all happens for a reason
For today’s prompt, which is a Two-for-Tuesday prompt, pick one (or both):
-Write a finished poem.
-Write a never finished poem.
(As usual, I did both at the same time.)
I’m finished! I made it!
All the way to Day 30.
Doing this Poem-A-Day Challenge,
Had me writing a lot of poetry.
I learned a lot of things,
Along this poetic journey.
For today’s prompt, take a line from one of your poems (preferably one of your April poems), make it the title of your poem today, and then, write the poem.
“hitting SNOOZE” (from Day 23)
No! I need more sleep,
So, I’ll just hit SNOOZE.
It’s quite okay,
I have some time to lose.
Nine minutes pass,
The alarm sound blasts,
Once again I refuse.
This cycle repeats:
The hour hand moves.
Now it’s thirty past eight,
Oh no! I’m gonna be late!
What did I do?
The alarm had stopped
Because I hit OFF
Instead of hitting SNOOZE!
For today’s prompt, write a shadorma. For those new to the shadorma, it’s a fun little 6-line poem that follows this syllable count: 3/5/3/3/7/5.
and the needle drops
in the groove
with a static hiss and pop
transforming my mood
For today’s prompt, write a mechanical poem. Either you’re mechanically-inclined, or you’re like me and hit things to make them work after they break (which, by the way, rarely works).
pendulums and springs
wheels move hands over a face
For today’s prompt, write a casting poem. Casting can take on several meanings, including casting a spell, casting a line (such as in fishing), casting the actors in a play, and I suppose even the act of creating a cast.
A POET’S INCANTATION
An incantation to bring divine inspiration
To pen marvelous poems without any hesitation.
It is time to unbind your mind,
Now carefully… recite each line:
A grain of salt, a grain of sand,
A grain of honesty from an honest man.
A tear from a phoenix, a tear from a dove,
A tear from someone’s recent broken love.
The sight of the blind, the hearing of the deaf,
The riches of a poor man who has nothing left.
A drop of blood, a drop of rain,
A drop of your worst remembered pain.
A shot of lies, a shot of truth,
A shot to your heart when it wasn’t bulletproof.
The pin prick of a needle, the slice of a razor blade,
The memories of every single mistake you ever made.
The love of a friend, the hate of an enemy,
The heated intensity of a lover’s jealousy.
The eyes of a hawk, the ears of an owl,
The omniscient presence of an all-knowing power.
The barbs of a quill, the smear of spilled ink,
The paper that awaits the thoughts that you think.
From the top of my head, to the soles of my feet,
I now declare this spell complete.
Several seconds passed, and then several more,
I didn’t feel anything, just the same as before.
The words were correct, my intentions direct,
And yet… the spell did not take effect.
Time went by before I realized,
It wasn’t the incantation, it was me… inside.
I failed to see the natural ability
To express myself openly and freely.
And then suddenly, it dawned on me,
Like a voice that spoke directly to me:
There is no magic in the spell you cast,
Because whatever inspiration you seek…
you already have.
For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Everyone (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles could include: “Everyone Thinks I’m Crazy,” “Everyone Knows the World Is Round,” “Everyone Needs to Leave Me Alone,” or whatever it is that everyone is doing (or not doing).
It was such a crowded affair.
I still don’t know what
Possessed me to even go there.
There were lines a mile long.
The sea of faces went on and on.
And to make matters worse,
It didn’t feel like I belonged.
I was so happy at the very end
When I finally told my friend,
“Sorry, next time you’re going alone.
I just can’t go through this again.”
I went on my way.
My friend went on their way.
I don’t know if we can call us friends anymore.
We never spoke to each again since that day.
For today’s prompt, write an auto poem. Auto could mean automobile, automatic, automaton, or any number of possibilities.
We clock in. We clock out.
It’s the same thing each day.
All monotonous, not autonomous.
We need to break away.
Performing the same tasks
Without thought or provocation.
They want a pre-programmed robot
Set on full automation.
Do this. Do that. Are we to go
About our work and just remain silent?
Like a mindless drone set upon its course
As if we were put on autopilot.
We’re to disconnect our intellect,
Swatted down like some measly insect.
Roaming like a zombie searching for the brain matter
That is the sanity to survive until the next paycheck.
Numbing down our mentality.
Micromanaged to a ridiculous degree.
Stripped of freedom and imprisoned to voluntary slavery.
And thus, rewiring our natural circuitry.
We are subjected to the tyranny of the dollar sign,
And it’s actually quite traumatic.
We must redefine the line
That has kept us behind,
Confined and blind
From a freedom so benign.
It’s time to unleash our mind
From this daily grind
And not resign
To these familiar binds…
That have become so automatic.
Today is a Two-for-Tuesday prompt. Here are your options:
-Write a love poem.
-Write an anti-love poem.
As usual, I did both at the same time.
smelling fresh cut grass
speaking in front of a class
mint chocolate chip ice cream
creating a public scene
telling funny jokes
the smell of cigarette smoke
putting smiles on faces
hearing about miscarriages
remarks that are disparaging
music on vinyl
no’s that are final
watching the news
sleeping late on Sundays
waking up on Mondays
walks on beaches
cool ocean breezes
adults that whine
heights of great design
snakes of any kind
people that are bossy
eating fried chicken
being nausea stricken
running, when I’m finished
running, while I’m still in it
creating a story
a friend’s loyalty
house that’s a mess
one night stands
women in high heels
my fetishes revealed
(oh my… TMI?)
seeing an attractive woman, by herself, standing in line
not having the guts to ask her if she’d like to go out some time
For today’s prompt, write a complex poem. Complex is a complex word that can refer to mental state, apartments, difficulty of a situation, and so many other complex situations.
Human complexity is a commodity in today’s society.
The diversity is a necessity to exercise our minds perfectly.
Too many times people fall into an place of complacency.
They act without thought and the mind loses efficiency.
We think we want it simple.
We think we want it easy.
But thinking and discerning, my friend
Are already complex entities.
This poem, for instance, follows a certain grammatical procedure.
But take it a step further and let’s complicate the structure.
Normally we read left to right just like this.
.bit little a for left to right go let’s Now
.discern to hard and strange it’s first At
.learn to begin you lines few a after But
.do to needs it what to adapt will mind Your
.amused hopefully then confused first At
I hope you can see that we’re back to normalcy.
Now let’s change the view and drop a vowel or two.
Y?ur m?nd w?ll perce?ve what ?t sh?uld see,
F?ll?ng ?n the letters w?th m?derate ease.
Just a way to explore,
The mind’s apprehension.
We said it before,
And I’ll help you say it again:
Human __________ is a _________ in today’s _______.
The _________ is a _________ to exercise our minds _________.
(Now, did you look back up to see?
Or did you repeat it from memory?)