Monday, April 30, 2012

Fade Away

Another Poem-A-Day Challenge comes to an end.  It's been fun.  This year I had the added enjoyment of participating with KeyRawr, and have to agree with her sentiments about it wrapping up - it's bittersweet.

Each and every prompt challenged, stretched and sometimes boggled the mind.  The experience definitely amazes and inspires. 

Here's my attempt for the last day of the 2012 PAD Challenge.

Day 30:  Write a fade away poem.

Fractions of everyday
Artistic expression
Dissipate along broken lines;
Energy wanes
Against the mental process of
Waving a not-so-magic wand
Along the glare of an empty page
Yellowed over time.

Sunday, April 29, 2012

Cupid's Bow

Day 29:  Favorite line or image from earlier poem this month; rework into new poem.

Cupid's Bow

I trace a path straight to your heart
and slash through the air as I start
to pull back my arrow
that flies like a sparrow,
now we won't ever be apart.

Saturday, April 28, 2012

Small Stone and a Problem Poem

First things first...

I have another Small Stone up today at A Handful of Stones.  I'm particularly proud of this one.  The lake area holds lots of memories and great opportunities for pictures and to just pay attention.  Check out my featured Small Stone, along with others.

My photo here doesn't depict the image in my Small Stone. Different day, different weather, but this has always been one of my favorites.

Day 28:  Write a problem poem. 

Chained hay(na)ku

stem from
deep rooted wounds

fester; burn
out of control

Friday, April 27, 2012

The Trouble Is...

Day 27:  The Trouble Is (blank)

The Trouble Is I Procrastinate Too Much

Like right now when I close my eyes
and will the words to come,
but instead I'm more interested in the noises
within the quiet walls and the world outside -
the fizzing Dr Pepper can on my desk,
the wind as it howls, breathes heavily 
down my neck to get my work done,
the cat curled up in the corner snoring,
how much better I'd feel myself if I slept,
the laundry that didn't get done, the book I want to read,
the e-mail I just had to open because the
knowledge that I have mail stares at me
like a flashing neon sign, a beacon in the night,
it's all an unavoidable pull.


A constant battle,
a fight I often don't win.

For Day 26 (write an animal poem), I had a lot of ideas that just didn't pan out again.  I wanted to write about our cute, fuzzy, loveable cats, but finding the right words proved harder than it should've been, and I was just too tired to keep trying.  One of those days. 

June bugs flit
against the window at night
it sounds like rain

Thursday, April 26, 2012


Okay, a day behind but here's day 25:  Write a poem about a sport.

For this prompt, several ideas came to me and it was hard to stick to just one.  I had more half-finished poems at the end of the day than anything else.

Today, I managed some that I was actually happy with. 

Three haikus:

She's such a bad sport
no one wants to play with her
she runs from herself.

I watch from afar
not partaking in the sport
if it meant I'd lose. 

He wears a sport coat
and a smug smile while he drives
his fancy sports car.

In the Outfield

A ponytailed girl of nine stands in left field.
Some say there's not a lot of action out here,
but she catches all kinds of butterflies with her mitt,
chases her dog in her mind,
stomps ants with her fast running shoes,
hits dandelions to watch the tiny seeds
parachute in the wind, and runs out of breath
for the fleeting moment when a ladybug lands on her arm.
She scores a home run with each new find.

Tuesday, April 24, 2012


Day 24:  Two-for-Tuesday.  (1) Write a love poem, or (2) write an anti-love poem.


Unconditional Love

Unlocking my heart was
Not something anyone had ever
Come close to.
Once, when I wasn't looking, you felt the
Need or
Desire to
Insist on
Tracing a path straight to my heart,
Odd little
Lovely and on display
Like sparkling gems that
Openly dance in the dark

Monday, April 23, 2012


Day 23:  Write a morning poem.


Starting the day with the shrill sound of a truck backing up,
I reach over to slap the alarm clock, snuggle deeper under
the covers, and recover from the rude awakening.

Sunday, April 22, 2012


Day 22:  Write a judging poem.


Coffee grounds sit on the counter all day
forty-eight crayon drawings on the wall
dirt stained carpet won't be going away
we'll play in the sand, our chores will be stalled
critical eye scans to judge the decay.

When I saw today's prompt, I remembered a poem I wrote 5 years ago that I knew would fit.  I wanted to show it here, too, and maybe spot some progress between then and now, but not sure I see it.  Anyway, here it is:


Across the table
I sit
drowning in the shallowness
of her conversation
and I eye her
through the swirling green liquid
of her apple martini
the smell of disappointment wafts to my nostrils
as she takes a sip
making her perfections
distorted and ugly
I hold the vision
and drink my own choice of poison
feel the burn in the back of my throat
just like the words
I want to speak, but don't

Saturday, April 21, 2012


Day 21:  Write an under the microscope poem.



Curling waves
and peacock feathers
swirl on my
tongue, move through
my blood at dizzying rates
distorted at dawn

Friday, April 20, 2012

Let's Sleep On It

Day 20:  "Let's (blank)"...

Let's Sleep On It

on our
to call it a night
and to remain indecisive.

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Life Events

Day 19:  Write a life event poem.

Lost and Found

An independent nature keeps her feet
planted on the ground, but somewhere her mind
has wandered and untimely death she'll meet,
not to make it home, but return in pine.
Unfortunately, this she couldn't cheat.


When I Do

Whenever I do
satin bells and delicate
butterfly wings will
dance in the soft ocean breeze,
carry vows on sunset hues.

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Southern Fried Picnic

Day 18:  Regional Cuisine.

Southern Fried Picnic

Red and white checkered blanket on the ground
honeysuckle breeze lifts your auburn hair.
Under a shade tree, the best spot we found
fried chicken and sweet tea for us to share.
Potato salad and a juicy peach
the liquid drips down your chin to your shirt.
A bowl of mixed greens is just out of reach
on our tongues, the tinglin' taste buds do flirt.
Banana puddin' and curious ants
I can't continue to keep on eatin'.
I won't be able to button my pants
and a long, restful nap I'll be needin'.
We can lie back, the sun will go down soon
hand in hand, we'll gaze at the stars and moon.

Tuesday, April 17, 2012


Day 17:  Two-for-Tuesday (1) Write a science fiction poem, or (2) write a fantasy poem.

Here are my two for the day.  Both fantasy.

life is
so steeped in
I don't even have time for fantasy.


A kite without a string
floats aimlessly through
the sky.  High on a leisurely
stroll it catches the wind,
dips, twirls, spirals,
waves hello as ducks walk
past on pink cotton candy clouds.
In the distance, a rainbow arcs hazily
after a storm soaks the ground
in a blanket of gold.
Fairy dust, I'm told.

Monday, April 16, 2012

Mixed Up

I'm glad to finally be caught up with the poem-a-day challenge.  I've been writing, but some days the words just don't turn out like I want them to, so my posts get behind.
Yesterday's prompt made me think of the word clouds you can make at Wordle with blocks of text that you've written (not my own photo for the day, but it is a screen shot of words from some of my latest poems), and I tried to get that up last night but after fighting with it  for half an hour, I gave up.  This morning, refreshed and determined, I sat down to try again and finally got it!  Easy stuff if you don't leave out important steps!  It goes just as well with today's "mixed up" prompt, too, I think.

Day 16Write a mixed up poem.

Mixed Up

The cat thinks it's a dog.
The dog doesn't know which way is up.

Why is the fish swimming upside down?

Why is there a penny in my coffee cup?

The hamster is changing colors.
The chameleon is spinning on his wheel.

What is that on the floor?

Who didn't throw away their orange peel?

The turtle twitches his nose.
The rabbit just can't win the race.

Where is Henry the ferret?

Why are there so many animals in this place?

Sunday, April 15, 2012

The Clown

Day 15
Use the following 5 words in your poem:  slash, button, mask, strap, and balloon. 

The Clown 

In awe, I wonder what he's like
under that painted-on mask
with the expressive eyes, big
red smile, and rubber nose.
Leaning in close,
he hands me my sword balloon,
and I slash it through the air.
My brother pops the strap
on his suspender and all he
gets is a pocket full of a lint
and a button.

Saturday, April 14, 2012

Stop to Smell the Flowers

Day 14:  Write a doomsday poem.

(Double tetractys)

talk of the
world coming to
an end, but there's just so much more to do.

I'll stop and smell the pink roses blooming
along fence lines,
kiss kittens,
live life,


Day 13:  Write an unlucky poem. 
I wrote two for this prompt, and had another idea I wanted to keep working on.

a funny
thing, and you could be
lucky if you aren't unlucky.


The black cat
ran in front of my
path, turned and
hissed as if
it was my fault I was there
and maybe it was.

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Yellow Flower

This flower (weed?) was standing tall in the middle of the yard, and I gladly took the opportunity for a picture.  When I adjusted the exposure, it actually turned the grass behind it a purple color.  No idea why, but I like it.

I'm not even sure how I missed posting on Wednesday.  That's usually a weekend thing when I get really busy and sidetracked.  At any rate, I'm still playing catch up.  Here's day 11Pick a season (any season), make it the title of your poem, and then write your poem.

Italian Seasoning

I'm not much of a cook
and he doesn't much care
as long as I wear his favorite apron
and a smile.
I've ruined plenty of dinners
taste testing from his lips,
adding too much spice,
and setting off the smoke alarm.
He prefers a long simmer to a
fast boil, and we pour on more
Italian seasoning.

And day 12Take the phrase "Something (blank)," replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, write your poem.

Something is Amiss (Sijo)

Something is amiss and I haven't a clue what it is.
If the silence is any indication, I should know by now
and try to resolve that darkening sadness in your eyes.

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Small Stone

I have my first featured Small Stone up today at A Handful of Stones, an e-zine run by Fiona Robyn.  I'm so excited to see it there, and glad to have found out about Small Stones.  Go check it out, along with all the other great featured Small Stones.

Also, day 10:  Two-for-Tuesday; (1) Write a forest poem, or (2) Write a tree poem.

(2 Lunes)

A wooden ladder
led the way to our
secret tree house

If you look
you could see the forest
for the trees

Monday, April 9, 2012


Day 9:  Write a shady poem.


is often
hidden in shadows

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Happy Easter

Happy Easter!

Day 8:  Write a rejected poem.

I've often wondered what I'd
say if our paths were to cross again,
if my mouth would even move to
form words.  Would it spit venom
like yours?  Would it simply curve
in a half smile, thankful for your
rejection that set me free? For it
showed your true colors.

Interact Without Speaking

I missed getting this posted on the right day by minutes.  And here I am trying to backtrack almost a week's worth of poems.  I've spent too much time on a couple of them already before ditching the original idea and rewriting.  I'll try to keep up better.

Day 7:  Write a poem describing a scene in which two people interact without talking.

A Lune

The train pulls away
their eyes lock
she blows him a kiss.

Friday, April 6, 2012

Hiding in Plain Sight

I walked outside today and noticed tiny shoots coming up out of the soil in a planter.  This plant comes back every Spring.  My attempts to capture them didn't turn out so well, so I walked a little farther down the walkway and found these tiny light purple flowers near the bushes.  Probably some kind of weed.  The yard seems to be overrun with all kinds of different ones.

I'm finding it a little difficult to focus on both writing and photography, so, not having to look hard for a picture today was a plus.  Both things are creative, but require different efforts from me.  I can multi-task just fine, as long as the 10 things I'm doing all at once don't require too much thought.

Day 6 prompt:  Write a hiding poem.

Secrets (a Lune)

Our darkest secrets
are barely
beneath the surface.

Thursday, April 5, 2012


Day 5 promptWrite a before your time poem.


Two old souls found each other
within the crowd of faceless faces
and nameless names.  With one look,
one smile, one small word,
our lives seamlessly became one -
until it wasn't.

There was no denying the attraction,
the unspoken understanding
in each moment we shared the same breath.
I wish I'd known my own heart better, held
yours tighter as it beat against mine -
until it didn't.

The shocking truth of life's fragileness
still haunts me, shakes me to the core,
wakes me from comfortable slumber
to remind me that we had all the time
in the world -
until we didn't.

With no chance to properly say
goodbye, with so many other things
left unsaid, I chase your ghost, let
your presence comfort me, hold on
to memories I can't release -
until I can.

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

100% Certifiable

Prompt:  100% blank ...

100% Certifiable

She says the voices she hears are very
insistent, and struggles on a daily
basis.  It's the constant change, those harried
moments of confusion when she bravely
quiets the noise 'til it's dead and buried.

(A very rough attempt at a quintain.  I had the title in my head before I knew what I wanted to write, and then chose to go with a form poem).

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Day 3

I already did today's picture, so just to get the poems lined up on the right day, here's my attempt at today's prompt which was to write either an apology poem, or an unapologetic poem.  I went with unapologetic.

I'm Not Really Sorry

Blurry eyed, word weary,
I emerge from the dark corners
and splintered memories of my mind.
I should probably apologize
for the moodiness and
downright lack of attention,
but I must get back to work.
These poems won't write themselves.


I haven't figured out how I'm gonna have any consistency while I'm trying to take photos and write to specific prompts.  Mostly, the pictures won't have anything to do with the prompt for the day and maybe sometimes they will.  I could do the prompts on my old writing blog, but I'm kind of partial to this one now.

Here's my attempt at yesterday's prompt, which was to write a visitor poem.


Your visits are on my list of favorite things -
right up there with having a root canal.
We'll have a fight in my head
before you even arrive.
I'm wound so tight
the dread is coiled in the pit of my stomach,
ready to bounce off of anything you say or do.
Trying to play nice just makes me angrier.
You won't change and neither will I.
Do us both a favor, won't you, and just
stay home?

Monday, April 2, 2012

Fresh Air

Dee likes to sneak out when she can and head straight for the grass on the side of the front porch.  Normally, I grab her up and bring her back in right away, but I thought I'd let her get some fresh air and enjoy her grass this time.  Besides, I needed a new picture.  Or two.

On the PAD front, I got my poem submitted last night for Day 1 (prompt:  Communication). 

A Voicemail to My Muse

I've been trying to reach you all day,
and you haven't returned my calls.
You'd think it'd be easier for us to connect
but sometimes you're so far out of reach
you might as well be on another planet.
Call me back.  I really need to speak with you.

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Poem-A-Day Challenge

I'll still be posting photos, but this month will also be dedicated to the April
Poem-A-Day Challenge.  I participated in the challenge for the first time last year, and enjoyed stretching my creative muscles.  I was up early this morning, ready to run, but tripped over my own feet all day.  I pretty much had most of the weekend to myself.  I read, cleaned, slept, searched out photo opportunities, everything else but write.  I suppose I should allow myself these things and accept my pace for what it is...slow!

The prompt for today:  Write a communication poem.  It's wide open to interpretation.  I already had an idea as soon as I saw the prompt, and am off to get busy with that now.