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Saturday, April 11, 2020

PAD Challenge Day 11: Control

From Writer's Digest PAD Challenge:

For today’s prompt, write a control poem. That is, write about having control, losing control, or sharing control with others. Of course, I expect at least one person to mention the control key on keyboards. And well, y’all always surprise me, because I can’t control which direction everyone is going to go with this prompt.

Remember: These prompts are just springboards; you have the freedom to jump in any direction you want. In other words, it’s more important to write a new poem than to stick to the prompt.

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  1. Mary Anne Ellenburg-FieldsApril 11, 2020 at 6:15 AM

    ULTIMATE CONTROL

    Is control a state of mind
    That is never lost?
    If I refuse to take it,
    Will someone else will be boss?

    Does control give me
    Peace of mind?
    If I give it away
    Will Peace be hard to find?

    Is control what I need
    Over what I possess?
    If it takes time to manage,
    How much is less?

    Does knowledge and wisdom
    Increase my control?
    Should I embrace learning
    No matter the toll?

    Can I desire to control
    and work hard to gain?
    If I think “Yes!”
    Can I endure the pain?

    But what of that which
    I have no control?
    I shall stand under the Shadow
    Of One who controls it all!

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    1. Love it. From all of our yoga chats I'd have to say you like control but are able to "go with the flow" when you need to.

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    2. I enjoyed your poem. Control is a state of mind. And I hate being controlled, too.

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    3. Nicely laid out thoughts well done.

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  2. I can control the number
    of syllables in each line
    of my poem. Count seven.

    I make attempts to control
    content from my fingertips.
    It wanders away from me,

    takes me down those dark alleys,
    opens doors I don't want to
    unlock. Let's go to the park

    instead: outside, pleasant, air.
    Muggers lurk behind foliage
    assaulting my poetry.

    This poem was supposed to be
    about Coronavirus,
    but it got out of control.

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    1. I loved the twist at the end! Fun poem!

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    2. Mary Anne Ellenburg-FieldsApril 11, 2020 at 5:24 PM

      Of course...I did count 7: You are good!
      And yes, control always wanders away from me... it’s some my most frustrating moments until I realize it’s under my control to give the frustration away. My favorite: Verse 3. Diversion is a good tactic!
      Love you dear friend!

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    3. I really like your metaphors, so vivid.

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    4. I enjoy the challenge of syllables and word choices when piecing together a poem.

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  3. behind the wheel
    I have control
    of life and death
    like a god
    snuff existence
    not just me
    but other inhabitants
    of planet earth
    with whom
    I co-exist
    quite a responsibility
    and I’ve never
    hurt another earthling
    with my car

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    1. I've had that fantasy. Well told. It is SO great to have you back here.

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    2. Interesting and nicely said.

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    3. This is a great example of control that is not negative. The responsible thing to do is be in control of you car!

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  4. Control

    Control is an illusion.
    I am not in control
    except sometimes
    of my thoughts
    and even then
    I'm liable
    to lose it.

    The illusion of control
    is just that, a fake
    fleeting feeling
    soon lost
    in the actuality:
    a universe that
    has its own way,
    regardless.

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    1. I agree. It does certainly feel that way quite often.

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    2. This is good, and soooo true. Have you ever read "The Road Less Traveled" by Dr. Scott Peck. There's a chapter on how you can't control anything, you can only control how you respond to what happens. Good book. My Bible.

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  5. Remote
    control pointed
    at me. It didn’t work.
    This dream was a relief during
    divorce.

    Bowling
    Both hands waving
    nudges to the tossed ball.
    Watching. Hoping. It didn’t work.
    Gutter.

    Control
    Alt Delete - Click.
    It might help. It might not.
    Did I save it before it froze?
    Rename!

    Dollars
    in my pocket.
    Save some. Spend some. Hide some.
    I’m stuck in the middle again.
    Save! Save!

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    1. stuck in the middle again. Love it. I wondered if someone would do some different meanings of control. I didn't expect them all in one poem. LOL. Nicely done.

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