2011 April PAD Challenge: Day 26

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Today is the final “Two for Tuesday” prompt(s) of the month:

  1. Write a leader poem.
  2. Write a follower poem.

I’ll leave it up to you to decide what a leader or follower poem might be. You can either lead the way in figuring that out, or follow the lead of another.

Here’s my attempt:

“Captive”

Take me to your leader.
I want to be a follower.
I want to follow you
through whatever you’ll lead me.
I promise I won’t
abandon you when times get tough.
I’ll be committed
if you’ll only commit me.

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358 thoughts on “2011 April PAD Challenge: Day 26

  1. A~Lotus

    The Things We Follow

    following butterflies
    the way we try to catch dreams
    in our nets
    only finding
    that they had dissolved
    into dusts of sunlight

    *

    following the dust
    in the attic
    of ourselves:
    nests of old toys,
    yellowing album pages,
    and dried flower petals
    stuck in between love
    letters and tears,
    we still wonder
    if it had all been another
    yesterday

    *

    following yesterday
    we trace our footsteps
    as if we’re playing
    hopscotch with our emotions:
    when a rock lands on 8,
    everything is endless, a rush…
    but when a rock sits on 1,
    we sit with our own shadows
    calculating the meanings
    of love, peace, and happiness

  2. LBC

    Symphonic Sound

    In the orchestra, I play second fiddle to your first violin,
    In the chorus, you sing harmony to my melody.
    We each take a turn at follow the leader,
    that way the music is interesting
    and we both have a reason to play.
    Sometimes the sounds we make are slightly off key,
    but when the instruments are in tune,
    it doesn’t matter who leads and who follows,
    together we are a symphony.

  3. shann palmer

    Show Boat

    Some people can’t help it, they have to best
    everyone around them, closing their eyes
    as if reality suspends for a microsecond
    and there they are in the spotlight.

    I’m not talking about the royals or preachers,
    who make a living standing out, making sure
    every move is plotted for maximum effect.

    This concerns the grand hopers, the almosts,
    the folks who take a weird hat and no talent
    and manage to parlay nothing into a career.

    I should admire them, I suppose, for chutzpah,
    but for every hack in an angora sweater somewhere
    a sad sack in plaid wonders how to cut it as a cult.

    I’m not talking about you, either, playing that one
    poem into status, rolling it in your mouth until
    they buy your made-up story and hand you the keys
    to the kitchen cupboard where the goodies are-

    too bad you don’t have the craftiness to replenish
    what you consume, you always leave hungry.

  4. Juanita Lewison-Snyder

    middle child
    by juanita lewison-snyder

    you may trump me a few years
    by your simple order of birth
    dear long lost sister,
    but do not make the mistake
    of thinking you are now
    suddenly my pack leader.

    i do not lead
    nor will i follow.
    in fact, i prefer
    to steer clear of packs.
    less trust issues that way.

    though i might trepse
    the old goat trails
    along the mountainsides,
    but do so alone
    and gladly,
    without prompting,
    on my own sweet time
    between spring and fall.

    and should you try to follow
    be forewarned,
    my teeth are sharp
    and i will not hesitate
    to use them, though
    my status may reflect
    a middle child status
    perhaps not so benevolent.

    © 2011 by Juanita Lewison-Snyder

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