April PAD Challenge: Day 16

If you feel up for it, be sure to share your favorite poem from the first 15 days of the challenge here.

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For today’s prompt, I want you to pick a color, make that the title of your poem, and write a poem that is inspired by that color.

Here’s my attempt for the day:

“Blue”

Eyes in the morning
look for the moon
unsure of the time
they wake. An ache
for violence, dull
throbbing of wind
through trees. She
doesn’t know how
things got to this;
she doesn’t know
what will be next.

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889 thoughts on “April PAD Challenge: Day 16

  1. Nikki Griffith

    Permissions granted to use my entry for the Color Prompt after further revision.

    REPOSTED ENTRY

    5/5/2009 7:07:15 AM (Eastern Daylight Time, UTC-04:00)
    National Poetry Month reminded me how the faithful and the faithless both cower in fear when they should stand in courage. Is simply exercising both voice and choice courage?

    Technology, politics and bureaucracy cannot simply erase what has already been put into the universe. Being new enough to the art of writing consistently for artistic value, I am in this for critical analysis and expression, first. Let God have his way with the rest.

    My unpublished, personal writings have for years found shelter in the hearts and minds of many. God is the only one who will find new hearts aka homes for my poems. My vote is to keep this FIRST DRAFT site (provided it is labeled as such). I as well vote for my Color Prompt creation to be published in the color collage for the same reason (provided we have a SECOND/THIRD…DRAFT OPPORTUNITY?).

    What a beautiful way for me to commemorate my own growth and share with others. Over the years, this posting and even the color collage will continue to reflect in words with my family on the vision of commitment to self, the power of unity, growth and change as a positive collective voice. Isn’t that what poetry is anyway?

    Nikki Griffith |nlgriffithAT NOSPAMaol dot com

    4/30/2009 7:11:28 PM (Eastern Daylight Time, UTC-04:00)
    PANTONE 12/Black

    Blackness
    colors unite
    squeezing America’s
    ultimate meltdown into a
    sweet juice,

    PANTONE 476/Brown

    brownies
    chocolate smiles
    long, addictive kisses
    of Hershey & Resee place on
    wet lips…

    PANTONE 485/Red

    bright red
    burning fabric
    ketchup stains before church
    spaghetti sauce on a white shirt
    SHOUT OUT!!

    PANTONE 9/Cyan

    crying
    singing sadness
    oceans creating life
    skies shedding tears for lost baby
    blue notes –

    PANTONE 021/Orange

    orange you
    peeling gently
    off its moist skin to steal away
    sweet, juicy, nourishing and wet
    pleasure?

    PANTONE 3/Yellow

    daylight
    banana bright
    sunshine shining brightly
    warming sidewalks; making crayons
    soften,

    PANTONE 348/Green

    greed war
    money green die
    used to paint fierce envy
    dead presidents and living plants
    plus GO!

    PANTONE 8/Purple

    royal
    Magenta’s twin
    wrath of sweet grapes and the
    chosen color of royalty
    ask Prince.

    PANTONE 2/white

    whiteness
    colors unite
    reflections and refractions that
    prisms wave, luminating
    freed light.

    Picture Herbert’s Cinquain Chain in Full Colors

    Nikki Griffith |nlgriffithAT NOSPAMaol dot com
    This has just become my favorite poem and I don’t think anyone even read it. LOL, I love America and Freedom and the residue of the 1st Amendment!!LOLOLOLOROFLROFLLMAOLMAOLMAOLOLOLO

  2. PriscillaAnne Tennant Herrington

    REVISED:

    Puce

    Color of a flea
    dark reddish brown
    or purple brown
    bloodstained
    sometimes livid
    never quite aspiring
    to russet, auburn,
    mahogany, umber,
    sepia, sienna
    or cordovan.

    ©Priscilla Anne Tennant Herrington

  3. Linda H.

    Earl, I just came back in to read some of the work and to read those from people I know from last year. When I saw your Sky Blue Pink, I had to laugh. I, too, heard this from an older person, though not my grandmother, and we used it since with my daughter who is now almost 11. We rarely use it anymore, but it brings back nice memories of her toddler years. Thanks. I also enjoyed many of your other posts.

    Linda H.

  4. JL Smither

    Green

    The yard was nearly barren
    when we moved in. The ivy had sucked the ground
    dry, leaving not much but cracked clay
    and clumps of wilted grass (later, we found
    and removed the submerged sidewalk). But come spring,
    they started sprouting up: flowers,
    expensive flowers, and grasses and vines.
    And now, whenever there’s a new shoot, we stand
    over it wondering if we should pick it or not.

  5. yolanda davis-overstreet

    Day 16

    Pink
    She is seven now
    Legs crossed
    Then running
    Jumping
    Laughing
    Busy bee – is she
    Talking
    Singing
    Then her sudden dance with crying
    My little girl
    Dressed in pink

  6. David H. Snell

    Green
    I never liked it in my youth
    (Its chartreuse glare seemed so uncouth):
    its sickly shade in healthcare halls
    or mossy molding on the walls.
    The grass stains were my mother’s bane
    as she washed my clothes in vain.
    Tobacco leaves, tobacco worms:
    recall their smell, my stomach squirms.
    The “green-eyed monster” made me want;
    “green to the gills” was illness’ taunt.
    Then, youthfulness impeded gain–
    to be “green” meant to seek in vain,
    and greed itself was also seen
    in moneyed color of “long green.”

    But now I’ve aged and changed my view
    about some things of greenish hue.
    To maintain health, they say it means
    one eats his peas and garden greens.
    The hunter’s shade is solid, rich.
    Eire’s Kelly green is all my wish.
    We must rebirth a verdant land;
    a green, green earth is what God planned.

  7. Sean Kilkelly

    The Power of Blue

    The color blue can describe beauty
    such as a clear sky or the soothing ocean,
    yet blue can also describe one’s mood or
    the type of day someone is having,
    blue can mean something different
    to me and you, but blue is never dull
    like grey or overly bright like orange,
    blue is a beautiful song and a great album,
    blue is also my favorite color,
    because it can mean so much and
    wields such power, there is nothing
    like the one of a kind blue.

  8. Ruth Mattern

    Blue

    Blue is the color of the sky above,
    the oceans deep, the eyes I love.
    It comes in many shades and hues:
    soft and light like baby blue,
    periwinkle and cornflower,
    deep blue, royal, full of power.
    Of course there’s Carolina blue.
    And Duke blue is a color too.
    Blue’s a color meant for boys,
    their blankets and their baby toys.
    Give me blue, if you please.
    That color puts my mind at ease.

  9. Merddyn Aladar

    "Forest Green"

    The plants are dying
    As are the people
    The leaves of the trees
    Are composed of flames

    The forest is dead
    The bodies decaying
    Blood soaks the ground
    And apples are rotten

    But look! A plant rises
    And several more join it.
    The dead of the forest
    Die to nourish it.

    The forest stands tall
    Leaves a healthy green
    A rabbit eats the grass
    As a wolf eats the rabbit.

    The trees die again
    And so do the people
    The cycle goes on
    The dead saving the living

  10. Linda H.

    When I searched my name to see if all my poems were listed for each day this one and day 3 were missing so I am posting again.

    Ode to Crayola

    Today chidren want a portable DBVD player, iPod, MP3,
    Nintendo, or Game Boy as birthday gifts but way back when
    all I wanted was a box of crayons. Not just any box.
    My dream gift was the Crayola 64-pack.
    I didn’t necessarily need goldenrod or raw sienna,
    wisteria or timberwolf or even aquamarine. But I
    wanted more than the standard 8-pack set of colors.
    I got one on my 6th birthday and was tickled pink–
    carnation pink, to be exact. And I smiled.

    In the third grade we learned to write poetry.
    One day, without warning of the task ahead,
    the teacher asked us to write four colors on
    a slip of paper and to think about those hues.
    Later we were told to write a poem
    incorporating each of our selected colors. I
    struggled to find the exact words to go with my
    four and my classmates impatiently waited for
    me to complete what seemed to them a simple
    assignment. We then took turns reading them
    aloud. After 8 students recited poems like
    "Roses are red, violets are blue, tulips are
    orange and yellow, too", the teacher called
    on me to share my work. Nervously I read:
    Outside my window is a cerulean sky
    spotted by clouds of white
    and a red hot tangerine sun shining very bright
    over the Shamrock green grass
    where periwinkle flowers grow free–
    a beautiful sight created by God
    for you and me to see.
    Teacher remained silent for a moment then
    said, "You have the 64-pack, don’t you?"
    I just smiled.

    Life is a many splendored thing.
    Some say we should think outside the box
    to make the best of it, to make it our own.
    But Crayola now has a 120-color pack, so
    I say go beyond the average and think
    inside the box. Instead of admiring
    the yellow sun enjoy the Aztec gold
    sunshine. Instead of buying pink
    pillowcases, purchase cinnamon satin
    cases. Instead of crystal clear ocean
    water, swim in the aquamarine waves
    of summer relief. See the world through
    the eyes of a child, a child with the
    biggest set of crayons there is.
    It’ll paint a new picture of the world
    for you and it will make you smile.

  11. Amanda Caldwell

    Purple

    It was the sign of all that was wrong with you
    that your favorite color was purple.
    It didn’t seem right somehow
    that a man should hold so fiercely
    to such a stupid color.
    I think you did it just to show everyone
    how much more original you were
    than choosing a safe bet like blue
    or professing a manly attraction to black or red.
    But original and pretentious
    are so close on the spectrum,
    and when you’ve stopped on the tail end of ROYGBIV,
    it’s time to reassess what kind of royal you are.

  12. Alyssa Watson

    Blue

    Azure sky meets my gaze
    Dipping to the horizon
    Sea is foaming
    Though calmly outstretched
    How can I know my destiny?
    Blue waves and turquoise pools
    Reach the sand
    A memory, fleeting
    Remembered no more

  13. Kripa Nidhi

    Blue
    —–
    Today it’s all a clear sparkling blue
    after the dark specter of clouds
    that terrorized the neighborhood
    hurling thunderbolts and breaking boughs
    have been swept off the face of the skies
    leaving it this- achingly bright and blue
    But the debris of yesteryears
    still clog the miles of skies
    that my eyes traverse now
    and though I can feel the blue
    this path is murky and far from bright.

    -Kripa Nidhi

  14. C. L. Banahan

    Color! What Color?

    It’s a
    Beigey
    Taupey
    Sort of color
    Not gray
    Or tan
    Too dark for Ecru
    Not golden enough for
    Sand
    Not really
    Oatmeal
    But just as bland
    You couldn’t call it
    Putty
    Though it may be
    Grimy or smutty
    A color
    That’s flat
    Un remarkable
    Dull
    Perfect for uniforms

  15. Joanna Bailey

    Black

    Her eyes so dark
    They shine as black
    Marking no distinction between pupil and iris.
    Swim in the depths of those dark orbs
    You will find
    Layers
    Black
    Smoldering
    Consuming
    Silently singing a melody
    That can only be felt
    By those who know her.

  16. Stacey Cornwell

    Green
    The color of your eyes
    Is as green as summer grass
    As green as the leaves on the trees
    When spring finally comes

    The color seems to mimic
    Your energy for life
    You love and affection
    The devil on your shoulder

    Whoever knew that one single kitten
    Could be as much trouble
    Or bring as much joy
    As you have been

    With those green green eyes
    Looking up at me so innocent
    As if you don’t know what I mean
    As if you don’t mean what you do

  17. Lytton Bell

    White

    White pain
    White death
    White supremacy
    Yang of the bright, hot and dry

    Unicorn. No.
    Wedding. No.
    Tunnel. No.

    Garb of hate
    Garb of erasure
    Blank canvas
    Blank page

    Don’t shoot till you see the whites
    of their eyes
    White bones in a pit
    covered with lye
    White lie

    Great white
    White whale
    Ugly duck
    Ivory tusk

    Pale face
    White race
    White mice
    Might makes right

    Melting snow in a white bowl
    on a white window sill in the sun

    Lived
    Loved
    Died
    History

    What color is silence?
    What color is forget?

  18. Aimee Suzara

    hot pink

    hot pink forgets where she came from
    too much time in neon bulbs and
    fumes of spray paint
    too many My Little Pony hairdos and
    vacations on eight-year-old shoe laces.
    she’s been the rubber bands on braces and
    the vinyl on bicycle banana seats
    spent lifetimes in sweets with artificial coloring:
    easter cookies and cupcakes from Safeway.
    hot pink needs a getaway.
    she has amnesia and needs to know
    where she came from.
    maybe she should get acquainted with
    these hollyhocks in my yard and
    the ice plants bursting beside the sea.
    what about these anemones?
    see, mesh netting in 80s socks is her family but
    she needs to trace her ancestry.
    hot pink is having an
    identity crisis.
    let’s set her free.

    – Aimee Suzara

  19. Laurel Kallen

    Grays

    I’ve taken to wearing grays
    Though reds shout out my dark hair
    And whites the trouble in my gaze
    I’ve taken to wearing grays
    That do not flatter me in ways
    That even black does – with its nighttime flair
    I’ve taken to wearing grays
    Though reds shout out my dark hair
    Grays offer a type of daze
    I’ve taken to wearing grays
    Their presence/absence of color a haze
    of bones and souls laid bare
    I’ve taken to wearing grays
    Though reds shout out my dark hair
    Greys have their compelling ways
    I’ve taken to wearing grays
    Who needs the brightness of sunrays?
    Greys – doesn’t the truth lie there?
    I’ve taken to wearing grays
    Though reds shout out my dark hair
    And can the truth lie, is it so unfazed?
    I’ve taken to wearing grays
    giving up on bright displays
    and their enticing fanfare
    I’ve taken to wearing grays
    Though reds shout out my dark hair.

    Laurel Kallen

  20. Raven Zu

    Green

    (Eucalyptus Forest)

    Eucalyptus, soft, deep,misty,
    muted, drab, Olive,
    luscious Lime, lusty, livid,
    Forest Green, shadow, dark, mysterious,
    flash of scarlet wing.

  21. Sara Furch

    White

    In between the lines
    Outlining and defining letters
    Delivering words

    White

    Sunshine behind eyelids
    Teeth in smiles before a kiss
    Painted moon on creamy waves

    White

    Stars following a punch in the face
    Bandage holding blood in place
    Tunnel of light, then deceased

    White

    Everywhere that shadows are not
    Donning myriad disguises, horrifying and exquisite
    But to behold beyond a fleeting moment

    Recondite

    (This was a necessary rewrite of my first submission–thanks.)

  22. Carrie Johns

    RED

    Fire, passion, glory
    Heat, sex, love
    Red is the colour of blood,
    Of blushes and anger.
    Slap me, I turn red,
    Kiss me, I turn red,
    Embarrass me, I turn red.
    Red is soul, heart, being.

    Red is education.
    The hood on my regalia
    is red.
    Bachelor’s degree,
    Arts & Humanities.
    That is my passion,
    That is my glory,
    That is my blood.

  23. LaQuisha Hall

    The Betrayal of White

    The color I felt the closest to was white,
    I would make sure it went wherever I would go.
    I would walk, displaying it with confidence,
    I would be honored to wear white against my heart.
    Even though others around me would warn me
    To not acknowledge this color so often,
    I still believed in white,
    I kept the faith that it would make me happy.
    But one day this color betrayed me,
    I put it on and it did not look the same.
    I tried to make it look the way I wanted to,
    But it continued to make me feel horrible.
    It was as if the white used me for its personal gain,
    It would only like me long enough to be seen in public.
    How do you continue to wear a color you felt so close to?
    That you have loved for so long,
    When all in one day it does not want to make you feel good?
    Do you keep on wearing white as if nothing is wrong?
    Or pretend that it looks the same way it did when I first put it on?
    As if you feel great and still look absolutely wonderful?
    Or do you just find another color,
    Knowing that when you see white on you it will never be the same?

  24. Nikki Griffith

    PANTONE 12/Black

    Blackness
    colors unite
    squeezing America’s
    ultimate meltdown into a
    sweet juice,

    PANTONE 476/Brown

    brownies
    chocolate smiles
    long, addictive kisses
    of Hershey & Resee place on
    wet lips…

    PANTONE 485/Red

    bright red
    burning fabric
    ketchup stains before church
    spaghetti sauce on a white shirt
    SHOUT OUT!!

    PANTONE 9/Cyan

    crying
    singing sadness
    oceans creating life
    skies shedding tears for lost baby
    blue notes –

    PANTONE 021/Orange

    orange you
    peeling gently
    off its moist skin to steal away
    sweet, juicy, nourishing and wet
    pleasure?

    PANTONE 3/Yellow

    daylight
    banana bright
    sunshine shining brightly
    warming sidewalks; making crayons
    soften,

    PANTONE 348/Green

    greed war
    money green die
    used to paint fierce envy
    dead presidents and living plants
    plus GO!

    PANTONE 8/Purple

    royal
    Magenta’s twin
    wrath of sweet grapes and the
    chosen color of royalty
    ask Prince.

    PANTONE 2/white

    whiteness
    colors unite
    reflections and refractions that
    prisms wave, luminating
    freed light.

    Picture Herbert’s Cinquain Chain in Full Colors

  25. ina Roy-Faderman

    When I went back to look at this today , I realized that I’d left out two very important words, which was just going to drive me crazy unless I reposted. And then of course, I had to fix one or two other words. Argh. I apologize, and please ignore the above incarnation, if possible.

    Colors of an American

    "When you mix the primary colors together, you get a rich, natural brown. Other variations give you a variety of muted red and yellow-oranges that can serve as the basis for many different skin tones." -_Oil Painting for Dummies_ by Giddings and Clifton

    1. Mother mourns in white.
    I wear black. "Black ghost," she says.
    Death makes ghosts of love.

    2. An outfit strides by.
    Maggie sniffs, "Brown with black trim."
    I say, "Look at me."

    3. As we watch the bride,
    Mom whispers, "Like a widow."
    I marry in red.

    4. The dentist’s office,
    Maggie’s girl on my lap. No,
    I’m not the nanny.

    5. Golden is my son.
    Dad’s pink tinge; mom’s pool-black eyes.
    Still, I am asked, "Yours?"

    6. I open my mouth.
    They say, "You’re American."
    That is the triumph.

  26. Cheryl Pearson

    I just realised that I didn’t explain who the first lines of the poem I posted refer to…I actually watched the film "Sylvia" yesterday, starring Gwyneth Paltrow, and my friend remarked how like Sylvia she looked in the scene where she’s sitting in the daffoidils, recreating the famous photo. So…the two women are the ones referred to in the poem.

  27. Cheryl Pearson

    Black and White

    (based on the photograph of Sylvia Plath sitting in the daffodils with her children)

    We decided that she looked most like you in that photo;
    the black and white one, with the daffodils pale and quiet
    at the edges, less bold than usual. Her hair, your hair,
    pinned up in a crown, slender face looking down
    at the clean faces of her children, your children; a certain light there.
    At the bottom of the garden, your garden, hers,
    the pigeons strutted on thin model-legs, nodding from under
    their gas flame skull-caps, just out of shot. The wind
    moved through stirring your hair, her hair; was caught,
    moved on while the two of you remained, unmoving in your pose
    and your stilled laughter, caught by chemicals
    and a familiar hand in that exact moment,

    which is both hers and yours now; which belongs to you both.

  28. Andrew Schuch

    Blue

    The color of an ocean true
    The tint of the sky’s hue
    A robin’s egg laid anew
    Our country’s chroma of loyalty, too.

    4/16/09
    A.J. Schuch

  29. Tony Walker

    April 16th prompt: inspired by a color
    “This rainy morn”
    Green – bright and dark, bold,subtile
    In pleasant arrangement
    Increasing height with increasing distance
    Soft, silky, dense
    Hard, rough, sparse
    What rich variety I see from my window
    This rainy morn

  30. lynn paden

    "somethin’ rare"

    i wake
    with the worst breath of the day

    my hand crosses the pillow
    in search of her

    she’s gone
    but i hear her humming in the bathroom

    (who hums in the bathroom?)

    she’s eye-close to the mirror
    tracing her eyes with darkness
    lost in concentration

    i lean over her, covering her
    arms surrounding her body
    drawing her goodness to me
    resting my head on her brown hair

    i’d stay like this forever
    if she didn’t wiggle away,
    and whine in frustration
    over the reflection
    she sees

    doesn’t she know she’s perfect to me?
    that mine is the only opinion
    that should matter?

    she’s chocolate sweetness
    deep and luscious
    kind, and warm, and good

    and yet she’ll look at me
    with those endless dark eyes
    and never believe me
    never even hear me
    no matter what i say

    how can i let her know
    that brown is the only colour
    i ever want to see?

    so beautiful she is
    to me

  31. Amy Gunn

    "Pink"

    Round and rosy cherub cheeks
    On babies’ rosebud smiles,
    Streaks of sunset smear the sky
    With salmon clouds for miles.

    Grapefruit, mauve and bubble gum
    Surround me everywhere,
    So what else would I have chosen
    When I went to die my hair?

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