2010 April PAD Challenge: Day 29

Today is the last day to cast a vote for the Poet Laureate of the Blogosphere competition. As of a few minutes ago, I was holding a 2-vote lead, though I was behind in the voting for much of yesterday afternoon. So, this could definitely go either way. If you can and are willing, I’d really appreciate you taking literally a minute or so to click on the link below and cast a vote for me. With a 2-vote margin, each vote really does count. (In fact, if you are able to spread the word in any way and feel so inclined, I would totally be in your debt.)

Whether I win or lose, I want to throw out a very special thank you to everyone. It has been an amazing experience to not only receive so many votes and so much support, but to also hear all the personal stories of how my blog and (very importantly) this community has really helped poets not only write but also find the courage to submit their work and find publication. I can only take so much credit for that, and everyone one of you deserve the rest. Personally, I have grown a lot since I started this blog because of you. So thank you–so much.

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We’re about to finish another challenge, and though we had various obstacles (including tech issues) we’re finishing strong and supportive of each other. I hope everyone has fun selecting up to five poems to send my way. While I haven’t been able to read everything this month, I have read quite a few that have blown my top off. Some have even made me laugh out loud. So, I am looking forward to reading those in May and June.

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For today’s prompt, I want you to take the phrase “And Suddenly (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write the poem. Some examples: “And suddenly we were lost,” “And suddenly over,” “And suddenly banana,” “And suddenly sudden,” “And suddenly the poem I was writing turned into a killer robot,” etc.

Here’s my attempt:

“And suddenly you”

-for Tammy

In the morning, it’s a match across a striker
flung into a pile of leaves. No one knows
if the wind will help or blow it out. No one
notices it burning. So there is no water around
by evening when the whole forest is ablaze,
and here we are with our tanks of gasoline.

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245 thoughts on “2010 April PAD Challenge: Day 29

  1. Nancy Wearne-Navarra

    Day 29 And Suddenly
    And suddenly my world was turned upside down.
    Nothing would ever be the same again.
    No rules, no one to answer to.
    The child became the adult and the adult became the child.
    No more birthdays, no more Christmases
    No more dinners at 4
    No more calls to be in before dark
    No more do your homework

    And suddenly I was in charge of myself
    Not sure of anything most of all Dad.
    Dad slipping into pity and drink
    On the edge of suicide not wanting anything but that which was gone.
    Stumbling through days of work and evenings with alcohol induced company
    As if that would cure the loneliness.
    And suddenly this was the pattern of a lifetime

  2. Angie Bell

    And Suddenly

    There were just two
    No slamming doors, no arguing
    No more waiting up worrying
    Less shoes at the front door
    Empty rooms
    Walls littered with tape remnants
    And nail holes, and dust

    So, they talk to the dog now
    And the cat
    Saying, “Daddy’s home!”
    And all kinds of nonsense
    And long for other conversations
    And wonder
    Where did the years go?

  3. Yoly

    Thank you, Sheila. I share your sentiment about your work as well.
    The passion displayed by many this month is inspiring.
    My heartfelt appreciation goes out to all you lovely poets with such mighty pens.

    Peace

  4. G. Smith

    AND SUDDENLY STARS
    (A Tanka)
    (c) 2010 – G. Smith
    ====================
    …and suddenly stars,
    As sharp and bright as needles,
    Join the moon and dance
    On the water beside us,
    Our feet shuffling the sand.

  5. Juanita Snyder

    (NOTE: To be Read or Sung to the tune of “Grandma Got Runover By a Reindeer”)

    And Suddenly I Fixed It
    by Juanita Lewison-Snyder

    Jake did not know if it was broke
    and ‘ol Tom was too drunk to care,
    Billy Jo was stuck again at her mama’s
    and the kids were still at the county Fair.

    Bobby Jean was too busy to notice
    and cousin Cletus was rarin’ for a fight
    Red, my hound had out my daddy’s 12 gauge
    a looking down the barrel at me through the sight

    Then like an ornery mule it all but kicked me
    this idear that would make a baby blush
    if Sarah Palin could put lipstick on a piggy
    then by joe, I could bale it on a rush.

    All I need is surely in my pickup
    baling wire and a first aid kit
    stick of Wrigley’s® and a roll of duct tape
    and thare dag gum, I think that I fixed it!

    © 2010 by Juanita Lewison-Snyder

  6. Barbara Ehrentreu

    Here is another one posted late.

    And Suddenly…..

    And Suddenly the month was about to end
    and I hadn’t written half the poetry that was
    Inside of me. The caged words banged against
    the walls of my brain wanting to be released

    Others penned elaborate treatises
    too lengthy to read all the way
    Their words brought tears to my eyes
    Images inevitably blending together
    As my eyes closed hands still on the keys

    And suddenly there was only one more day
    To bring those images forth from my own mind
    To mix with the myriad impressions of life all
    Had written and pasted onto the comments in straight lines
    One after the other a parade of poems moving downward
    Until the blank comment box showed the end.

  7. S.E. Ingraham

    And Suddenly Elephants Are Leaping

    Since forever, I’ve wanted to believe in the impossible
    Just tell me it can’t be done and watch out, I will
    Do almost anything to prove you wrong – go to extraordinary
    Lengths – take unnecessary risks, within reason – usually
    To make things happen – because I need to believe
    That nothing is impossible, nothing

    Where does this weird drive come from?
    I have no idea – it’s not like I am a particularly obsessed
    Person with tons of energy and a Type A personality
    Bent on seeing things through, or someone with
    A master plan for life, and clear objectives, focus
    And all that – it’s just when I hear someone say,
    “Well – don’t bother trying that – it can’t be done – “
    Something goes off inside me – maybe in my brain
    More likely in my gut, or even in my heart, and before

    I know quite how it has happened I am forging ahead
    Teaching the brain-damaged young adult to read
    When his parents were told he would never do anything
    At all after he was pulled from the pool unbreathing,
    Virtually brain-dead, as a four year old—let alone
    Go to school and get a diploma in culinary arts

    Or, gentling the horse that no-one wants to ride because
    He bites feet, getting him to settle and settle and settle,
    Until finally he realizes he’d rather gallop flat out than bite my
    Steel-toed construction boots – and then at last, he knows
    He can trust other people to let him gallop too…

    Still, my biggest obstacle has always been elephants
    I can’t help admiring these ungainly wonders
    And pitying them a little too, because if ever there
    Were beasts faced with an impossibility, it is they

    I just know they want to be able to jump things
    I mean, you only have to look them in their ancient eyes
    And listen to them whispering in their deep rumblings
    To each other – and it’s not long before you realize
    That although they’re reasonably content to mill about
    And run from time to time, it would mean the world
    If they could just take a flying leap sometime – you know?

    And everyone knows that all elephants adore the movie
    Dumbo – and carry feathers secreted on them somewhere
    So when I find myself dreaming of a herd of elephants
    Running full tilt in Africa, probably in the Serengetti
    When it was still wonderful, I am never happier
    Than when I don’t awake until the hold herd makes
    It to a stack of logs piled high and wide, and in the dream
    The herd, as if a team in the Olympics, suddenly leap the logs
    Like they are hurdling – for those few seconds, they are
    Graceful – leaping elephants all – then back to earth
    And on they go – proving all things possible, just
    As I’ve always known.

  8. S.E. Ingraham

    And Suddenly Elephants Are Leaping

    Since forever, I’ve wanted to believe in the impossible
    Just tell me it can’t be done and watch out, I will
    Do almost anything to prove you wrong – go to extraordinary
    Lengths – take unnecessary risks, within reason – usually
    To make things happen – because I need to believe
    That nothing is impossible, nothing

    Where does this weird drive come from?
    I have no idea – it’s not like I am a particularly obsessed
    Person with tons of energy and a Type A personality
    Bent on seeing things through, or someone with
    A master plan for life, and clear objectives, focus
    And all that – it’s just when I hear someone say,
    “Well – don’t bother trying that – it can’t be done – “
    Something goes off inside me – maybe in my brain
    More likely in my gut, or even in my heart, and before

    I know quite how it has happened I am forging ahead
    Teaching the brain-damaged young adult to read
    When his parents were told he would never do anything
    At all after he was pulled from the pool unbreathing,
    Virtually brain-dead, as a four year old—let alone
    Go to school and get a diploma in culinary arts

    Or, gentling the horse that no-one wants to ride because
    He bites feet, getting him to settle and settle and settle,
    Until finally he realizes he’d rather gallop flat out than bite my
    Steel-toed construction boots – and then at last, he knows
    He can trust other people to let him gallop too…

    Still, my biggest obstacle has always been elephants
    I can’t help admiring these ungainly wonders
    And pitying them a little too, because if ever there
    Were beasts faced with an impossibility, it is they

    I just know they want to be able to jump things
    I mean, you only have to look them in their ancient eyes
    And listen to them whispering in their deep rumblings
    To each other – and it’s not long before you realize
    That although they’re reasonably content to mill about
    And run from time to time, it would mean the world
    If they could just take a flying leap sometime – you know?

    And everyone knows that all elephants adore the movie
    Dumbo – and carry feathers secreted on them somewhere
    So when I find myself dreaming of a herd of elephants
    Running full tilt in Africa, probably in the Serengetti
    When it was still wonderful, I am never happier
    Than when I don’t awake until the hold herd makes
    It to a stack of logs piled high and wide, and in the dream
    The herd, as if a team in the Olympics, suddenly leap the logs
    Like they are hurdling – for those few seconds, they are
    Graceful – leaping elephants all – then back to earth
    And on they go – proving all things possible, just
    As I’ve always known.

  9. Yoly

    And Suddenly

    a little less of you appeared at terminal
    B5; you towed a blue duffle bag;
    a cigarette poked between two fingers.

    "How was the flight?"
    "Good."

    Suddenly words found a getaway
    and took off without us;

    and suddenly you were inhaling
    two cheeseburgers and two bags
    of fries while I sipped caramel latte;

    and suddenly I remembered how funny
    you were before addictions summoned
    your presence, before they knew what
    to call you;

    and suddenly I wanted to laugh at
    one of your off color jokes as whatever
    came next was made to wait.

  10. sheila harris

    Thursday, April 29, 2010 8:29:15 PM (GMT Daylight Time, UTC+01:00)
    And Suddenly A Lasting Adventure

    The ground in spring is dangerous
    walking on soft ,wet dirt gives way
    That is how I found myself fallen
    and when I awoke there was a dog
    a big handsome dog peering
    into my newly opened eyes
    The dog spoke and welcomed
    there were other dogs big little calm
    and very nervous lap dogs that would hop and jump
    wishing,wanting to be noticed
    by anybody dog or guest
    The dogs could be very boisterous ,funny and noisy
    The dogs were for the most part pleasant ,friendly and playful
    then the dogma of the dogs got mixed up
    with the purpose of the dogs in this dog heaven
    under the earth
    The fighting commenced
    there were many large teeth bared ,
    even the smallish,nervous dogs jumped
    into the fray
    and suddenly I knew this was not my dream
    this belonged to others
    the dogs were in competition with even more dogs
    the population stretched away into the ether
    I realized I was not a dog
    could never be
    although I admired their coats
    strong springy steps and the self assuredness
    that comes with dogged determination
    the dog dream ended and I found myself
    back in my reality
    not perfect but
    a work in progress

    sheila harris

  11. Susan M. Bell

    And Suddenly He Leapt

    He watched me closely as I came
    near. I spoke softly to put him
    at ease. His tail started to slowly
    wag. Then suddenly he leapt at
    me. I found myself on the
    floor, my face wet with doggie
    slobber. What a great start to a
    new job.

  12. Rose Anna Hines

    Suddenly it was over.
    It wasn’t what I planed,
    It wasn’t how I imagined.
    It wasn’t what I wanted.
    But, still it was done, through, ended.

  13. Richard B. Walker

    and suddenly, stew

    it has been simmering
    on the stove for two hours now.

    the wooden spoon resting
    next to the pot has taken

    on a light brown color
    from the lentils and the stirring

    every twenty minutes or so.

    the steam rises up and vents
    from the roof, where I imagine

    the neighborhood cat sprawls,
    waiting for me to add ham

    to give it that carnivorous edge,
    but I don’t – and that aroma

    is what fills my home with warmth.

    and then back to the stove again,
    stirring once more, opening the cupboard

    above the stove, steam rising from the
    pot and the spoon, as I look for

    the molasses and the red wine vinegar
    to pull all the flavors together

    so I can say now it’s ready

  14. Jolanta Laurinaitis

    And suddenly… it clicked.

    The light bulb flickered
    Into life
    As eyes reflect
    The shining inside
    The smile radiating
    As the idea drops
    Into the next gear
    Thoughts rattling about
    Conjuring more
    Like a magician
    Bringing knowledge
    And release into
    Their own lives.

  15. Shadrack

    and suddenly spring treads

    they were just green

    leaves shooting up,
    a profusion
    amongst the profuse
    as grasses and weeds vied
    for the light beneath
    the trees

    a collective tilt
    of a different shade,
    a weave and meander
    that traced
    the dampness of subterranean
    springs down the hill

    and while the cock-crow
    of dandelion gold
    burst bright

    and the scheduled glories
    of planted hyacinth
    and tulips
    flared in sun basted
    beauty

    i can only hear
    the sweet murmur
    of blue
    forget-me-nots

    as they thread their path
    to my door

    wonder

    if i am forgotten

    and know
    that she is not

    © Shadrack K. Shadrack 2010

  16. Shadrack

    and suddenly they fell

    there was an abyss
    of words

    non-words really
    a lack, a dearth

    i think they had been there
    for a while
    black gaps of nothing
    laced in the brickwork
    of conversation

    a crumbled foundation

    they had just been
    an oversight,
    blips in our landscape

    but an arch does not hold
    without a keystone
    nor can it be
    a keystone and vacuum

    they do not hold, do not cling
    do not

    survive

    but lie sullen
    on the earth,
    looking up at the glory
    they could have been

    an imagination, an array,
    an arc against the sky
    of maybes
    that have tumbled

    and suddenly they know
    that they have to decide
    whether to remain
    as archaeology,
    or as bricks

    to build
    again

    © Shadrack K. Shadrack 2010

  17. Khara E. House

    And suddenly, plumes

    Tonight I became a bird. Stretched my arms
    into the black and felt the wind across my back,
    and flew and flew and flew until
    my plumes were inky black against the sky.
    I followed the thrums of air across desert,
    across adobe and endless pools of water, oceans
    streamed like puddled beneath my feet,
    and I clung to the clouds, up, up, into the brooks
    of light, creeking along the waking paths of dawn.
    Tonight I feathered and fluttered, took off
    and never looked back, not even toward morning.

  18. Jean T Quinn

    Back and Forth

    And suddenly I felt it all
    The joy, the pain, the flight, the fall
    To know the Voice, to heed the Call
    Yes, suddenly I felt it all

    And then it all escaped my hold
    I let it go, it all went cold
    I thought too much, I got too bold
    Yes, then it all escaped my hold

    Once in a while I can respond,
    To get an insight from beyond
    To grasp it, make a holy bond
    Once in a while I can respond

    And just as fast, I let it go
    Of worldly things, I had to know
    Of that, what is there left to show?
    Yes, just as fast, I let it go

    I’m grateful for the touch of Grace
    A gentle kiss, a sweet embrace
    Encounters with an angel’s face
    I’m grateful for the touch of Grace

  19. shannpalmer

    And suddenly

    the whole world screamed
    the car was rolling
    someone was crying
    the air bag tasted like chemicals
    her jaw hurt where it hit her
    she couldn’t feel her left hand
    time stretched like a fat rubber band
    it was endless, endless, endless

    and suddenly

    everything was silent
    she couldn’t hear the highway
    or any other cars
    or voices, just her own
    whimpering

    and just as suddenly

    there were people all around her
    and everything hurt where they touched
    her wrist was full of fire
    and there were big arms lifting her
    and shouting things she didn’t understand
    and carrying her over rough ground
    and sirens and the smell of something bad

    and very slowly

    she climbed out of dreams and darkness
    to a place where everything ached,
    except her throbbing hand
    her face was blue and scraped
    her jaw was the size of a melon
    and she was so thirsty
    but she was here now
    and not out there.

  20. Jay Sizemore

    And suddenly, the ideas stopped

    Art became a distant memory,
    museums locked their doors
    and fell victim to arson,
    dust gathering like thick blankets
    of snow made from the dead
    who once gave a damn.

    Libraries recycled their books
    through shredders and furnaces
    using the ash to fill bag chairs
    for the extremely obese
    and the paper pulp
    to make celebrity gossip
    magazines reduced to just pictures
    with less than witty captions,
    while the buildings were converted
    into churches that worshipped
    french fries and high fructose
    corn syrup.

    Theaters stopped showing films
    and started hosting television rerun
    marathons of reality programming
    and videos of people fucking,
    in 3-D, with seats made to recline
    and tubes meant to mainline
    liquid butter directly into
    viewers’ mouths.

    Schools became places parents sent kids
    to learn how to play video games,
    since all of life has been reduced
    to the pushing of buttons,
    green for yes, red for no,
    yellow for cheeseburger.

    Corporations became the government,
    the President of the United States
    was the CEO of Apple-AT&T-Pepsi,
    religion became consumerism,
    God became the television,
    and the computer became the prophet.

    Just one second.
    Let me check my text messages.
    Let me check my e-mail.
    What were we talking about?

  21. Theresa Cavicchio

    And Suddenly I Stand at Water’s Edge
    a sonnet for my Joe

    And suddenly I stand at water’s edge
    where on this day I’d never dreamt to be
    but for the thoughtfulness of one good man
    who wanted to present a gift to me.

    Where can I take her for a day, he thought
    or even overnight if she’d agree
    what better place than our own Jersey shore
    for us to find refreshment by the sea.

    And so it is that to the beach we came
    calm quiet and a corner balcony
    where he can rest and I can write in peace
    lulled by the gentle rhythms of the sea.

    Tomorrow seems so very far away
    its cares and troubles distant now from me
    I think I’ll leave them here when we depart
    to be submerged in God’s unchanging sea.

  22. Theresa Cavicchio

    Sheila Harris – Thanks so much for including me on that list. I am honored to be in such company, but then, I always feel that way on this site. BTW, I am a fan of your work as well. Lately there has been precious little time for commenting, but that doesn’t mean I’m not reading!

    Marie Elena – Now it’s my turn to be jealous; five whole days! Hope you have a wonderful time together. Our little "impetuous" getaway was just the ticket.

  23. Susan Brennan

    And Suddenly Melville Ruined His Life

    Turned to Bartleby and wept that his life as a Fish
    Witch never materialized. “It was not meant

    to be,” Bartleby sympathized. “Here, I’ve written
    a Motion to Dismiss All Fictions that have Plagued

    the Daily Breakfasts of Melville” in lie of your
    infinite lost baked eggs. Melville knelt,

    as if inserting his head in a gas oven which had yet to exist
    and began to cough up a great white whale.

  24. Sara McNulty

    Yea Robert!!!!
    Marie Elena, you are the kindest, most considerate person I never met. Thank you so much for all your comments throughout the challenge. Yes, I was involved in 9/11.
    Sara V – thanks for your notice

  25. Megan

    Now safe but…Suddenly Nothing

    Looking outdoors from the safety
    of the carpet and food,
    knowing that out there tooth and fang
    and bigger is perched ready to take all that was given
    and what was given can be taken away swiftly suddenly

  26. Terri French

    And suddenly I am my mother

    And suddenly I am my mother
    Not figuratively of course–
    but I have her frown lines
    and the same propensity to fluff pillows
    and straighten picture frames.

    I catch her scolding tone escaping
    through my own clenched teeth and
    blame every bit of cellulite on her thighs.

    And suddenly I am my mother
    Not incarnate of course
    but in subtle undertones–
    in the way I pray for my children,
    in my tenacity and perseverance,
    in the small favors I do for friends.

    I catch her laugh escaping
    my own upturned lips,
    and with the blame there is pride–
    Suddenly,
    to love those parts of my mother
    in
    me.

  27. SusanB

    29 AND SUDDENLY

    Sometime after midnight
    the funeral over and done
    Mom’s body laid to rest
    time to get on with the mourning
    close up the hole in her heart

    Sleep was evasive but
    now she was up
    and though interest in food
    had been scarce
    her hunger returned and she padded downstairs
    with the pup and three cats in her wake

    Frying eggs in the kitchen
    she busied herself
    with the mundane task at hand
    surrounded by felines, a mindless pup
    some fish in a tank and a bird

    The kitties they started to run all around
    and the puppy joined in the chase
    Peter Parakeet accompanied himself with a song
    while he flew around inside his cage

    The fish started darting around like they thought
    escape was a possible plan
    with Suroni crying and barking
    the three felines joined in the din

    Morris yowling at the top of his voice
    Puff had a Siamese whine
    Boop only mewed in his delicate way
    but they made quite a noise in the night

    She turned around quickly to see what was up
    Flash of pink on the stairs caught her eye
    and a presence that felt so familiar
    but no! she was sure it couldn’t be

    Just as soon as the thought fired up in her brain
    “That’s Mama in her robe coming down”
    The pink disappeared, the animals ceased
    And quiet returned just as quickly

    No believer of ghosts nor spooks was she
    But the feeling just never left
    Her Mama came back for a last little visit
    And just as suddenly she went away

  28. Diane Truswell

    And Suddenly Life Moments

    And suddenly I
    fell and cracked head open twice
    when I was a child.

    And suddenly the
    school discovered son one was deaf
    I had no clue.

    And suddenly I
    found I was fully in love
    and all would now change.

    And suddenly son
    two told me I’d be grandma
    and he would marry.

    And suddenly I
    passed out as I sat in chair
    unable to call out.

    And suddenly I
    knew Parkinson’s had arrived
    though not diagnosed.

    And suddenly my
    triathlete daughter took first
    place in Ironman.

    And suddenly I
    knew all would turn out well in
    life despite moments.

  29. Julieann S Powell

    And Suddenly it is Over

    April beckons with its
    Warm and breezy spring days
    Inviting one to laze about
    Enjoying an early picnic
    Or a nap in the hammock
    Spring fever grips most everyone
    Except for those of us anticipating
    April’s PAD challenge
    For us there is no rest in sight
    Along with our busy schedules
    We add the commitment of writing a
    Poem a day, and getting the thing
    Submitted on the blog
    In frustration we get behind,
    Then catch up and look forward
    To the next day’s prompt
    For thirty days it goes in circles
    We are tired and we are eager,
    We are frustrated and we are impatient
    Then April 30 rises to the surface
    And suddenly, it is over

  30. Reesha

    And suddenly, there were turtles

    From the moment they hatch
    Sand grits against their bodies erasing any chance
    they have of being slimy.
    Then they have to dig their way out of the sand
    using only two flippers that are weak and heavy to lift.
    They heave their little selves across
    the beach to the ocean, hoping nothing will
    catch or eat them on the way.
    For every five flops of their fins, they rest,
    limbs splayed out unashamedly from their bulbous shells.
    Slowly and by no means surely, they leave
    dimples in the sand as they move towards the ocean.
    How they know which direction the ocean is, I don’t know.
    But they get there.
    Can you imagine how good it feels, when, after what seems
    like miles of scratchy sand grinding coarsely on bellies
    that were made for soft water,
    and hundreds of times of lifting heavy, bumbling arms
    into the air and doing hundreds of push-ups just to get
    to home, and feeling the strong call,
    the irresistible pull of nature to get to the ocean,
    can you imagine how good it feels after all that
    for a little sea turtle to feel the first wave
    come up to his chin and slide under his belly?
    If you ever see a sea turtle during that first wave,
    even though they’ve been pushing themselves for
    hours, when they first feel water, they move faster,
    like how a baby kicks when it gets excited.
    I wonder, if after eighty years of swimming,
    the sea turtle remembers that first experience
    of swimming on sand.

  31. Taylor Graham

    AND SUDDENLY YOU’RE FAMOUS

    [for Elihu Burritt, the Learned Blacksmith]

    All those “spare moments” stolen
    between bites of food and hammer strokes
    on anvil, between dark and lantern light and stars,
    each word stored in memory, taut with tense,
    declension, meaning; each word energized,
    a nova bright as new language –

    You write a resume, of sorts. You need
    a job with modest pay. You could translate
    from the German. Instead, the Governor
    reads your letter to the world.
    Yesterday, you were anonymous.
    Today, your name’s on every tongue.

    And you – you want to disappear
    into the night-sky dark. No star. Lose
    your name and any word that holds you
    to what the world says
    you’ve done; to the world’s notion
    of what you should become.

  32. Penny Henderson

    okay–scrolled little farther back up the entires–the weeds can wait a minute or two–and absolutely loved Angela Readman’s thoughts on light.

  33. Penny Henderson

    Not much time to read today (or yesterday).April is a crazy time for farmers/gardeners. In November I tend to be more aware of what everybody is doing. I did back up to Lucychili’s after reading Marie’s comment, and really liked it. Yes–stay with us on Wednesdays lucy.

    ILLUMINATION

    And suddenly, like flipping a switch,
    I saw it all laid out before me.
    Alternate choices were obvious.
    The unanswerable mystery
    was how had I been oblivious
    up to now. Had it all been processed
    by rapid eye movement at midnight?
    Or had some deep wisdom seeped out of
    my ipod as random rhythmic thoughts?
    What the heck–who cares how it happened–
    at least I finally have it right.

  34. Marie Elena

    Karen: So lovely! I got a kick out of your comment to Robert. If you’ve not already done so, search out Tammy’s response. =)

    Matt Blair: “And Suddenly the World was Big Again” is a definite “wow.” VERY well done.

    De Jackson: Oh, De. “and suddenly…fin” … Your way with words so often steals my own.

    Christina: Exquisite!

    Angela: You could well have done “suddenly you,” as you would have given us your own unique view. Yet, I’m thankful you penned your series. Completely delightful.

    Lucychilli: Your description is spot on. Do come back to visit, please? Many of us do not leave. We continue to meet to share “colourful bubbles.” Your voice is always welcome.

    Clay: You caught up on 9 days last night?! No wonder you are tired. =) Got a kick out of your ending.

    Kim: I just sent you a FB message. I see you are a fan of Shel Silverstein, and of Doctors Without Borders. A woman after my own heart! =)

  35. Kim Yvonne King

    Thank you Maria Elena! It is so kind and time consuming for you to comment on each of the poets individually. I have found a voice in this forum and hope we can stay in touch after the challenge. The stress of teaching full time and writing a new poem every day will be over, but I’ll miss the excitement of reading the hundreds of new posts.

    Poets. I’m on facebook as Kim Bulmer King. Maybe we can reunite there as well.

    Au Revoir!

  36. Clay Strickland

    And Suddenly I’m Tired

    Should be
    after tonight’s
    early morning catching
    up on 9 days worth of late
    behind on poetry posting.
    Most of which was wrote
    too fast, (like this one)
    without half as much effort
    and time felt needed for
    adequate brainstorming,
    and creative unleashings.
    Wondering what happened
    to his muse those days ago.
    Hoping she didn’t see him
    flirting with that other muse
    at the Beach Music Festival.

  37. lucychili

    april alumni

    And suddenly it is over.
    We are free of the familiar pattern;
    challenge, frustration, relief.
    The gentle banter of fellow travellers
    will atrophy into archival trails.
    I feel an ambivalent mix of satisfaction
    and the hollow finality of an
    emptying airport departure lounge.
    We are free and individual again
    like balloons adift.
    Watching the familiar landmarks
    shift and fall away to leave us
    floating at the edge of the void.
    Perhaps stalled, perhaps already
    combining to form structures
    through which to chase meaning.
    Some wider design to give
    a sense of place and purpose
    to these colourful bubbles of language.

  38. angela readman

    I would have done suddenly you if it hadn’t been done- so i went with a series of little poems about light 🙂

    And suddenly the light…

    As I waited for you
    The sun spread
    A yellow blanket
    on the bed
    Then made it so small
    there was only room
    for one.
    *

    Silver fur on the stalk
    of the tomato plant,
    vertabae of the sun.

    I need to shave my legs.

    *

    Across the field
    Dark stars
    Of the caretakers windows
    At dusk

    *

    candlelit room
    The spider sends
    His shadow in first.

    *

    moths
    scatter
    small pieces
    of the paper moon.

  39. Christina Hile

    And Suddenly an Apple

    The deep of her apple casket cannot
    be reached by any man’s hand, still
    all night he shouts her name through
    rain and lightning, he thunders his
    fists for just a taste.

    She raises her foot to rest upon
    the bow of his ship, the shadows cast by
    her body, the basket of apples resting
    upon her hip, leaves the rocks as cold as
    the North Sea.

    In the blue haze of a late summer
    day her arms glitter and gleam like
    the waves and sky, he offers her gold and
    a branch of apples if she will only dance
    with him in the orchard.

    Those games played by ancient lovers are
    not so different from the ones we still
    like to play. Again, I find myself wanting
    to hoard these mysteries, even as I gaze into
    your eyes, bright as the stars in the night sky.

    –Christina Hile

  40. de jackson

    And suddenly…fin.

    At first breath
    they burn as crimson
    touch like flames.
    Now ash, cooled,
    clad in raindrops and despair,
    wanders streets alone.

  41. Pkp

    Congratulations to Robert….our fearless,passionate,poetic laureate….Place the laurel wreath on his head…support…sensitivity…personal talent and diplomacy…..it really doesn t get much better than that! Marie Elena…you beat me to the punch mentioning our group…..I do wonder why we feel the need to do so….but I know that. I as everyone else looks for my name and smiles when I see it there…and a "wow". Delightful! Thanks for the birthday wishes from so many….I feel truly cared about and for…And to Linda as I ve mentioned elsewhere I found the April Challenge last year when I too was planning on no more birthdays,,,yikes as is said…consider the alternative…the Challenge gave me a way to take the focus away from numbers and on celebration of the poetry in all our lives….more tomorrow…..but before I sleep. CONGRATULATIONS to Amy…! Goodnight to all!

  42. Pkp

    Congratulations to Robert….our fearless,passionate,poetic laureate….Place the laurel wreath on his head…support…sensitivity…personal talent and diplomacy…..it really doesn t get much better than that! Marie Elena…you beat me to the punch mentioning our group…..I do wonder why we feel the need to do so….but I know that. I as everyone else looks for my name and smiles when I see it there…and a "wow". Delightful! Thanks for the birthday wishes from so many….I feel truly cared about and for…And to Linda as I ve mentioned elsewhere I found the April Challenge last year when I too was planning on no more birthdays,,,yikes as is said…consider the alternative…the Challenge gave me a way to take the focus away from numbers and on celebration of the poetry in all our lives….more tomorrow…..but before I sleep. CONGRATULATIONS to Amy…! Goodnight to all!

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