2011 April PAD Challenge: Day 20

All right!  We are 2/3 of the way through the challenge after today.  Also, I’d like to thank Tammy for helping me post today’s prompt.  I’m actually dictating this to her over the phone while driving through Kentucky. 

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For today’s prompt, write a message in a bottle poem.  Imagine that your poem is being rolled up and put in a bottle for someone to read.  Or if you want to come at it in a different way, think of it as a poem left in a time capsule or hidden away in your sock drawer.  By the way, I would like to thank Nancy Posey for giving me the idea for today’s prompt. 

Here is my attempt:

“To Whoever Finds This”

I am not on a deserted island,
and I don’t need help. I only wanted
to send a message out into the world.
I only wanted to say I love you.

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  1. de jackson

    Lines I’d like to save in a bottle to drink in again later:

    Her face a wrinkled poem – Dare Gaither

    hair variegating like fall leaves, a vast arched library
    of memory and story. – Pam

    Where I can watch shadows
    Dance across your clever lips – Sara V

    He rolled the paper, a telescope,
    aimed it at the sea – Kim King

    I remember the evening’s pregnant kisses
    competing with sand – Dheepikaa

    let the fullness
    of fertile tassels surround
    your unforgettable moment – Linda Voit

    sowed our very atmosphere
    with seeds of our own doom
    until the waters, which we ourselves
    in our thin skins contained,
    took us back into themselves
    and reigned – Autumn N. Hall

  2. Joseph Beckman

    2011 April PAD Challenge: Day 20
    All right!  We are 2/3 of the way through the challenge after today.  Also, I’d like to thank Tammy for helping me post today’s prompt.  I’m actually dictating this to her over the phone while driving through Kentucky. 

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    For today’s prompt, write a message in a bottle poem. 
    .
    My Son
    .
    It has been many years now
    If you found this note somehow
    I hope you now understand
    What matters most is the man
    .
    You become through all the pain
    And joy is much more the gain
    As you wonder where I’ve gone
    When much of life has moved on
    .
    Keep your heart in quiet space
    I showed you the better race
    Success is your fickle friend
    While love is the better end.
    .
    © April 12, 2011 by Joseph Beckman

  3. Linda Voit

    Poems that I especially enjoyed so far today: Walt (HELP!) and PKP’s response, Iain D KEmp (To Whom & MOosehead), Salvatore Buttaci (No Genie), Beth Rodgers (A friendly Hello), Joe (Sorry), PKP (Help needed not expected – BAM! AND Remember), Catherine Lee (Finally at the bottom), Tracy Davidson (to whom..), Joy Cagil (…for my daughter), Carolyn Geraci (Say not to..), Daniel Paicopulus (TWIMC – I think I’ve written your name so many times, I may actually get this spelling down!), Sara V (Dear Alice), Dheepikaa (Westward or Eastward — would like to hear that at a poetry slam), Dare Gaither (CLeaning out), Jane Shelensky (Floater), Catkin (Message in a…), Diane (To and Angel), Patricia A. Hawkenson (Interstellar… I don’t even totally get it as I am not a sci-fi gal, but I love it anyway).

    Anders – congrats on the guitar!!!

    De Jackson- re: "No Dep No Return" — ABOLUTE-ly!

    Favorites so far: Katie Dixon (Between chair cushions), Pam (Long Distance Dedication), De Jackson (Castaway).

    Back to work! Have fun all!

  4. Catherine Lee

    This is a revision of something I wrote earlier.

    One Day

    “Stephanie + Trish = BFF”
    Who the hell is Trish?
    I tossed the bottle back
    Like dirty socks in the hamper.
    I imagined it was a boomerang,
    But the only boomerang
    I ever threw was a toy
    And it never came
    Back to me.

  5. Walt Wojtanik

    NO MILK TODAY

                  Dare I say,
                 she has gone.
                  She left no
                   note; not
                  on the hall
                  table.  Not
                 stuck  to the
                 refrigerator.
                Not even in this
             milk bottle. I asked
           her if we could work it
          out, but she said work ma-
         de it sound like a job. App-
       arently, she hated her job. Did
     you ever hear what a house sounds
    like devoid of life?    A lot like these
    empty milk containers. I don’t really
    blame her. I guess this milk of human
    kindness made her lactose intolerant.
    But, like they say, "It’s no use crying
    over spilled milk." That’s pretty funny
    if you think about it.    This bottle is
    empty because milk spilled (just after,
    she  threw  the  bottle  at  my  head).
      Please bring two quarts of fat free.
      I’ll pay you on Tuesday. Thank you.

    No umbrage to De on her fantastik concrete work.
    I was in the process of this piece when I was called
    into a meeting. When I saw De’s offering, it was
    either scrap mine or complete it. I know she
    understands. Thanks for taking the lead De!
    Nice job.

  6. John Pupo

    It’s Not Too Late

    Message –
    short and sweet,
    remember the better
    things in life;

    The vast explosion;
    colors violently swirling
    when the sun says
    goodnight everyday.

    The cooling touch
    rain juxtaposed with skin –
    that calming effect
    after being upset.

    The smell of cookies,
    mixture of chocolate, love,
    only grandmother’s hands
    could concoct.

    Everything could
    erode one day, and
    we’ll all be stuck sending
    messages in bottles.

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