Today’s PAD prompt was “regrets”. Robert suggested a persona poem, so I attempted to put myself in someone else’s shoes.
the girl wearing pink sparkle flip flops in Wal-Mart she must be about seven yes, seven she has my freckles and light brown eyes it could be her I start to speak reach out to touch her hair her mother turns, startled her mother with freckles and light brown eyes I dip my head to hide the tears busy my hands choosing detergent she’s not the one the one I gave away
PAD Day 21 was to write about an object. So many of us confuse the church building with the one true church. I didn’t give this poem a title (yet), but I was think of the building that houses the church.
This building with its multicolored panes That tell the stories of the saints of old The highly polished wooden pews that creak These pews that hold the sheep within the fold
This structure built upon a little hill Though humble brick, within a message bold Is spoken there for all who come to hear The sweetest story that has e’er been told
This house of worship gathers saints who sing Clear voices lifted up, God is extolled Melodious and reverent the refrain Amazing grace abounds in this stronghold