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
Today’s PAD Challenge was to write a poem around the theme “guilty”. This is what came to mind…
Some guilt reaps visible consequences
Time-outs, losses, jail
Some guilt suffers unseen in hearts and minds
Tears fall in darkest nights
Sobs are silenced in pillows
Some guilt is justified
By wrongs that need righting
Some guilt is self-inflicted
False, unwarranted, and hidden
How do you shed the guilt
That should not be there in the first place?
Today’s PAD prompt was to write an “elements” poem. I thought I’d have a little fun with it!
Universally stands Uranium Along with Neptunium and Plutonium The silvery Samarium Hangs with Europium and Francium “United We Stand” sings Americium Along with Californium And little Berkelium There’s rare sister Ruthenium With her brother, Lawrencium and their friend, Einsteinium We could all use some Technetium With our Chrom(book)ium But no one likes Livermorium This list is fairly Nobelium And that’s not even Hafnium!
The prompt for Day 25 of PAD was “exercise”. In a round about way I turned to thoughts of Cathy, my best friend who died on March 8th. This poem can’t begin to convey our friendship, but it was helpful for me to write it. Before the poem, though, I’d like to share a word that’s new to me but fits right in here –
Propinquity– the state of being close to someone; close kinship
My friend Cathy and I experienced propinquity.
All those excursions we took before I left come back to me now in photographs we walked the downtown streets to bookstores and cafes laughing at inside jokes from our youth You were so witty We scoured antique stores for handkerchiefs and old jewelry and hidden treasures and since you could no longer exercise, you traded me your Zumba CDs for my glass chickens And now I’m miles away and you are gone, but I still look for handkerchiefs that I know you would have liked
The prompt for today is “dead end”. How fitting for the last day of April and the last day of PAD (Poem-a-Day) for 2016. I managed once again to complete all 30 poems; this year I got almost all of them in on time!