Friday, April 30, 2010

APRIL 30, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (LET ME GO)

this was written about my 2nd husband (I don't do husbands well) just before we were divorced, thought I would share this.


Let Me Go


I see no resolution
I feel no more
I place the cold steel blade
Against my wrist
It glides easily on my soft skin
One long horizontal slice
It runs like crimson paint
Spats upon the dirty white floor
My mind becomes quiet
As I watch my life flow
Over the dirty life I've led
I become sleepy
I am peaceful
For the first time in my life

I am waiting
Death to kiss
Me,
Hello
Bringing me to the World beyond

My husband screams and disses
Me again

I am awake
I do feel
I have done nothing
Except lose my life
By entwining it with his

It's mine to lose
I am gone
I am so gone
Let me go!

APRIL 30, 2010 SECOND RESPONSE (PATH'S END)

Path’s End
Where is the yellow brick road
That’s in a child’s dream?
Where is the line between
Morals taught/ Lessons learned?
Where is the blue horizon
Just as the storm arrives?
Where is the starry night sky
Just as dawn’s born?
Where is the gingerbread house,
That’s in fairy tale land?
Where is the dream of forever
That’s at path’s end!

APRIL 30, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE ( THE ENDING)

For today's prompt, write a letting go poem. The poem could be about letting go of a relationship; it could be about letting go of anger; it could be about letting go of a tree branch; or it could even be about, yes, letting go of this April challenge. There are so many things we can let go.

The Ending

always and forever is the time
which I am in your heart
no matter where
no matter when
I am forever your girl
when I am touched by you
my heart quakes
my skin quivers
my soul is consumed with a loving feeling.
my time is not yet right
my love is not here
I am awaiting the ending
so my beginning can come
to share the feelings I posses
the warmth I have to give
and it belongs to you
for I am and will always be
forever your girl.

Thursday, April 29, 2010

APRIL 29, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (SUDDENLY I BECAME)

For today's prompt, I want you to take the phrase "And Suddenly (blank the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write the poem. Some examples: "And suddenly we were lost," "And suddenly over," "And suddenly banana," "And suddenly sudden," "And suddenly the poem I was writing turned into a killer robot," etc.

Suddenly I Became

From mistress to “wife”
I became
From a family of 4
To a family of 8
From the solitude of 2
To the crowd of 8
From caring for one
To caring for all 8
Cooking for 2
To the banquet for 10

Suddenly I became
A short order cook
Trying to please
“Special Children’s Needs”
Suddenly I became the Step-Mother
For 3 more

Suddenly I became
Unemployed
Suddenly I became
Depressed
Suddenly I became
Worthless
Suddenly my life changed
And I became
Someone else

Live in maid?

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

APRIL 28, 2010 POEM A DAY (BALANCING ON LINE)

For today's prompt, write an end of the line poem. Maybe the narrator of your poem is at the end of his or her line. Other possible lines that have an end: assembly lines, phone lines, power lines, rail lines, graph lines, dotted lines, waiting lines, lines of poetry, etc.

Balancing On Line

In the glooming time
Where day exhales the
Last of the oranges
And the night inhale
The violets of darkness
There you will find
Where reality and magic
Can both be seen

In the dawn
Where night exhales the
Last of ebony
And the day inhales
The first of gold

Where magic and reality
Both will find
Me balancing on the line

Where one can hear rainbows

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

APRIL 27, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (HOPELESS HOPE)

Wow! After today, we'll be a mere three days from the end of this challenge. Today is a two for Tuesday prompt, so you've got two options:

Write a hopeful poem.
Write a hopeless poem.

 
Hopeless hope

She lies there in hopelessness
Her body has give up
She has no control
Everyone must chip in
To bath, feed and clean
This helpless creature

Some days there is only slumber
Not awakening for food, drinks or meds
Other times there are days without
Sleep, wiggling and hoping to get
Loose of the death hold
From the medical bed

Some days are filled with hope
That things will be alright,
As other days only tell
The tale of age just spent.

Where is one to be at 86
Hoping to leave,
Or hopeful to just stay
For one more day

Monday, April 26, 2010

APRIL 25, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (SINGING POEM)

For today's prompt, write a poem inspired by a song. Be sure to include the song and artist (if known) with your poem, so that we can all make our own mix CDs to write poetry.

Singing poem

I don't want to grow up
I don't want to grow up
I don't want to be a toys are us kid

I don't want to be singing
I don't want to be singing
I don't want to be a singing poet!
I would have been a musician

Saturday, April 24, 2010

APRIL 24, 2010 POEM A DAY (ANXIETY ATTACK)

Anxiety Attack

It reaches up
From the bowels of hell
Traveling from toes
To the ends of hair.
Strangling the fibers
Of my being.
Holding tight
I try to breathe!
Within the fetal position
Arms crossed about my chest
Watching flashes of images
Fly across the wall then
Crawl upon my skin
Into my ears
Between my toes
Throughout my hair!
I beg for sleep
For me to be released
From this sleepless hold
Upon my soul!

APRIL 24 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (GOOD NIGHT)

4-24-2001
For today's prompt, write an evening poem. My initial thought is that this poem would somehow involve the night, but upon further reflection, I guess it could be about evening things up or something.

Good Night

Springs' night air whispers your scent
Enticing my longing to touch you

On the back porch, you sit across from me
Behind you the orange and red of sunset
Plays with the light on your hair.

As the sunset passes into dusk
I whisper "Good Night"
To the sun's last ray of day


You smile
The evening’s darkness exhales
You are with me
And I am safe in your presence.

APRIL 24, 2010 THIRD RESPONSE (NIGHT LIGHT)

Night Light

Night light,
Night light:
Sit quietly within my sight.
Never knowing of the sun's plight
Having always to fight,
With the clouds’ and rains’ flight.

Seeing night light
Night light,
Always seeing of my plight,
Searching for the quiet is my fight.

For silence is the night,
And with a night light,

I am forced to write!

APRIL 24, 2010 2nd response (INKY NIGHTS)

Inky nights

I've danced on Mt Siani
under the ink black night
cursing the dawn,
and fearing being alone
for I am not the true
Sunlight
Just an illusion
A spirit in flight
Romancing my passion
And dancing with pen
for all I have are memories
Of the last dance
In the inky night
Dancing in my mind
Of Mt Siani
And you

Thursday, April 22, 2010

APRIL 22, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (EARTHEN CONNECTION)

For today's prompt, write an Earth poem. You can decide what an Earth poem is. Maybe it's a poem about the planet; maybe it's actually the lowercase earth (a gardening or burial poem?); maybe it's just a poem that happens on (or to) Earth; maybe it's even written in the voice of extraterrestrials (that might be fun). No matter how you decide to roll with it, have a very poetic Earth Day!



Earthen Connection

I take the pitch fork out from hibernation
It has been there, in the dark corner since last spring
Hands garbed in green and white poke-a-dotted gloves
I take the sturdy handle in my right hand
And stab it into the compose of the winter
Turning each fork-fill like pancakes on a griddle
It is an act of cleansing the soil
Worms, bugs slitter and crawl by
From my rude and unannounced calling
Now with the new clean soul, I bend to my knees
In homage, to remove any stones I have shuttled to the top
Rhythmically I make straight rows
With my hands reaching deep into the soil
Tenderly, I arrange all the vegetables in order
Placing their new born roots into the holes
Covering them with care and love of the newly cultivated soil
I wipe my brow and smudge dirt across it
My knees have been blackened with my hours of work
I am exhausted
I turn on the hose
Cool the top of my head
And sun burnt back
Turn slowly and spray my new veggie garden
The pleasure of self grown veggies, or a fresh rose,
Iris, daffodil, chamomile, mint or sage beyond my door
Allows me, my private earthen connection.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

APRIL 21, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (ACCORDING TO)

For today's prompt, take the phrase "According to (blank)," replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write the poem. Example titles might be: "According to Bob," "According to these instructions," "According to the government," "According to the sun," etc.

April 21, 2010


According To:

According to the Gremlins
Hanging off my earlobes
I cannot get it posted today

According to the Mother
It is proclaimed that I am always wrong
According to the doctors
Mom needs a feeding tube
According to mom’s appetite
At the nursing home she was not being fed
According to me (being wrong)
The nurses were just lazy
According to her weight gain
I must be doing something right

According to Medicaid
Mom should not have gifted her monies
According to the system
She should get it all back
According to economical times
The money is long since spent to survive
According to Medicaid
Mom is denied services, just sent home to die

According to the children
They complained that I was an absentee mother
According to the shrinks of County Child Services
The boys were never touched
According to my Qu├ębec weekend vacation
Years later, one child did confess
According to the years of bad behavior
Their uncle got 10 years

According to my dentist
Soon I’ll have no teeth
According to x boyfriends
I have bad wiring in my head
According to the shrinks
I am working with half my brain
According to my doctors
I need to lose lots a weight
According to my mirror
I am still 112lbs, but
According to my scale
It just pops and screams
According to the coroner
He could pronounce me dead

According to my Pop
I was his Pocahontas, a graceful, barefooted, free spirit
According to my old man
I must be part redneck, with bare and dirty feet
He does not see the Pocahontas in me

According to my Presa Canario (135lbs dog)
I take up too much of my own bed
According to my lover
I am insatiable in between the sheets

According to some of my actions
I’m sure to burn in Hell
According to some others
I’ve guaranteed a right hand seat next to God
According to my life
Maybe Purgatory will just do.

According to the self
It is ordained that I am always right.
According to my life’s story
It sounds like I’ve been in therapy for years
According to my sanity
Writing is all that saved me.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

APRIL 20, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (TO REMEMBER / SHOULD I GET IN)

2010-4-20

To Remember

For a all the lost dream's
For all the begotten's
Could be's
Should be's
Would be's
And what if's
Are always within the wind's
Echo of the past
The begotten's
Never to be forgotten
Always to be remembered
For all the lost dream's
For all the begotten's
Could be's
Should be's
Would be's
And what if's
Of life
Is only for you to remember

___________________________________


Should I Get In?


If you stopped
And I got in
Could we travel?
Never to look
Back again?
To leave this
Life, which we
Have now been
Stuck in?
Could you close
This chapter?
To begin another?
Leave and not
Ever look back?
Never say it
Was I who
Took you away!
From the familiar
Comfort zone
We built together!
Would you love
Me, as I do you?
Is now, never
To be true?
If you stopped
Should I get in?

APRIL 20, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (WATCHWOMAN)

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Today is a two for Tuesday prompt. Here are the two options:


Write a looking back poem. There are a few ways to tackle this one, I guess. The narrator could be reflecting on the past or literally looking back (like over his or her shoulder).

Write a poem that doesn't look back. This poem would be kind of the opposite, I suppose. Narrator who refuses to look back or who is literally looking forward (or I suppose another option even is that the narrator is blind or something).

Of course, if anyone has an interpretation that falls outside of my suggestions, then feel free to run with them. I always encourage poets to bend the prompts to their will.





Watchwoman

I have sat upon
Kaatskill Falls
For a millennium

My arms searching
Reaching skywards
My roots spreading

I have become gazer
Standing testament
Of long times spent

I have witnessed
The inhales and exhales
Of countless days

I have witnessed
Mankind’s brilliance
In fortitude and defeat

I am the original
Birch Tree who
Extends her reach

I am now a grove
Of Birch Trees
Canopying the falls

I am the Sentry
Watchwoman of Earth
Anticipating my rebirth

In the quiets of
A winter storm
You may hear me

“I open to the North,
I open to the East,
I open to the South,
I open to the West,
Elements complete my circle.”

I stand and wait
Bare and naked
In winter’s storms

For the coming
For my resurrection
For mankind to understand

Peace.

Monday, April 19, 2010

APRIL 19, 2010 POEM A DAY (JE' MEIN) (2ND RESPONSE)

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JUST FOR FUN

Je’Mein


In “Z” island of Je’maka
There iz a pardying man

Je’Mein, Oh Je’Mein

Vith hiz straw hat
He smokes hiz veed

Je’Mein, Oh Je’mein

Pardy’s vith “z” vomen
Pardy’s vith ”z” men
Je’Mein, Oh Je’Mein

Vith “z” beauties of hiz isle,
He dances till dawn,
Je’Mein - Vhat a pardying man!

Vith hiz weed in one hand,
And hiz drink in “z” other

Je’Mein, Oh Je’Mein

Vith hiz style, men zayz
He’z “z” horns, and “z” vomen
Melt vithin hiz armz!

Oh Je’Mein, Je’Mein
Vhat a pardying man!

Vith life in hiz deedz,
Love vithin hiz heart,
Je’Mein iz Je’Mein
Juzt a pardying man

APRIL 19, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (JOHN'S UNAWARE)

2010 APRIL 19

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For today's prompt, write a poem about somebody and be sure to include the person's name in the title of your poem (no reason to hide the person's identity here). Write a poem about Abraham Lincoln, Emily Dickinson, Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi, your next door neighbor, your child, or the person standing behind you. I guess you could even technically write a poem about yourself (just make sure you include your name in the title).

John's Unaware


I lay very still as the
Illumination of the digital clock
Swallows another minute.
I hear his breath
Begin to rumble and roar
Into that old familiar snore.
I touch the tip of his nose
Feather-like and he stirs
And again the snoring is broken
For only a short time
As I lay next to him
He knows not of my sleepless nights
I dare not move
For fear I would awaken him
He knows not of the anxiety attack
That has gripped my soul
He just snores.

Sunday, April 18, 2010

APRIL 18, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (TO BE ATTACHED)

2010-04-18
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For today's prompt, take the phrase "To (blank)," replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write the poem. Some examples: "To the left, to the left," "To write or not to write," "To Kill a Hummingbird," "To the Doghouse," etc. There are so many possibilities.


To Be Attached
God has given
All
A rainbow of colors
To draw upon
It is our choice
On what side of the spectrum
We utilize.
To combine,
And color
The world around us
Producing one’s aura
To be attached
To God’s brilliant light.

APRIL 17, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (HORROR, THE LAST CITY DEADLINE FOR A SCIENTIFIC MIND) (10,11,12,15,17 COMBINED)

2010-04-17
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For today's prompt, write a science poem. Science encompasses a lot, so your poem doesn't have to be scientific to still be a science poem. For instance, you could have a poem titled something like "The Science of Love," and then examine a relationship. Voila! A science poem! Of course, it'll be interesting to see how many poets talk about volcanoes and single cell organisms, not to mention finding out how many "mad scientists" are out there.

Something I'm working on

Day 10 Horror Day 11 the last blank Day 12 city Day 15 deadline poem Day 17 science

HORROR, THE LAST CITY DEADLINE FOR A SCIENTIFIC MIND

The Scientific Mind Asks?
I'm empty, but filled with these words like

Where does your mind start and your soul begin?
Music and lyrics
Crosses our souls
Reaches through time and space
To that moment.
Then we laugh, cry, or just smile
For the Moment Captured!

Do the memories of the self, produce a life?
Our fingerprints won't fade on the lives' we have touched
As she passes the waiter he spins around,
She gently stops him with her palm against his chest,
He grabbed her hand, asking
"Do you care to dance?"
She replied "only the tango, on a full moon lit night"
She smiles, he grins the moment is fades.
“Color My World” Cousin Lauren playing her flute,
Eyes closed, I am there again.

Why would it turn out to have Horror woven within it?
Many Prayers
Say as many prayers as you want,
But at 86 she's almost shinning the gates with her breath
As She sits in a medical bed in middle of my dining room

Is the home where the physical body lives?
I have landed on the island of the misfit toys.
Or the last city you lived in?

Why across the street I had a dream, and my dreams are always across the street?
Like the strobe of the cursor, lulling you to sleep past your deadline
Always seeing the same time each night 4:23AM
Or the river of life catapulting (ME /YOU)
Onto the rocky estuary before the entrance of the sea of eternity.

Is a deadline where we expire?
It appears we have a problem of some magnitude
Our dead are demanding

Will we travel faster without armor?
Yes because I have immortalized you in words
Which are memorized and taught to dissolve once they hit my tongue?
I have been told I am logorrhea, Chatty Kathy that’s me

APRIL 16, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (NOT FOGOTTEN BY GOD) (2ND RESPONSE)

2010-04-16
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Not Forgotten By God

As the sun peeks through the canopy,
A tear drop of sunlight stains the earth....
On the century old and neglected Palisade Interstate Park Cemetery
Proving they are not forgotten by God

APRIL 16, 2010 POEM A DAY (RABBITS AND DEATH)

2010-04-16
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Maybe it's a little too close to tax day, but today's prompt is to write a death poem. You can write about a specific death or consider death as an idea. In the tradition of Emily Dickinson (and other poets), you could even address Death as an entity. Or you can surprise us with a different spin on the subject.

Rabbits & Death

I came across an emerald green field
And happened to fall into a hole
Where Alice's rabbit bit my ass
So I had to chase him through
This illuminating tunnel
Where the one eyed Jack,
Kissed the black Ace of Spades
And caused the sentence of disgrace
The court was held in that same field
Where I had fallen
In love with a Black Ace
And found myself sentenced
To a living death.

APRIL 14, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (BACK WASH ISLAND)

2010-04-14

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For today's prompt, take the phrase "(blank) Island," replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write the poem. You could do a well-known island, such as "Treasure Island," "Ellis Island," or "Total Drama Island." Or you could make up the name of an island. Or you could even have a long drawn out title, such as "You'll never get me on an island" or "If I were on a deserted island."

Back Wash Island

The backwash of the Atlantic waves
Washes over my size ten foot
Hunched over, gazing upon
The gifts the wave carries in.
I walk along the beach
In silent contemplation
Collecting the treasures
And ocean’s discards.
Peace and tranquility are the sounds
Cooing and caressing the shore.
The ocean’s natural gifts given freely,
As the back wash of the Atlantic waves
Washes over my size ten foot
As it silently cleanses my soul.

APRIL 13, 2010 POEM A DAY (HARBOR OF LOVE & LONELY SONG SUNG) "TWO FOR TUESDAY"

NOTE DAY 10 11 12 15 IS ON DAY 17

2010-04-13

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Two for Tuesday time!
Here are today's two prompts:
1. Write a love poem.
2. Write an anti-love poem.

Harbor of Love

I leave the black wrought iron gate ajar
My signal to you, if you ride by
To bring the sweetness of your love
Into the warmth of my awaiting heart
In the silence of early morn,
You come to me
Bring raw passion,
The longing desire
The fire in lust
Of our eternal love
We embrace, as if years
Have passed since our last encounter
Yet it may be only hours last we touched
Our lovemaking begins slowly, gently
Each counter acting the other's motions
Our animal needs enhancing and intensifying
As our motions quicken
Clawing and biting each other, with unquenchable desires
We collide and expel against one another
You cause me to forget to breathe
As I drown in our love
You spread my arms cross like
Pinning me down, as your rhythm is a constant flow
Making the world stop
We roll, you hold my breasts, then glide to my hips
Always keeping our movements synchronized,
Exactly hitting my internal itch
You pull at my hair as I reach one of many climaxes
Moving together with groans, heavy breathing and sweet sweat
We conclude in a furry of our shared climax
And tumble against the bed
Intertwined, satisfied, content
We dose off within the harbor of each other's arms
Knowing the outside world cannot touch us.

2010-04-13

Lonely Song, Sung

There is a lonely song
Written from deep within my soul
Where love ceases to exist
And sorrow is my only friend
Yet within this lonely song
I sing…
Of a perfect love
One to take the sorrow away
Yet as this love replaced my sorrow
It gave instead such fear
Only I am not singing of the future
I know it is only my past
Of a love for a man
Who must take control
Through fear and pain…
The love which I sing
Is now and forever lost
Which brought nothing
More than an induced nightmare
I sing my song
Of a sorrow which I befriend
So many years before
Now the love I thought is shown
Is another of fear and pain…?
Is this song of sorrow for myself,
Wanting always to be love?
Or is it the cruel world,
I am forced to live in?
All I can do is sing of sorrow,
Of a love I will not find
For each love I believe in
Only causes fear and pain.

APRIL 12, 2010 POEM A DAY (MESA MATHRUH, EGYPT)

2010-4-12
For today's prompt, pick a city, make that the title of your poem, and write a poem. Your poem can praise or belittle the city. Your poem could be about the city or about the people of the city. Your poem could even have seemingly nothing to do with the city. But the simple act of picking a city will set the mood (to a certain degree), so choose wisely.



Mesa Mathruh, Egypt


Jingle, Jingle
Of the donkey drawn taxi carriages

Dowah, Dowah
Of the cotton candy man

Psst, Psst
Of the sales men boys along the beach

Swish, Swish
Of the aqua blue sea mingling with
The white, white powered sands

Scuff, Scuff
Of the ship-ships hitting the sanded road

Moo or Bah
Of the loose herds crossing the streets

Flutter, Flutter
Of kites flying higher than the

Mosque’s twin towers
The calling to worship
Five times a day echoing off the sea.

I listen to Mesa Mathruh
As she asks me where I’ve been.

APRIL 9, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (FREE SPIRIT)

2010-04-09

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For today's prompt, write a self-portrait poem. Other artists study themselves to create compositions (not all of them exactly flattering either), so it is only natural that poets, who are word artists, write self-portrait poems from time to time. In fact, some poets make self-portrait poetry "their main thing." For at least today, make it yours.

Free Spirit

I am the soul that belongs
To no one and everyone simultaneously

I am that being, that is
Inhaled and exhaled

As easily as all require oxygen
I am the seer of the fortune,

Like the sunken Titanic
Seeing all and giving nothing

I am the wild gypsy
Dancing with No spotlight

As the full moon hides
Behind a heavy veil of clouds

I am that free spirit
Mother always warned you about!

APRIL 8, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (SLANG SLUNG)

2010-04-08
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For today's prompt, pick a tool, make that the title of your poem, and write your poem. There are the more obvious tools, of course: hammer, screwdriver, wrench, etc. But there also less obvious tools and/or specialized tools available as well. Before attacking this poem, you may want to just think about the various possibilities first. Or just write.

Slang Slung

Words, the tools of the trade!
What if bad was good
And good was bad
Could I be a bad little girl?
Wanting a good little boy
Play with all the bad toys?

So if good is bad
And bad is good,
Who’s to know?
When we put
On our show
Where good will go
And Bad just stays?

What if bad became gooder?
And good became badder
Like the slang that some sling
Listening to a Bad Girl
And watching a good boy?

Let’s not say bad
Cause it’s badly
Let’s not say good
Cause it’s well
Let’s find the definitions!
To interpret
The slang that some sling.

APRIL 7, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (UNTIL PASSING)

2010-04-07

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For today's prompt, take the phrase "Until (blank)," replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and write the poem. Possibilities include: "Until we meet again," "Until tomorrow," "Until monkeys fly out my butt," or even "Until blank" (why not?). Until we meet again, have a great Wednesday!

Until Passing

White splattered clouds grace the sky
An umbrella tumbles in the wind

Casting shadows big and small
Over grass once lush and verdant

Tickling the un-sunned shin, hidden
Beneath layers of the petticoat’s weight

For a cacophony of white satin rustle
The wind echoes it’s autumn call

Touching the remembrance of summer
As middle age and childhood crisscross

So do the midday clouds in the vast blue
Like frosted lace ribbons declaring nature

Where once young and precious sprouts
Now turning gold and amber upcoming winter

In the distance, brown eyes await the passing
Until my green eyes will close.

APRIL 6, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (WITCHES AND POCAHONTAS) "TWO FOR TUESDAY"

2010-04-06

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Today is the first Tuesday of April, which means it is also the first "Two for Tuesday" prompt of the month. Poets can choose to write one of the prompts, or they can write both. Personally, I usually just choose one.

For this prompt, write an ekphrastic poem. According to John Drury's The Poetry Dictionary, ekphrastic poetry is "Poetry that imitates, describes, critiques, dramatizes, reflects upon, or otherwise responds to a work of nonliterary art, especially the visual." So, I've provided links to two pieces of art, and I want you to pick one (or both) to write an ekphrastic poem. (It would be helpful for you to mention which art you picked.)

1.) Pocahontas, by Annie Leibovitz

2.) Flight of the Witches, by Francisco de Goya



Witches and Pocahontas

I had a dream last night
My sister witches
Levitated above my head
With mother, gone and forgotten
As they ascended
They throw magical dust
Covering me like a blanket
Keeping me safe.
It is not your time yet
There is much to do.

No Sisters are they really
I am no witch.

I am the last female wizard,
Of your magic
Not the same.
But thank you
Your well weaved spells
To send me on ahead.

My spirit is the wind
That caresses Pocahontas raven hair
My touch is being
Barefooted, and as graceful as a doe.
My love is a ship in a harbor
Always safe and warm.
My life is the forest
Tall Green and alive.
Look around
To find all of me.

APRIL 5, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (BEING VS.SOUL)

2010-04-05

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For today's prompt, write a TMI poem (or too much information poem). As with all prompts, there are a number of ways to come at this one. You can make it about gossip or revealing too much personal information. You could write an information overload poem. Or...well, I'm interested to see what everyone produces.


Being vs. Soul

Affable - I am to all
Upon the nebulous of the soul
Yet stilted within appearance
The old rejuvenate ego
Becomes impromptu
Within one's havoc being
Soliloquy echoes
Perverse to the bland ostracize

Candor expressions
Relinquishes devoid of memory
Advent upon injunction
Of the bicameral fact
Being vs. soul
Which is which?

APRIL 4, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (HISTORY TEACHER) (2ND RESPONSE)

2010-04-04

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For today's prompt, write a history poem. This could mean a poem about your country's history, the history of an event or a tool, or even your own personal history. Hey, you could even write about the history of a relationship. The history of everything is fair game. Have fun!

HISTORY TEACHER

I had history teaches
To drool for:

I had a 60 peace throw back
Wishing him a witch’s spell.

I had a pre- yuppies, Hippie
conscience on the Earth, not her children.

I had a 70’s Rocker
Teaching history with examples of the Beatles.

I had a tight-wade
With a Punctuality complex

I had a jean wearing, open,
White, buttoned down shirt

I had a blue eyed muscle man
Who sat crossed leg on the

History teacher’s desk!
Ahhhh History!

To be again,
Knowing then

What I have learned until now.

APRIL 4, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (OBSCURE PASSING OF ECHOING TIME)

2010-04-04

For today's prompt, write a history poem. This could mean a poem about your country's history, the history of an event or a tool, or even your own personal history. Hey, you could even write about the history of a relationship. The history of everything is fair game. Have fun!

Obscure Passing of Echoing Time

As white rivers quietly
Rush in tandem,
Abandoned in a time forgotten
Captured in the sins of the mother
Forever disconnected
In the echoing time
Of then of now?

As I look into the blue gray sky
When the pinks and mauves
Of sunset has faded
And the darkness
Has yet arrived,
Staring up passed the blue spruce
Which have been here before I
And I shall leave before them.

The top most branches
Stilled defined before
Darkness swallows the
Last breath of daylight.

High above tiny white and red
Lights blink
A jet passes, with no sound,
Darkness breathes
Covering the world.

I am disconnected
As I witness the birthing
Of the first evening star.

Echoing to me
The obscure passing of time.


APRIL 3, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (CREATION OF SHAHENDA)

2010-04-03

 For today's prompt, I want you to take the phrase "Partly (blank)," replace the blank with a word or phrase, make that the title of your poem, and then write the poem. For instance, your poem might be titled "Partly Cloudy," "Partly Crazy," "Partly Out of Touch," or whatever.

Creation of Shahenda

I am partly the moon
From the radiance of the sun

I am partly the earth
From the quenching of the rain

I am partly the sun
From the gravitation of the Galaxy

I am partly the water
From the winds of the atmosphere

I am partly the plant
From the photosynthesis of light

I am partly the daughter
From a father unknown

I am partly the sister
From siblings of others

I am partly the wife
From the desires of other

I am partly the maid
From the needs of gaggle

I am partly the chief
From the lust of taste

I am partly the painter
From the scenes that haunt me

I am partly green
From the found object collages created

I am partly the word
From the poetry I weave

I am partly myself
From the world around me

APRIL 2, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (BLUE HOLE)

2010-04-02
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For today's prompt, write a water poem. The poem could be specifically about water or just include water somewhere within the poem. You could even write about water-based phenomenon, such as rainbows or water spouts.

The Blue Hole
Dahab - Sinai - Egypt

Step carefully with ship-ship, sandal or water shoes,
The water washed rocks are round
On which you place your feet.
Enter the Mia (water) with care and curiosity,
In hand is mask and snorkel.

Step lightly for all is alive beneath your feet.
Walk the hundred yards to the edge
Of the continental shelf.
Place mask upon face: insert snorkel within mouth,
Glide above the massive shelf.

The Red Sea is heavy laden in salt,
Making one buoyant, as if flying above.
Open your eyes and peer upon
Bushes of coral coloring the shelf’s walls,
In blues, pinks, greens, and whites,
Each it’s own colony of marine life.

Swim with the blue, black and silver fish
Close enough to touch.
See the hand of God, grace the water
As rays of silver white light dance
Before you, within the aqua blue sea.

Swim among the coins of transparent fish,
Sprinkled before you.
Spy upon the colored corals
Coming alive with it’s own colored fish.

Watch the fluorescent green fish
With ruby lipped smile,
Move his big yellow eye up to see
What fish you are?

Amazing the cast of color
Within the marine life,
God has placed
Around the blue hole.

APRIL 1, 2010 POEM A DAY (SHAHENDA'S VOCATION)

2010-04-01

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Today is day one, and for some reason the number one made me think of "One is the Loneliest Number," by Three Dog Night. That's what happens when I create prompts while listening to the oldies music channel, I guess.

As a result, the prompt for day one is to write a lonely poem. The narrator could be lonely. Someone or something in the poem could be lonely. Or the poem itself could try to evoke a feeling of loneliness for the reader. Or, as in challenges past, you could take the poem in a completely unique direction.


Shahenda’s Vocation

She steps onto the balcony, gazing
Far unto the edges of her reign.
Moonlight radiates strands of auburn hair
Eschewing from beneath her night bonnet.

The night is young, as she
What wanting and needing
Stirs within her about him
Knowing not whence he came.

Gently a cool breeze brushes her cheek
She closes her eyes, and cocks her head
Leaning on a palm which is not there
Eyes slit open and she sees her love
She inhales and smells him
Opening her mouth tasting him
Like a snake senses its prey.

The wind blows the echo
Of his whisper
Knowing of her loneliness
For world shall never know
As she stands witness to mankind.

She was born with purpose
Loving all that upon earth
Caretaker of this world.

Duty and honor her birth rights
Chastity and solitude her faith
No Man shall have her, No man to hold
Born Shahenda, “Queen of Queens”
The Watchwoman of time
The last wizard.

APRIL 2010 POEM FOR A DAY CHALLENGE (LIST OF PROMPTS)

1. "Lonely"
2. "Water"
3. Title Starts with “Partly”
4. "History"
5. “Too Much Information"
6. Two for Tuesady: Ekphrastic (art): Flight of the Witches by Goya, Pocahontas by Leibovitz
7. Title Starts with “Until"
8. "Tool"
9. "Self-Portrait"
10.“Horror”
11. Title Starts with “The Last"
12. Cities (City Name is the Title)
13. Two for Tuesday: "Love/Anti-love" )
14. Title “_____ Island"
15. "Deadlines"
16. "Death"
17. "Science"
18. Title Starting with “To
19. Poem About a Person (Name as Title)
20. Two for Tuesday: "Looking Forward/Not Looking Forward"
21. Title Starts with “According to"
22. "Earth"
23. "Exhaustion"
24. "Evening"
25. Poem Inspired by a Song
26. "More than Five Times"
27. Two for Tuesday: "Hope/Hopelessness"
28. "End of the Line"
29. Title Starts with “And Suddenly"
30. "Letting Go"