From Writer's Digest PAD Challenge:
After today’s poem, we’ll be 60 percent of the way through this challenge. If you’ve made it this far, you’ve got a better than 60 percent chance of making it to the finish line. In my case, I know not every day has been pretty, but I’ve got up and poemed—and that alone is something. So let’s keep at it.
For today’s prompt, write a message poem. You can decide the medium: Message in a bottle, postcard, or voice mail. Of course, there are text messages, telegrams, and letters. My wife loves to leave me messages on Post-It notes (and I love to find them). So write a message in a poem today!
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.
Message to Bonnie
ReplyDeleteI have not
been a believer
since age eighteen.
You too were atheist
till the end.
Your dying made me
understand why
so many believe in
afterlife.
Needed to survive.
even as a non believer in a Big God up in the sky who can determine my fate, I do have a belief and in that belief is the will to carry on...great poem...
DeleteMoving, and complete.
DeleteTrue message. If you want to believe in afterlife you have to believe in “something.”
DeleteIf I hadn't met and interacted with people from the afterlife I might feel like you do. A very special poem. Your sister is missed; she was a fine poet.
DeleteMESSAGE ON MY TOMBSTONE
ReplyDeleteBE HAPPY!
When I am gone, know that I left at the right moment.
Life was no longer sustaining me.
To live on, in time, would have been a travesty.
REJOICE
That I had a good life shared with many.
That I gave a small wrinkle in time, all I was worth.
That I became, despite the odds, what I was created to be.
BE FULL OF JOY
Do not fill your days with tears; laughter is the best medicine.
Do not allow fear to alter your opportunities; nothing can separate you from perfect love.
No matter how long, life is too short to waste.
LET LOVE, BE LOVE
Love is both an action and an emotion.
Love the people who share life with you.
Let love be the springboard of your creativity and passion.
CLEAR YOUR CONSCIENCE
Give yourself the most attention to avoid your greatest fool.
Do right by all to keep your conscience your best guide.
When you fail, ask for forgiveness and begin again.
FORGIVE OTHERS
Life is filled with broken promises and creed,
The brokenness in spirit can last forever,
Unless you forgive when others fail you, though it may take a day or a lifetime.
SEEK WISDOM
Glean from others what experience has taught.
Check your own thoughts with clear reasoning.
When answers elude, remember:
The search for God is the Beginning of Wisdom.
great sentiment and hopes for your demise...be a heck of a large tombstone though, dear...lol....I HAD to say that...I tried to resist but I couldn't help myself....
DeleteLMAO. Sisters think alike again. I kept thinking that's going to have to be one huge tombstone. I do agree with the sentiments.
DeleteGreat message.
DeleteLovely message, nicely said--could need a large stone for it,as has been said.
Deletethe message
ReplyDeletecame so briefly
through his radio
nothing like it ever
came before
he listened to it over
and over once again
could it be from outer space
were aliens
near our earth
he sent a message out
who are you
where are you
squeak and squawk
came in return
finally a word came through!
English and very scared
mayday, mayday, help me please
alarmed he got his mom
they checked the signal
both together and found
him in the lake
his engine died
he’d sprung a leak
and surely he would drown
they called for help
and saved his life
a hero now
at home
Interesting. But I think it should have been aliens. LOL.
DeleteI can change...LOL !!!
Deletethe message
came so briefly
through his radio
nothing like it ever
came before
he listened to it over
and over once again
could it be from outer space
were aliens
near our earth
he sent a message out
who are you
where are you
squeak and squawk
came in return
then, sparks came
through his speakers
and a roar outside
his house
he looked outside
they'd tracked him down!
they scooped him out
of his very bed
and loaded him in the ship
now, he's gone
and mom misses him
and searches
with the
radio...
I like both. Mostly the aliens.
DeleteOh you are just too clever for words.
DeleteMESSAGE CINQUAIN
ReplyDeleteIf our dreams come from declarative memories, people with amnesia shouldn’t dream at all, or at least dream differently than others do. But new research directed by Robert Stickgold of Harvard Medical School suggests quite the opposite.
Just like people with normal memory, amnesiacs replay recent experiences when they fall asleep, Stickgold’s study shows. The only difference seems to be that the amnesiacs don’t recognize what they’re dreaming about.
this came
to me in a
dream but I don't know
who I was or why maybe
you will
Hey you killed two birds with one stone, so to speak. LOL.
DeleteI understand completely...I like this a lot
DeleteLol. Good one!
DeleteHow creative!
DeleteDear
ReplyDeleteDebbie,
We are all well
during this quarantine. I
hope you miss covid-19.
Love
Your friend
Sue or “That Sue”
As your parents named me so
earning the Sue distinction.
Oh
P.S.
Arick’s 20
this year and his girlfriend gets
to graduate without pomp.
First Meeting
ReplyDeleteBobbing on the surface of casual conversation,
the child within peers through adult eyes.
"Do you like me?" Hangs in the air unspoken,
travels the length of the gaze and returns.
To know one another tread water for a while.
Look into the eyes of the other and see
both adult and child, both hunger and offering.
What do you need? What do I need?
Can we give to one another what we have to give
or must each go hungry for wanting what is not.
Conjecture is part of the process. Each moment
brings something more to the table until we part.
Love the interaction in this one.
DeleteEarning the trust of a little one is a road of patience and worth the journey.
ReplyDeleteThis poem is about our inner children reacting, not a real child. Thanks for your comment!
ReplyDeleteNow that you mention it, it makes sense. But I thought it was a "real child" too.
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