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Tuesday, April 21, 2020

PAD Challenge Day 21: Love/Anti-Love

From Writer's Digest PAD Challenge:

We’re three weeks into the challenge now, which means “Two-for-Tuesday” day today. This is the one I break out every challenge (alumni know which one I’m talking about).

For today’s prompt:

  • Write a love poem and/or…
  • Write an anti-love poem. Because some folks just aren’t that into love poems.

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.

NOTE: It's prompts like this that make me understand why Tad says he doesn't like the Writer's Digest prompts.Not only is it a lame prompt, he uses this one every *(#@$#@ year.

16 comments :

  1. yes, I said
    I love you
    and I know that
    it’s exciting
    because the birds sing
    celebratory songs
    waterfalls gather rainbows
    in misty moment memories
    woodland winds wander aimlessly
    down corridors fragrant
    with foxglove and fennel
    petals scattered under foot
    for lovers



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    1. What a pretty poem, wouldn't it be lovely if illustrated too. Very evocative.

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    2. Thanks Tasha! I never thought about illustrating my poetry but what a grand Idea!! I think I'd put a waterfall with a rainbow to illustrate this and interpose a shadow of lover kissing.

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    3. Awfully sweet for you. But then love can do that to a person. LOL.

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  2. A
    desire
    point must take off.
    Not all succeed to start and
    struggle before arriving.

    To
    progress
    is the finest.
    All had been confined in views.
    The subject discovered his.

    In
    prison
    being forced
    to use imagination
    he discovered his first love.

    That
    produced
    a better world
    for all shortly after birth.
    Indelible evidence.

    That
    is a
    reality.
    He grew up in the bargain.
    The world better for his thoughts.

    I can’t post a picture here so I will go post it on the facebook link for today. I tried to pick a different style from the link on the 14th. I picked a few but was drawn to the blackout style. I selected page 21 (for today) and creates the above from the words on that page - in order. I don’t think its plagiarism. You tell me.

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    1. You’ve opened up a whole new side of yourself. I love it.

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    2. It’s not plagiarism. It’s a legitimately poetic form.

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    3. You do a lot with our form. Good for you.

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    4. This is very touching and I liked it a lot.

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    5. Love the blackout method. I ought to try it. Like this a lot. Especially the 3rd stanza about being in prison.

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  3. Well, yesterday got away from me. I was asked to teach the Zoom classes for Little Dragons and Beginners for the whole organization and I obsessed on that all day so here's an old love poem.

    REALLY STACKED

    Stodgy thick glassed poet reads
    from works of Wallace Stevens,
    public library mingle
    with local literati,
    black tie optional. I want

    to make your tie optional,
    your socks, shoes, shirt, pants, boxer
    shorts too. I imagine you
    back among the stacks, naked.
    We could romp between poems.

    Touch the Whole of Emily
    Dickinson's Love, find your
    sweet old etcetera like
    e.e. cummings missed so much,
    be tickled by the rub of

    love, like Dylan Thomas, need
    to scratch laughter from our lungs.
    Kiss our way through love sonnets
    of Pablo Neruda, till
    only our own poems can tell

    of our lovemaking. Oh, right,
    I'm supposed to listen to
    Wallace Stevens' ways to view
    a blackbird. Nope, a quiet
    normal life is not for us.

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    1. Old or new your poems are always interesting.

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  4. Trying to catch up here, I post this new poem yesterday, for someone who publishes a newsletter I participate.

    May

    Ribbons in and out to weave
    as the dancers flow,
    in and out around the pole
    singing as they go:
    Maying songs to make seeds grow.

    Maytime dancers brave and braw
    bring the bright to start.
    Welcome in the summer's song,
    merry meet nor part.
    Come together heart to heart.

    Maytime, playtime sing it in
    lads and lasses dance.
    Years flow out as years flow in,
    nothing is by chance.
    Ribbons weaving, we advance.

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    1. This was written for the Lantern and Unicorn May edition.

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    2. Love the imagery of your Maypole dance.

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