From Writer's Digest PAD Challenge
Today is the first day of the 2020 April Poem-A-Day Challenge! Each day, I’ll provide a poetry prompt and a poem to get things started. You can secretly poem along at home, or you can share your poem in the comments below.
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.
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.
Coronavirus bound
ReplyDeleteI lash out at my house
with spring cleaning force
cobwebbed corners
into shelves
ceiling behind under
disgusted with stink
bugs found amid
boxes of Magic cards
that have not moved
for many years
I ask Karl what
he wants me
to do with the boxes
I don’t care. I’ll be
dead in six months
he says starts
up his video game
I place the boxes
back stacked along
the far wall.
Trenchant!
DeleteA new World
ReplyDeleteThe dawn begins with night.
It cannot brighten without
beginning in darkness.
nor end without brightness.
A new world dawns each day.
dawns as the sun rises,
whether visibly or invisibly
behind the looming clouds.
Light dawns on a new world,
whether we perceive it
or not, on a world we have
never seen before this day.
I love the "dawn" in the first line of each stanza. It means different things in the first 2. Wish you'd've done one with something "dawning" on you too. LOL.
DeleteInteresting comment, and a good idea. I will definitely give that some thought.
DeleteNew world, old world.
ReplyDeleteAll around,people catch the COVID
Some don't notice.
Some wheeze, some die.
Christians, Muslems, Jews, Hindu, Bhuddists, Athiests.
Same death, sort of...
Some die in hospitals,oxygenated, intubated, immobilized, or in morphined commas.
Some suffer & die in huts. Tents.
Refugee camps, surrounded by loved ones they are infecting.
No doctors. No beds.
No oxygen. No morphine.
New world. Old world.
We're all in this together.
Sort of....
Bleak!
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