PAD 4 - Wish

For today’s prompt, write a wish poem. The poem could be about making a wish or granting a wish. It could focus on the fallout from a wish granted or denied. Or think up a wishful scene to share in your poem.



Wish

We understand
with the dandelion

that the way to make a wish
is to be sincere
to focus
to gather your intention
and then blow the whole damn thing apart

so that all parts
 - light, gentle, designed for journey

can float and lift and drift
in a breeze

random and tender

just on their way now

some catching light

some  
will grow into another weed
radiating like a little sun
for a time
then aging into another

– gathered puff of hope.

PAD 3 - Follow

For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Follow (blank),” replace the blank with a new word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles include: “Follow the Leader,” “Follow Me on Twitter,” “Follow Your Heart,” and/or “Follow the Light.” So many things to follow or not.


You Know
Follow, will we?
your lead
– you always lead – 

out of the body
out of the story
out of the beating needs

that seem to come from the heart
or the blood
– the blood we shared

away from the bones
that have always worked together 
to propel us through space
with purpose

out of space itself perhaps,
and, I suspect, out of purpose as well.

What, then, was purpose?


Follow, will we?
Away into what 
will we follow you?

And how soon?

PAD 2 - space poem

For today's prompt, write a space poem.



A Room of One's Own


I am lucky
I have this box.

I am lucky I have this box
to be in.

I am lucky I have this box to be 
in alone.

I am lucky I love to be alone.
My world is calm and gracious and full.

So many, so many, have no space, no space,
no room to turn around, even in their own minds.

The lemons explode outside my window.

Outside my window, the geese fly in form
across the clean, broad sky 

like fingers, a light scratch across
the broad surface of his back.

His back. Come back.

I am lucky to be 
here alone

to have all 
I need  

almost all 
I need.

PAD 1 - New World

For today’s prompt, write a new world poem. There are new worlds and there are new worlds. You could write a poem about discovery of an actual planet. Or maybe your new world is actually a state of mind—or a series of books! In a way, I consider each new challenge a bit of a new world. Let’s explore this one together.


New World

It can be argued
whether or not I am the same person as that girl
who turned over a weighty chunk of broken concrete
and squealed as the fat, white worms
blasted by light
exposed all at once
quickly (and were visible)
wiggled themselves back down 
into darkness.

After a time, all one can say is, 
yes, that was me,
or - I am related to her
– my cells, sloughing off into dust motes
year after year, are related to her.
That seems true.

It also seems to be true
that we all have been
slipping around under a rock of sorts,
a weight that defined our living.

It now
so suddenly lifted!

Us now
blasted by light
exposed all at once.

At night
I curl into myself 
burrow towards darkness
as a landscape
of a new order and manner 
and suggestion
unfurls in underground dream light

I move towards it
(if I am she)
– a stone in my hand

and under it
a teeming world of the
also-living.