morning, none of which I was crazy about until I came up with one I liked, and when I finally started writing, the poem took on a life of its own.

I finished the poem late in the evening, and just wasn't sure it didn't completely blow.  It was a villanelle which I've written before with varying degrees of success, if success means they didn't make me want to bang my head on the desk.

The title that didn't get ditched was Don't Look Down, Look Up.  I might see if I can rework it somehow.

By the way, 9 times out of 10, I first type poem like this - peom - and have to retype it.  What's with that word? 

Tuesday, April 05, 2011

PAD Challenge Day 5

Today's prompt was to write a goofy poem or a serious poem (or both).  I went with goofy, and fretted over it all day long - cutting, adding, cutting again - until I finally submitted it.  I don't think I have another one in me today, not after such spectacular dreck.  There's some really great poets over there.  I just don't think I'm one of them.

Back Home Again

My new kite got stuck in a tree
While I tried to get it down
Ouch, I was stung by a bee

When I ran for the ice cream truck
My big feet tripped
Man, I have the worst luck

The bite of a dog did make me fuss
Kicking up rocks
Mad, I might've cussed

Back at home, I picked up my cat
She yawned and, without warning,
Gross, she yakked

I think I'll just turn in to bed
All kinds of things hurt
Sigh, including my head

Monday, April 04, 2011

PAD Challenge Day 4

The prompt was to write about a type of person.  I knew I wanted to write about a musician when I saw it, but not sure I liked how this turned out.  Blah!

The Musician

A soulful voice spills
rhyme, rhythm and harmony
from the radio

PAD Challenge Day 3

I love how these prompts spark a general idea, but then I can go in a completely unexpected direction.  Fun stuff! This one, "a poem in which you imagine the world without you" was tough because given my recent health issues, I've been in this place enough.

Here was my attempt:


I'm there in the gentle breeze
that caresses your skin.
I'm there in the sunshine
that warms your heart.
I'm there in the birds
that sing words of praise.
I'm there in the rainbow
that colors your world.
All you have to do is look
and you'll see.
I'm there,
In a world without me.

PAD Challenge Day 2

I had several ideas for the 'postcard poem' and couldn't decide which one I liked best, so I submitted all three.  Here they are:

Spring In Texas

We've traveled rough terrain
to get where we are now.
Time slips through our fingertips.
We hold on
for another breath,
another moment,
riding out the storms.
Leaving clear, blue skies
and whispering winds
as a reminder.

The Storm

Woke up to a nasty rainstorm early this morning.
As if it were only a dream,
the skies are blue, but
the wind draws its long branches
around my quiet comfort
making the house
creak and pop

What Not To Wear

If you wear a skirt today,
hold onto it because
the wind is waiting
to whistle and howl
and send leaves clapping
against each other
in applause of the show.

2011 April PAD Challenge

I got an email the other day about the 2011 April Poem-a-Day Challenge and decided to participate.  This is great for the poetry bug that's hit again recently.  I'm already late to the party and will be catching up with several posts today.  Here's my poem for Day 1 and the 'what got you here' prompt:

Lost and Found

I didn't like what I saw
beneath the quiet
whispering conscience
silenced by boredom
and reckless searching

Until I found my place
right here where I belong
and my heart
opened up
giving way to a richer

Mia on Monday

Older picture of Mia, doing what she does best - taking a cat nap.