So, the last day of PAD arrived with a prompt of “The _________” . I went with the theme of the whole month. I love this poetic marathon every year; I just hope to keep at it. I hope to polish up a few poems and submit some for publication. Perhaps THIS will be the year!
she breathes the air of yesterday infused with memories sweet and clear outside her window, falling rain transports her to childhood afternoons or to the coast of Ireland or to a washed out hope
she dreams of possibilities and regrets possibilities give her words that soar regrets form melancholic stanzas and so she writes into the night on tear-stained paper
she walks through days alone gathering images and syllables saving them in her pocket hiding them in her heart until they spill out unrestrained and satisfying
Every spring when the jasmine blooms outside my door I close my eyes and I’m seventeen I hear Simon and Garfunkel Blowing through the jasmine in my mind The world is full of promise And unrequited love A small gust blows me out of my reverie But that jasmine Makes me feel fine
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