2011 April PAD Challenge: Day 7

For the next few days, I’ll be corresponding from Austin, Texas, which means Tammy will post my prompt and poem for me each morning. 

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For today’s prompt, write a “what if” poem.  It could be a “what if” from the past, present or future.  For instance, what if no one discovered electricity?  (How would we do this challenge?) 

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Here is my attempt:

“10 minutes ago”

My car wouldn’t scare the bird to the sky.
The bird wouldn’t fly down to inspect what
remains.  The corpse wouldn’t be spread across
two lanes of interstate.  The driver would
not hold her breath and then cry.  A possum
would not brace for impact.  If it only
could have stayed far far away from the road.

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  1. Michelle Guerra

    What if?
    What if you could pick who your parents would be?
    What if you could be whatever you wanted to be?
    What if you could be beautiful?
    What if you could be handsome?
    What if you could be rich?
    What if you could be famous?
    What if you could design your own children?
    What if you could turn back the hands of time?

  2. Rose Anna Hines

    WHAT IF I COULD DANCE

    Cynthia sat on the couch watching
    "So You Think You Can Dance"
    her mom was taking a nap
    she told the 8 year old she could watch TV
    while she napped

    Cynthia was enthralled by
    by the rhythm and the beat,
    even as a two year old
    her mother would say
    Cynthia would sway and move to music.

    "I could dance,
    I could jump and leap
    to the Nutcracker sweet.
    I could twirl and whirl
    up on my ballet toes
    I could move my belly and hips
    to salsa, belly dance, and hip hop.
    If I practiced everyday
    I’m sure I wouldn’t be a flop."

    Her body started swaying
    as she watched the dancers
    in front of her eyes.
    She smiled.
    "I could be on TV
    enthralling audiences with my grace
    coordination and surprising moves.
    I could make a movie with a handsome partner
    like ‘Footloose’ or ‘Dirty Dancing’
    or by myself like ‘Flashdance’ .
    When people meet me they would say,
    ‘WOW, YOU CAN DANCE’"

    I could dance
    I just have to keep trying.
    She looked down at her legs
    and for the 100th time that day,
    she tried, she tried very hard to move her toes.

  3. S.E.Ingraham

    What If No One Did the Right Thing Ever

    What if everyone was only out for himself
    Got up in the morning with only one thought
    What’s in it for me?

    And if there wasn’t anything in it for them
    They wouldn’t, couldn’t be bothered
    Doing whatever

    What it each and every person just ignored
    Each and every other person no matter how much
    Trouble the other might be having or in?

    How would that work I wonder if selfishness
    Was so finely honed that all else was lost
    Compassion, altruism, care, anything that wasn’t

    Self-serving would not occur to a person to do
    Or even to think about and the world would turn
    On a very different axis

    Of course self-harm would be a thing of the past
    For people of a certain type of selfishness
    Would never think to consider suicide

    Murder yes – self-murder? Not a chance
    Unless, unless – they were so desperate – dying
    Seemed to be the ultimate thing they could do
    For themselves

    But – if no one ever did the right thing – would anyone
    Ever know exactly what the right thing was
    And how would that be determined anyhow

    After awhile, wouldn’t the philosophy of right and wrong
    Become quite convoluted and confusing
    For who would set the standard and what moral compass

    Would there be to guide this selfish new order
    Of souls who cared for nothing but themselves
    What if they never cared to wonder about any of this?

    Would it make any difference to anything or anyone?
    What if this ever comes about – what if …

  4. Susan M. Bell

    What if…

    …this is it?
    What if this is our life
    from now on?

    A long line of doctor visits
    More medications than I can count
    Daily monitoring of various body functions
    Pain that never completely goes away
    Anxiety that totally immobilizes
    A mind that doesn’t want to think straight

    What if…
    …this is it?
    What if things don’t get
    any better?

  5. G. Smith

    TWO LITTLE WORDS
    (c) 2011 – G. Smith (BMI)
    ————————-

    What if I had never seen you?
    What if you had never smiled?
    What if we’d not danced in the rain then,
    Would we’ve been happy for a while?

    What I’d tried a little harder?
    What if you had done the same?
    What if we had stopped for a second;
    Maybe we would share a name…

    CH
    Those two little words can make you think some,
    Make you remember or want to forget;
    Make you realize your good fortune;
    Or break your heart with the weight of regret…
    Break your heart~ with the weight of regret.

    What if I had had to work more?
    What if you had had to go?
    What if we had missed that weekend?
    Frankly, I don’t wanna know.

    What if I had been less selfish?
    What if you had made me see?
    What if we had stopped for a second,
    What would’ve become of you and me?

    CH
    Those two little words can make you think some,
    Make you remember or want to forget;
    Make you realize your good fortune;
    Or break your heart with the weight of regret…
    Break your heart~ with the weight of regret.

    BR:
    What if… we can’t know the answer;
    What if… it’s a foolish game.
    What if? We still have to ask it.
    What if… I take the blame?

    CH
    Those two little words can make you think some,
    Make you remember or want to forget;
    Make you realize your good fortune;
    Or break your heart with the weight of regret…
    Break your heart~ with the weight of regret.

  6. Cara Holman

    Spring is Sprung

    What if every day was like today,
    with daffodils and hyacinths running riot
    in every garden, dog walkers out
    in full force, the tinkling sound
    of wind chimes in the distance,
    and preschoolers drawing their dreams
    on the sidewalk with boldly colored
    chalk. Would I ever get tired of the
    sameness? Just try me!

  7. ChapLynn

    In the beginning

    Love created
    darkness crept
    Deception traded
    Jesus wept
    Love running rampant
    that was his plan
    Fall from grace
    because of man
    I was born in sin
    What if I were born again?

  8. Scott Mesrobian

    If I Had Fought Back

    I could have been killed if I fought back.
    He was hurting me but I knew I’d survive
    As long as I stayed calm.
    The tears protected me as I closed my eyes
    And closed my ears to the sounds
    Of his voice and his body with mine.
    The fists of my hands were clenched at my side,
    If I raised them to his face and chest and arms,
    He would not have stopped.
    I would be dead.

  9. Susan Budig

    What if I had gone to bed
    at a normal time tonight instead
    of staying up until two o’clock
    to read poetry. Hey, don’t knock
    it. You never know what’ll come
    out of these red-eyed, toss-the-rum-
    down writing extravaganzas.

  10. Jay Sizemore

    If

    the sound of thunder wasn’t assumed
    to be the ghostly grumbles of disapproval,
    volcanic eruptions were not believed
    to be temper tantrums unleashed,
    earthquakes weren’t thought to be shook
    by the stamping of giant feet unseen,
    and plagues were not caused by curses
    uttered from lips hidden behind clouds,
    no one would have noticed
    that nothing needs a name.

  11. Joseph Beckman

    2011 April PAD Challenge: Day 7
    Posted by Robert

    For the next few days, I’ll be corresponding from Austin, Texas, which means Tammy will post my prompt and poem for me each morning. 

    *****

    For today’s prompt, write a "what if" poem.  It could be a "what if" from the past, present or future.  For instance, what if no one discovered electricity?  (How would we do this challenge?) 
    .
    What if?

    What if, from birth, to my very old age,
    I behaved less a fool, and more a sage,
    To love and hold, not run and hide,
    To share open feelings, not my tough hide.
    .
    What if, from death, I did learn how to cry,
    So life can then teach me the reason why,
    It’s not status, nor wealth that makes happiness,
    But the love of the Loved who share their True Kindness.
    .

    © April 7, 2011 by Joseph Beckman

  12. mbschied

    Never ask what if

    Anticipation curses the anticpator
    Hopefulness crushes the hopeful
    Paradise is only found in
    perpetual suspension
    above life’s trampoline

    In that stasis, stars dance
    behind your eyes as you glory in possibility
    the epitome of odds that your
    ideality is truthful reality

    You are the bubble of wishes
    hovering gently on innocence’s current

    perfectly at peace until the careless
    bump of a butterfly’s wing
    or a child’s questing hand
    pierces your decisionless serenity

    In making a choice
    what if will never be the same

  13. PKP aka Pearl Ketover Prilik

    Up late and scanned here for Barbara who was playing and eon at catch up!?… Wow " entire tenuous house of cards on which we built our lives!". Said it before and niw again write fast and furious your muse loves to run unfettered …free.

    While perusing….want to thank Benjamin,…. Whoops sooo tired other mentions slipped out of my ear! So dory but thank you!!!

    Finally and mod importantly Carol’s magnificent poem … A plea, a tribute, a visceral image of purest pain is poetry at it’s highest level! Just for this reading alone which I missed on the appointed day I am happy about being up at 4am! Wonderful poem Carol…. Hoping this is a sign healing toward remembering the good memories has begun …..

  14. Barbara Ehrentreu

    Maybe I should get the booby prize for lateness for this one. Didn’t get any time to read any poems here. Will come back and read.

    What if?
    all the animals disappeared
    and the world stood barren with
    bare trees and rivers dried up
    becoming waddies in the middle of
    deserts?

    What if the water that plays
    over the smooth stones stopped
    And there were no snow or rain
    Where would the water now running
    freely through our pipes come from?

    What if the abundant wheat and corn
    fields were plucked clean and the husks
    stood drying in the wind while the last
    ear of corn became more valuable than
    gold?

    Would there be those who would pounce
    upon that ear or hold themselves in
    check.aware that the wide arm of the
    marauding hordes might sweep away the
    entire tenuous house of cards upon which
    we built our lives?

  15. Kyhaara

    (Translation)

    Floral French:
    If flowers spoke in French
    would you hear? Would you listen?
    Perhaps you would ignore them
    Because plants cannot say,
    surely, if they want you
    to water them or to give them more sunlight!
    Eh? You have no imagination
    to understand that which is fantastical.

  16. Kyhaara

    Floral French:
    Si les fleurs parlent en français,
    entendriez-vous? Ecouteriez-vous?
    Peut-être que vous les passeriez outre,
    car les plantes ne peuvent pas dire,
    certainement, si elles vous veulent
    les arroser ou les donner plus de soleil!
    Hein? Vous n’avez pas d’imagination
    pour comprendre ce qui est fantastique.


    Late, since I was away. Here is my attempt at writing a poem in French. Inspired by "Le Petit Prince."

  17. Carole Katsantoness

    What if

    we think of simpler
    times
    visit imagination
    in our minds, find
    the slab of smooth,
    square concrete. three
    sisters knees and
    mine are bare —
    we take our corner
    Indian style, touching
    "All Around the World"
    under mom’s approving
    stare.

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