2010 April PAD Challenge: Day 30

Today is the final day of April, which also means it is the final day of the 2010 April PAD Challenge. It has been an amazing month of poeming and community, but it’s not quite over yet. Everyone still needs to:

  1. Write a poem today.
  2. Pick and submit up to five of your best poems from the month.

You can do the first task right here. The second task will require you to first read the guidelines and then submit. Sooooo, click here to read the guidelines. And good luck! And thank you so much for an amazing month.

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Before we get into today’s prompt, I do want to remind everyone that we also do a similar challenge during the month of November. Plus, throughout the year, I post interviews with poets, workshops of poems, Wednesday poetry prompts, and a lot of other poetic shenanigans. So, I hope you’ll continue to stop by and wax poetic beyond April.

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For today’s prompt, write a letting go poem. The poem could be about letting go of a relationship; it could be about letting go of anger; it could be about letting go of a tree branch; or it could even be about, yes, letting go of this April challenge. There are so many things we can let go.

Here’s my attempt:

“Darkness”

the first thing I heard
were your words when
you said don’t worry
everything will be all right
that worried look in your
eyes & me not knowing
what was going on &
there was nothing I
could do but look into
the light you shined
into my eyes your eyes
so bright & worried &
whatever else & you
breathed life into me

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  4. Debbie Pea

    Thanks to those of you who commented on my poems during April. This is an amazingly encouraging, supportive, and talented community and I am honored to have been in your midst. I am sorry I did not have time to read and comment as much as I would have liked, but I do plan to come back and enjoy your poems as my schedule allows. Thanks, Robert, for all the great prompts and for running a "class act" here. Best wishes to all of you.

  5. Walt Wojtanik

    NO MATTER WHERE YOU GO, THERE YOU ARE

    I can’t believe it’s you.
    You look regal; majestic.
    Amongst your peers,
    and yet, you stand out in that crowd.

    Quiet, unassuming and blooming
    into the strong and determined woman
    we quietly payed you’d be.
    Finally finding your way,

    on the course to a dream.
    We should have known.
    Your sister worships you
    for she knows, she’d be

    less well off without your influence.
    The games you played despite
    your seven year age difference,
    put you on the course

    to take your spot on that stage.
    You played school, the two of you.
    She, the eager student.
    You, the patient teacher.

    You taught her an alphabet.
    You showed her math skills.
    She acquired reading skills at three,
    thanks to your loving tutelage.

    She learned what you taught,
    as she continues to do today. I’ve never
    seen her so proud as when you walked
    across that platform to take

    what was well earned and deserving.
    You graduate today.
    Now you are certified to do
    what you’ve done all your life.

    Teach. You’ve even taught me
    a thing or two. Because of you,
    I’ve learned that beauty and brains
    are a lethal combination but

    hold great power in the proper hands.
    I’ve learned that my methods weren’t as
    maddening as I feared, giving you
    a firm bit of ground on which

    to make your stand. And I get
    the sense that I’m not letting you go
    out into the world unprepared to deal
    with life, I’m giving you to the world

    to give others the pleasure of your smile,
    the warmth of your personality,
    the courage of your convictions,
    and the same advantage your sister had

    in learning how to survive this life.
    For no matter where you go, there you are!

  6. Nancy Wearne-Navarra

    Day 30 Letting Go
    Holding on to things that have a memory.
    The old clothes the kids looked so cute in
    When they were 2 and 3.
    Now they’re 30, 25 and 23.
    The doll house I painted and papered for weeks for my oldest one Christmas.
    Old baseball cleats cracked and crusted from my son’s glory days as an ace on the baseball paths.
    The $200 ice skates my youngest wore for a season when she was 8.
    Boxes of clothes and sundries that belonged to deceased parents and in laws.
    Too much furniture from my sisters’ moves that we were saving for when our kids went off on their own.
    Only one of them is gone and he doesn’t want our good junk.
    Old beds, old bikes, books read and loved.
    And now my grandkids stuff is piling up to the rafters in the attic of our two stall garage that has become a one stall garage.
    I think it’s time for a rummage sale

  7. Monica Martin

    This anger is eating me alive-
    the stress, the heartache.
    I have to let go of it all,
    no matter how difficult,-
    I must let go, or I will
    destroy myself.

  8. Walt Wojtanik

    ONE LAST KISS BEFORE YOU GO

    Holding hands longingly
    searching for the words that
    will never placate the aching of heart.
    There’s a start, but it falls short
    at every turn, burning the midnight oil
    to completely embroil the soul.
    Eyes avoid contact, an exact refusal
    knowing the shared history and connection.
    For everyone’s protection it is agreed;
    let go on the count of three.
    But the the grasp remains tight,
    letting go is terribly hard.
    The deadline looms and all is hell
    until the midnight chime begins.
    Everyone wins; the battle of whims is over,
    and poets return to their scattered lives;
    collective sighs and a vow to visit
    every Wednesday for the weekly reconciliation.
    Wait a minute…today’s Wednesday!
    A new prompt is due for the poetic masses
    and asses. April Poem-a Day 2010 can
    finally be put to rest. Kiss it goodbye.
    There’s a test this Wednesday.
    Many will be called, and few will refuse.
    You snooze, you lose!

  9. Debbie Pea

    Letting Go

    When Mom was dying
    on my sister’s couch,
    I was 500 miles away.

    I had said goodbye to Mom
    2 days prior, thinking, but not believing
    it might be the last time.

    I was not with her when she let go
    of life, but my sister was. She saw
    Mom’s eyes pop open suddenly and stare

    wide with wonder, at the ceiling,
    seeing beyond the sheetrock and
    into her new home.

  10. stu pidasso

    Thank you, Pearl. It just happens to be a family nickname, an inside joke of sorts. I embrace it and occasionally live down to it.

    Thanks for the feedback.

  11. Walt Wojtanik

    EMPTY STANCE

    Rooted to the foundation,
    everything feels substantial.
    No matter the shift in consciousness,
    feelings become one with the surroundings.
    In the winds of change, a banner
    unfurls leaving defenses down.
    Charge the energy; feeling the chi.
    Back foot weighted and steady,
    ready to face the challenge,
    letting everything sink to the floor.
    Empty all wasted feelings; release them.
    Differentiate what matters.

  12. paul grimsley

    catch and release
    —————–

    the tutored hand doesn’t wish to surrender
    we have a packrat mentality
    hoarding a chorum, pulling them close
    our magnet intensity, black hole propensity
    all this crush of time, light condensed

    we let go of so much, once
    and the agreement twists like a fish-hook
    sings like a bruise
    and holds us steady in the stream
    pulling and tearing

    catch and release
    as an idea, gives little peace
    waiting, netted
    cleaned and gutted
    we feel like knowledge waiting to be eaten

  13. Yoly

    Thank you kindly, Pearl.
    I came back because I saw a typo and wanted to fix.
    Your comment is a nice surprise.

    The Letting and the Go

    She, a bridesmaid in an azure-mist taffeta
    dress strolled down the aisle like rain
    when it moves in a lissome sheet.

    He, a guest, had a ramp of light
    from above on his face.
    And they entered a new season.

    Sometimes she let him – just a little
    so that it wouldn’t be a full-fledge sin.
    When they began to drift out of the teen

    years, bridesmaids and groomsmen
    attended their April bloom. And the go
    was on. Two daughters later and four

    years of a union paralyzed by the spine
    baffled the soul’s go and the heart’s let.
    Light always pointed down- Its long nail

    settled on his empty chair or composed
    pillow. Still, she saw the wafture
    of scintillating stars occur at night

    and believed that when they hid in
    the folds of the dark, it was to
    secretly let go on the other side.

  14. G. Smith

    Sorry… in my "cut-n-paste" frenzy, I forgot to title my Day 30 Poem… it’s "LETTING GO" (oddly enough…), and it’s a song of sorts… or out of sorts…

    g

  15. G. Smith

    Rainy morning, skies are gray,
    It’s been like this day after day,
    The sun has got to shine here in a while.
    Chilly breezes chill my heart,
    Today’s as good a day to start;
    I close my eyes and I can see you smile.

    Lettin’ go… of things in the past;
    Lettin’ go… of things that don’t last;
    Pain and anger all balled up,
    Fear and heartbreak all walled up,
    Your warmth and love I’ve called up,
    And I know…
    I’m lettin’ go.

    Lightening flashes ‘cross the sky,
    Thunder rolls, and I wonder why,
    I didn’t realize then that you’re the one?
    And even after all these years,
    I find that I still fight back tears,
    For things I did, and things I should’ve done.

    But I’m…
    Lettin’ go… of things in the past;
    Lettin’ go… of things that don’t last;
    Pain and anger all balled up,
    Fear and heartbreak all walled up,
    Your warmth and love I’ve called up,
    And I know…
    I’m lettin’ go.

    Quit holdin’ things so close to the vest,
    Turn ‘em loose and get some rest;
    Give up the good for what is best…
    And start…

    Lettin’ go… of things in the past;
    Lettin’ go… of things that don’t last;
    Pain and anger all balled up,
    Fear and heartbreak all walled up,
    Your warmth and love I’ve called up,
    And I know…
    I’m lettin’ go.

  16. PKP aka Pearl Ketover Prilik

    Ah "Stu" (your poetic-name is delightful and full of ‘ownership’)… I suppose as "they say" life is truly a journey and sounds like the protagonist of your poem has gotten a Phd in an area of study that he would never have chosen if he knew then what you articulate so powerfully now..

    Yoly, as usual what wonderful imagery "hid in the folds of dark" ah…

    Paige what can one say reading through tears. Thank you for reaching out your hand.

    So glad that I took another little peek….

  17. Paige

    Ace

    You would hold my hand
    Once you discovered it
    Was so much like your mother’s

    “Exactly” you said, every time
    Then that far away look would come
    And I could see you travel back

    Holding on to your momma
    And you spoke of her
    So gentle and sweet, her hair

    Her kindness and love
    And her eyes, though nothing like mine
    Yet I had her hands and one held yours

    Then it would come time to leave
    As one must always let go
    It was sorta easy at first, but time aged on

    The releasing grew harder and now
    Well now that you are gone too
    I sit in this chapel pew

    And feel my own hand, in comfort
    Knowing that you now hold
    Your mother’s once again

    Thanks again Robert for your time 🙂

  18. Yoly

    The Let and the Go

    She, a bridesmaid in an azure-mist taffeta
    dress strolled down the aisle like rain
    when it moves in a lissome sheet.

    He, a guest, had a ramp of light
    from above on his face.
    And they entered a new season.

    Sometimes she let him – just a little
    so that it wouldn’t be a full-fledge sin.
    When they began to out drift out of the teen

    years, bridesmaids and groomsmen attended
    their April bloom. And the go was on.
    Two daughters later and four years

    of a union paralyzed by the spine baffled
    the soul’s go and the heart’s let.
    Light always pointed down- Its long nail

    settled on his empty chair or composed
    pillow. Still, she saw the wafture
    of scintillating stars occur at night

    and believed that when they hid in
    the folds of the dark, it was to
    secretly let go on the other side.

  19. stu pidasso

    Letting Go
    by stu pidasso
    3May2010

    It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done
    To watch you walk away.
    I regret that decision more and more
    as time eats each day.
    I rue my behavior and my choices
    in how I treated you.
    And have no one else other to blame
    except myself for this ado.
    I should have been more focused on
    the smiles and the cries.
    And sought advice from those in my life
    who are older and more wise.
    Men, like Papa Bill, who suggests,
    "A lion you should not be".
    Or, The Sage, my own Poozer, who quips,
    "All for your family!"
    Someone, like Rheino, my best bud who says
    "True love is sacrifice."
    Or my brother, Kevin, who consuls thus,
    "Just treat everyone nice."
    All the guys on my rugby team, who excel
    in the art of "war".
    have offered all of their own tricks
    for relationships and more.
    What to wear, where to go, how to act
    and which words to say,
    the ups and downs, ins and outs, secret
    strategies to make my way.
    But I ignored every scrap of them when
    I chose to go astray.
    Now I’m left holding the tab for which I’ll
    continually have to pay.
    The horrible price I remit daily until
    my life shall be done.
    Is being separated from the two I love most,
    my daughter and my son.
    To this fate, all my own, I understand that
    I’ve a long road to hoe,
    and although they’re gone and they’ll come back;
    it’s still hard, this letting go.

  20. PKP aka Pearl Ketover Prilik

    Dear CrazyComposer (aka Peter Amsel)
    Just wanted to comment on a lovely ‘send-off’… for some reason this year… perhaps because there was some tension and then some rapprochment makes ‘letting go" (despite the final prompt) very difficult this year. No need for apologies on the "obscurity" reference you touched on a vital and real sense of isolation and the conectedness that this "community" and the ‘challenge’ provided. Although I’m sure you have heard this many times before, another time "never hurts"…. you are very talented and your work very much enjoyed. Have a happy and so wonderful to have your poems rise from the depths of obscurity and sparkle!

    To SE …. and Marie Elena, Bruce, Clay, Pam, Earl, Angela, Sam, Juanita, Colette, Julieane, Sara, Penny, LaSteph, Linda,….Walt… oh it is starting… I usually do my wrap up poem and include everyone and didn’t this year….Going to let my professional side kick in and give myself a good shake… we are not saying "goodbye" and we are not "letting go" of course we would have trouble "letting go" as we have become connected to writing, reading and sharing on this site and that will continue. To all THANK YOU (I was trying to copy Anders list to add here 🙂

  21. Sam Nielson

    Juanita Snyder,
    Nice poem. I liked the images of the ticker tape parade, and the juxtaposition of the parents details with the children details, almost a type of children imitating, carrying on the parents in some ways. Nice work.

  22. Juanita Snyder

    Letting Go
    by Juanita Lewison-Snyder

    Today we gather for the big official send-off,
    in the little glen tucked quietly behind my house.
    I imagined you both looking down upon us,
    waving & blowing kisses amid a ticket tape
    street parade of paper streamers,
    your ocean liner to Heaven perched precariously
    above my Rhododendron skyline.
    When my baby sister slit open the cardboard top,
    your remains all but sucked the oxygen from our breaths.
    Where we expected ashes powdery soft & burn barrel gray
    we found them coarse and grit-like instead —
    sacrete, sprinkled with tiny roadside cinders
    the color of scarred bone,
    clutching the skin on our palms as if we were
    two & three again, not wanting to let go.
    We are sudden orphans,
    my sister and I,
    a reckoning we knew would one day come but
    never really prepared for.
    And yet here we are,
    searching the crowd for familiar faces,
    Dad and his gummy smile,
    dentures firmly in the pocket of his one good suit,
    black “for marryin’ and buryin’ ” as he used to say,
    and Momma motioning us aside with long
    delicate fingers, mouthing last minute instructions,
    “Hija, always remember I lobb you,
    no trash my good things, eh?
    and no forget, take care your little sister.
    Que Dios te bendiga.”

    Only 12 days apart in their mortality,
    it’s only right they are released together.
    So, one by one our fists open, and lips mumble,
    releasing our parent’s ashes for coastal winds to
    chase after their spirits and hold them vigilant above us.
    For a moment, our eyes catch sight of one another
    and suddenly, we become our parents.
    My sister has my mother’s dark skin & delicate hands
    and I, my father’s eyes & golden laugh.
    Reaching out I take hold of my sister’s hand
    for the long walk back
    while behind us,
    our parents set sail.

    © 2010 by Juanita Lewison-Snyder

  23. Sara V

    Both Lindas, thank you very much for the comments and encouragement! Both of you are wonderful writers, I’ve been enjoying your poems all April.
    And to everyone, thank you again for the inspiration, in the words of Walt (well to paraphrase) keeping such wonderful company takes out efforts and poems to the next level. I know that in the 3 years I’ve been poeming with you all, I’ve stretched and improved. Looking forward to Wednesdays!

  24. Marie Elena

    Good morning! I’m copying/pasting today’s poems into Word and taking them with me to read while in the Hocking Hills. For now, I searched for my name, and just want to say:

    Thank you for the dedication, Cara. What a sweetheart you are!

    Thanks for the kind comments from Linda, Janet, and Kim.

    Walt, your sestina is completing amazing. If that was the only poem posted on the 30th, it would have still been a satisfying ending to the month.

    Robert, thank you once again for this forum. It is vastly more than a poetry blog.

    Looking forward to reading from our cabin. …and in the words of our sweet Hannah: Warm smiles to you all!

  25. Penny Henderson

    Earl–may be one of your best!
    Angela Readman–I’ve only caught two of yours–today, and the several thoughts on light, but I am becoming a fan. You will be one of the names I hope to see in the Wed prompts.

  26. angela readman

    Letting go

    We learnt from the circus,
    That it would not be perfect.

    Tightrope

    You were an aerlialist, I’d seen it, your act,
    your smile a tightrope, all precision,
    the measurement of the right moment taken
    with your little toe. The air current tested
    with your tongue. Falling was never an option,
    You looked straight ahead, felt the wire you were on
    pull your back taut before you walked.
    I squinted up at the light, its halo, afraid
    You’d hear my heart’s snare drum,
    my gasp of breath would pull you down.
    I never did run away with the circus, know their secrets
    Of how to put on a show and move on.
    But when you touched me I remembered trapeze,
    the tension, nerves of men in tights and leotards on swings.
    All the girls in pink tutu’s had was their arms
    extended towards them, they moved on their ropes,
    then slow as cherry blossom without to catch them
    they gave them self up and let go.

  27. S.E. Ingraham

    It seems I’m having such a hard time letting go, I posted twice – sorry about that folks – not sure how that happened, probably hit the submit button more than once not realizing that it does not require such heavy-handedness anymore…

    As a friend of mine likes to say, it has been a treasure and a pleat – but seriously – I have loved this month even with all the intrigue. I need the prodding and really like reading everyone else’s work, although I didn’t get around to commenting as much as I would have liked. Thanks again to Robert for his tireless efforts on our behalf – and to all of you for keeping it real. Hope to see you on Wednesdays. Sharon I.

  28. Marie Elena

    Hi all! Life got out of hand on me, and I haven’t even had a chance to come out here and read the final day’s offerings. I WILL return to read and comment. Hoping all is well with this great poetic community.

  29. S.E. Ingraham

    letting go

    it seems it would be
    a relief after
    an entire month
    of prompts;
    brainstorming,
    trying to come
    up with the
    perfect phrase,
    the right words

    a title with meaning;
    one that says
    enough to grab
    and hold interest
    but not give away
    the heart
    the complexity
    you want to
    use to lead
    the reader on

    as if taking them
    by the hand
    and ever-so-carefully
    tugging them
    gently along
    your deftly
    crafted path

    making sure
    they feel
    the excitement,
    the undeniable
    fascination
    built into
    your work

    ensuring the reader
    will not be
    able to resist
    one word

    ah – is it any
    wonder you are
    feeling just
    the slightest
    twinge
    of regret
    at the thought
    of letting go?

  30. S.E. Ingraham

    letting go

    it seems it would be
    a relief after
    an entire month
    of prompts;
    brainstorming,
    trying to come
    up with the
    perfect phrase,
    the right words

    a title with meaning;
    one that says
    enough to grab
    and hold interest
    but not give away
    the heart
    the complexity
    you want to
    use to lead
    the reader on

    as if taking them
    by the hand
    and ever-so-carefully
    tugging them
    gently along
    your deftly
    crafted path

    making sure
    they feel
    the excitement,
    the undeniable
    fascination
    built into
    your work

    ensuring the reader
    will not be
    able to resist
    one word

    ah – is it any
    wonder you are
    feeling just
    the slightest
    twinge
    of regret
    at the thought
    of letting go?

  31. Earl Parsons

    Better late than never. Just had a hard time letting this one go. lol

    Won’t Let Go

    My dog won’t let go of that bone
    My cat won’t let go of that string
    My kids won’t let go of that thing I lost
    And they can’t even remember what thing

    My car won’t let go of that knocking
    My driver won’t let go of that slice
    My mechanic won’t let go of my car
    ‘Till I come up with his ridiculous price

    My sister won’t let go of my albums
    My dad won’t let go of his guns
    My brother won’t let go of that time
    When I stole his girl just for fun

    My boss won’t let go of my raise
    My friend won’t let go of my drill
    My wife won’t let go of that dreadful night
    When I burnt down the house with the grill

    Satan won’t let go of my purpose
    And I won’t let go of my goal
    The world won’t let go of my body
    And God won’t let go of my soul

  32. LaSteph

    CHILDHOOD, NO MORE

    It’s a shame childhood is so short
    Compared to grown-up years
    Especially if we live to a rip old age
    And deal with all that comes along.

    Childhood is mainly carefree
    Until we have to make grown-up choices
    Regardding college versus work
    Perhaps trade school, but something responsible.

    Some must grow up before it’s time
    Bidding farewell to non-worries
    Taking on a plenty
    But never the same afterward.

    LaSteph

  33. Julieann S Powell

    Let Me Go

    You showed up in my life
    Unexpectedly
    Mr. Charming himself
    With ice-blue eyes
    And contagious laughter

    You courted me
    Without motive or conceit
    You captivated me
    Physically and emotionally

    And yet for reasons
    Better left alone
    Please let me go

  34. Sara McNulty

    Nancy Posey: Than was an incredible closing poem.
    Robert LB: I cannot express clearly enough how you have changed my life. Thank you.
    Bruce: So happy for you and your well deserved accomplishments. Also, thanks for the list.

    It has been an honor to be in this group, and I wish all of you good luck in the future.
    I’ll be here on Wednesdays and hope you are as well.

  35. Mike Bayles

    To The Winds

    Let go of the kite
    and let winds take it.
    Paper wings of fine skin
    carry it Heavenward
    with the sky and sun and dreams.
    Trust in the string,
    and its power to retrieve
    while the kite dances in the sky.
    A fine day in spring promises
    more than worldly bonds
    can hope to offer.

  36. Clay Strickland

    Wanted to say that this past April was more enjoyable than i imagined, at times a little daunting, even with some jealousy arising reading other peoples work, but i am definitely glad to have taken part, and i think i can feel parts of my brain growing from all that i have learned here, Thanks to everyone for making this such an inspiring event/site.

    Bruce, the list is greatly appreciated!

    Just wondering if everyone else is having as difficult a time as I am choosing the top 5, this is harder than writing a poem a day. I do not envy Robert’s position of having to choose our Laureate at all.

    To Robert, You totally deserved winning Laureate of the Blogosphere, and i will go on a limb to say even more deserving than the other nominees, because as a blogger you do more by not just voicing your own opinion of what good poetry is and who is writing it, you’ve created a home away from home for hundreds of people to visit daily, be prompted and inspired, and to join you as we write and discover for ourselves what great poetry is. Thanks.

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