2010 April PAD Challenge: Day 24

Just drove all night from Georgia to Ohio and am about to get a little sleep. Knowing I’ll probably be even more out of it later this morning than I am now, I’m just going to post now.


For today’s prompt, write an evening poem. My initial thought is that this poem would somehow involve the night, but upon further reflection, I guess it could be about evening things up or something.

Here’s my attempt for the day:


When you drive so late into the night

that you cross to a new state and day;

when you have to roll the windows down

and sing along with every song;

when you worry that you might not know

you’re too tired until after the fact;

then, and only then, do you begin

to worry, the moon blocked by those clouds.

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256 thoughts on “2010 April PAD Challenge: Day 24

  1. Nancy Wearne-Navarra

    Day 24 Evening
    Warm breeze
    Bicycling laughing children
    Crawling ants
    Orangey sky promising
    A sun kissed day tomorrow
    Neighbors on porches
    Visiting after a long shut in winter
    Picnic weekend ahead

  2. G. Smith

    SERENADE (A Dodoitsu)
    (c) 2010 – G. Smith
    Dark rain pummels the tin roof;
    Lighting strobes its blue-white flash;
    Thunder rolls; the house goes dark;
    The frogs sing anyway.

  3. Angie Bell

    An Evening Acrostic

    Even in the spring the nights can chill
    Violet skies bring quietness and still
    Ever softly comes to edge of night
    New whispers on a secret moonbeam light
    In evening’s hush is felt a sweet caress
    Now words of love tenderly confessed
    Go, dream sweet, the heart is now at rest

  4. S.E. Ingraham

    From Evening Dresses to Evening in Paris

    Depending who you are and where you might be
    Evening might describe all manner of time –
    In the some parts of the southern U.S, for example
    Many think any time between noon and sunset
    Qualifies as evening; this apparently is also true
    Of parts of Britain …

    Whereas much of the world tends to think of evening
    as that period of waning light in late afternoon
    when dusk or twilight begins to creep into the
    atmosphere, shooing the sun from the sky
    as if preparing the landscape for the moon, and
    true darkness to descend

    Still, no matter where you find yourself
    Should you have cause to don evening clothes
    Or be wished a “good evening” you will no
    Doubt be quite sure of where and what
    You are about

    For evening speaks of grandeur and gowns,
    Black-tie affairs, top hats and tails –
    The opera and the ballet – as in, “an evening out”
    And when one is bid a “good evening”
    There is no confusion about whether they
    Are to have a pleasant time, or go home
    To bed – as would have been the case had
    They instead heard, “good-night” – see, simple?

    The synonyms for evening are many: the aforementioned
    Dusk and twilight, plus: crepuscule, evenfall, gloam or gloaming,
    And, nightfall—to name but a few—all of which appear
    To refer to the time of day immediately after sunset
    However, there is some dispute as to whether there
    Is some light left in evening – it makes sense that there
    Would be, else why not call it night straight away and
    Be done with it?

    Evening – a word with many shades and meanings
    And one used metaphorically as well; one in the latter
    Part of life is often said to be in the evening of it
    Perhaps not such an unpleasant way to end your days

  5. Juanita Snyder

    (NOTE: In various culture’s folklore, Herons are all about blessings, empowerment, and harmony; a reminder to turn liabilities into assets. Gangly & awkward as youths, they come into their own later as adults, embracing adversity and eventually empowering themselves with it. Herons are a lesson in tenacity and beauty within).

    blue heron moon
    by juanita lewison-snyder

    i was in love with a man
    who quieted my fears,
    lulled me to sleep nightly
    to the cadence of crickets,
    the rhythm of frogs in the rain,
    to the rumble of thunder in the distance
    and the balm of sea foam under my heels

    when the earth cracked open
    one evening and swallowed him whole
    i was left emaciated and alone,
    my seraphim gone
    my sanctuary in ruins
    my sails are in tatters
    and i’m so far from shore

    come to me blue heron
    bringer of blessings that be,
    lend me your blue slate plumage
    your patience, your chi
    i need you to glide over
    these open waters and help
    make that leap of faith,
    embrace this adversity
    that all will resolve
    that i will be free
    to live
    to love
    to give
    to receive
    to feel the moon
    take my face in his hands
    kiss my forehead
    help me sleep
    once again.

    © 2010 by Juanita Lewison-Snyder


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