For today’s prompt, take the phrase “(blank) Wave,” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles include: “Tidal Wave,” “Next Wave,” “Friendly Wave,” “Heat Wave,” and/or “Sound Wave.”
Saturday, April 28, 2018
2018 PAD Challenge - Day 28, (blank) Wave
From: Robert Lee Brewer
For today’s prompt, take the phrase “(blank) Wave,” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles include: “Tidal Wave,” “Next Wave,” “Friendly Wave,” “Heat Wave,” and/or “Sound Wave.”
For today’s prompt, take the phrase “(blank) Wave,” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles include: “Tidal Wave,” “Next Wave,” “Friendly Wave,” “Heat Wave,” and/or “Sound Wave.”
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BREAKING WAVE
ReplyDeletethe wave crashes on to her shore
but she is made of rock
and can take many more
sitting on a dock
with only one sock
haven't been to a golden beach in ages
to sit in the sand and read sunshine pages
while the westerly gail, doth rages.
Paul! this is awesome! what vivid imagery and strong verses. yeah, I like this one.
DeleteVery melancholy mood. I like this one a lot.
Deletewow! This is actually quite lovely! I am impressed!
DeleteVivid and telling, liked it very much.
Deletethanks bonita. there are drawbacks to reading on the beach. sand gets in to your pants ha ha - take care sweetheart - paul.
Deletei do melancholy quite well vic. had lots of practice - love and peace - paul.
Deletethanks wolfie. i hear you are only 4 foot 11 inches. don't ask me how i know. i have my sourse's sssshhhhh ha ha - paul.
Deletethanks tash. one of those middle of the night poems - love and peace - paul.
DeleteMicrowave
ReplyDeletesomehow over the years
with no realization
I became the kitchen slave
I chopped and peeled
boiled and sautéed
roasted broiled fried
and toasted! Too much!
No more I said one day
you need to cook once
in awhile my love!
and he did! I was no longer
the indentured kitchen slave
once we got him a microwave!
LOL. Is this for real? Keith cooks with the microwave?
Deleteyep...it's for real. i won't use one but he does.
DeleteWhen Brian was a bachelor he didn't even have a stove. He could cook anything in the microwave. Now he knows how to use the stove. Alyssa, isn't allowed to use the stove. She sets fire to the house when she uses the stove. She is only allowed to cook in the microwave...I enjoyed your poem very much!
DeleteHa ha, problem solved! Good poem, nicely done.
Deletei'm sure food irradiated with radiation is good for us, surely?...and don't call me shirley ha ha
DeleteMaking waves with lies,
ReplyDeletehalf-truths, does not become you.
Reveal your real self.
yes, very powerful! I love it!
DeleteAs always right on!
Deleteit has to be the truth vic, or what's the point?
Deletepowerful verse! well played!
ReplyDeleteabout twice a year
ReplyDeletewhen I was young
my mom would give herself
a permanent wave
the next day after
when she brushed it out
her head would look like
an auburn chrysanthemum
I always thought
it was such a waste
of time as well as money
and the house would stink
horribly...for days!
lol! I had forgotten that and omg! yes the chemical smells lingered for too long! but it was the style of the time.
DeleteOh yes, I remember those, uggh!!! Good poem, fun to remember those days.
DeleteI remember that too! I never thought about it as a waste of money and actually thought mom's hair was naturally curly. LOL. I never saw her without the curls till she was over 80.
Deletethe things my mam did to her hair defy description. hours of dying and fiddling and hair grips. at least my hair is naturally cool ha ha
DeleteTides of Time
ReplyDeleteI wave to my past
as the wave of my present I ride.
The wave of the future swells
With the rising of the tide.
Time to get out the surf board! LOL. Nice take on the prompt.
Deletehi! i waved at you... cute write
Deletetrying to wave away my past, but some of it sticks
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