Another instapoem and my one allowed haiku for the month.
When Being Polite Is a Losing Game A COVID-19 Poem You can’t do everything right. In these times, the smallest thing can lead to disaster, which has a new definition: death. Here is my list of what may kill me— not today, but in a week or two when the danger is forgotten. … Continue reading PAD Day 6
This Is Also Spring A moment can be a memory which makes me wonder if a moment can fail to be memory. Can I be so erased from time that seeing and hearing and yes, smelling the wind does not trigger other moments, make me remember another time, another wind like the sting from … Continue reading PAD Day 5
Sometimes for this challenge, I’ll do a instapoem. This is one.
Follow that Star I spent my childhood mostly on wheels, roller skating or biking in circles at the end of our street, a row of Cottonwoods masking the tracks but not the sound of trains at night. I was in nature yet not in it. The suburbs were like that, curved rows of ranch … Continue reading PAD Day 3
In the Distance A Covid-19 Poem Millions of introverts just got their most fervent prayer answered. We are alone at last, each in our own bubble, only this time no one chastises us for not going to the party. This time we are the standard and six feet its measure. Much like The Boy … Continue reading PAD Day 2
Most of the time, I will use prompts from Robert Lee Brewer at Poetic Asides. Today his prompt was about a new world or worlds. We certainly have that now, and this is my effort. Baking Bread It takes a slower time, at least I thought it did, but really, it slows time to the … Continue reading PAD Challenge Day 1
It seemed like a good time to publicly draft, poems, lots of poems, and NaBloPoMo (and the PAD Challenge) seems like a good way to do it. I will use the prompts provided by Robert Lee Brewer at Poetic Asides. There may be some days when I take my own direction, and I’ll let you … Continue reading April Poetry Month and NaBloPoMo
I must admit, a fair amount of my weekend was taken up by this.
There weren't as many booths this spring as before, but there were still some crafts I would be happy to let someone else do for me.