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2012 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 15

Half-way through the month, and today’s prompt comes from Jared Davidavich.

Here’s Jared’s prompt: Write a tradeoff poem. Could be an exchange, forfeit, or swap.

Robert’s attempt at a Tradeoff Poem:

“From the trees”

I’ll give you this poem for applause
or withhold it for even more. This line
is for the next one, this day for smiling
at the world I love. No trade is perfect,
but I’ll give you this hand for your hand,
and we can dash into the forest forever.

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99 thoughts on “2012 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 15

  1. heiditoad

    For my mommy…

    I’d remember for you,
    I’d give you my mind
    So you didn’t have to struggle through another sentence
    So you didn’t have to forget who you are and forget me too
    I’d remember for you.
    I’d give you my mind
    If it erased the fear from your eyes and the anger from your voice
    So you wouldn’t stand a nameless face in the mirror
    I’d remember for you.
    I’d give you my mind
    So that you didn’t have to feel yourself slip away
    Wondering what’s wrong, not knowing, but knowing that your gone.
    I’d remember for you.
    I’d give you my mind
    For another game of cards, for another conversation you’d understand
    so you could actually enjoy what’s left of your time,
    I’d give you my mind.
    I’d remember for you so that you’d remember me too.

  2. Benjamin Thomas

    Erratic Dance

    As our eyes anxiously wrapped themselves
    tightly about one another

    mutually parading trading

    manifest secrets so effortlessly

    across visible spectrum

    our hearts enthusiastically

    stood erect

    and danced erratically

    throughout the night

  3. Benjamin Thomas

    Feverish Exchange

    I’ll trade you…
    My heart for yours.

    And we’ll see who has

    the greater love. May our

    affections wildly compete

    against each other

    as in the first day of battle.

    Surrender our shields.

    Drop our armor

    and indulge ourselves

    rightly, moment by moment;

    or rather minute by minute

    in this feverish exchange.

  4. PSC in CT

    Fair Trade

    Insulted she was – until
    it hit her: an honest mistake,
    after all: a volunteer, picking up
    trash on the side of the road
    is all too easily taken
    for a lost & homeless soul
    seeking aluminum assistance;

    honestly, she was dressed rather
    shabby – scruffy, even – and
    (having seen some homeless folks
    sporting seedy furs & three piece suits)
    she couldn’t help but wonder:
    what would proper attire entail –
    if one were aiming to avoid
    a case of mistaken identity?

    so she tendered a nod and a smile
    (after all, why not accept a gift
    in the manner in which it’s intended?)
    to the guy in the pickup truck
    who tossed two empty
    Red Bull cans into the street
    at her feet

  5. Michelle Hed

    Fair Trade

    I’ll give you my time…
    when you need me.
    I’ll help you out …
    when you need me.

    I’ll give away our castoffs…
    when you need me.
    I’ll give a little extra…
    when you need me.

    I’ll donate supplies…
    when you need me.
    I’ll drive you where you need to go…
    when you need me.

    Even if we’ve never met,
    I’ll do these things and more –
    Just for the feeling I get inside…
    when you need me.

  6. Eleanore D. Trupkiewicz

    Swap for Eternity

    If I could trade anything at all
    in this world for something
    better, it would be this world
    for a better one. Exchange the
    brokenness, the breakdowns,
    the insecurity and heartbreak
    for something bigger than
    anything I could ever imagine.
    What am I offered for my
    time here? Only the chance to
    find myself healed at the hands
    of the One who knows me
    better than anyone ever will.

    A bruised reed he will not break,
    and a smoldering wick he will not snuff out. (Isaiah 42:3)

  7. foodpoet

    Trade Off

    Another call in the night,
    And I was thinking and almost said,
    I wish just once you would call
    and not be asking for money.

    I was thinking and almost said
    Don’t call and now I wish I could trade thoughts
    You weren’t asking for money
    And I wish you were

    Now I wish I could trade thoughts
    And void the news of more cancer
    I wish you were
    Healthy and free of pressures

    Void the news of more cancer
    I wish you will call
    Healthy and free of pressures
    Not another call in the night

  8. Nancy Posey

    Heart

    Like Midas, I was foolish to trade
    my living heart for one of stone,
    tempted by alchemists’ tricks.

    Not even purest gold fills as well
    that space housing my soul,
    as my poor, lost, feeble heart

    Now I miss its fragile warmth, nestled
    like a frightened bird beneath my ribs,
    quaking, but so warm, so alive.

  9. Rorybore

    I skipped over the “obey” part…because, really?

    Reality Vows

    My Beloved
    On this day, I take you
    to have and to hold;
    forever – and you alone.
    If I alone might have control of the remote
    so that I may watch All The Sports.

    Dearest Love,
    I will give thee the one remote,
    if thou whilst promise
    to rub my feet while thou watchest The Game.
    Except on Fridays
    when thou must watch a rom-com I choose.

    My Dearest,
    I will rub thy feet,
    and watch Tom and Meg – again;
    if thou whilst make me Nachos Supreme
    and rub my belly when I eat too much.

    Seriously, Love?
    Yes, My Sweet.

    Will there be cuddling?
    Yes – if there will be cold beer.

    I swear it will be so.
    ‘Tis good then. Done?

    Babies?
    Of course, but when?
    mmmm…..someday. Soon.
    But just one, right?
    I was thinking three……
    How about 2?
    one of each! that would be nice.

    mkay.
    Whilst thou change some diapers?
    I can do that.
    And some night feedings?
    I can do that too —
    — he’ll watch the game with me.

    But what if it’s a girl?
    Then she’ll learn to love hockey.
    *chuckle* you’d better teach her to dance one day.
    *smiling* She’ll stand on my feet.

    And early mornings at the ice rink…
    …..that will be rough.
    Aye – some days will be tough.
    But also – wonderful.

    And we’ll be happy?
    Ever After, My Love.
    Always beloved

    All right then….
    ….spit and shake.

  10. De Jackson

    Meanwhile, on some distant marble,

    We barter moons.
    You pilfer glow and I pocket useless reflective rocks, cast them loose to
    puncture some new holes clean through this tired sky. This breeze and I,
    we’re weary of spinning things with molten, lying cores, tilt and twist of tongue.
    Everyone murmurs gravity hurts but no one’s told us why and I am no longer
    certain they are coming back for us at all. You play pool with the planets to
    pass the time and twiddle idle thumbs; I dream of hitchhiking, and ache
    to swap these sighs for stardust.

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    1. De Jackson

      Ooops. Missed my italics. Apologies for repost:

      Meanwhile, on some distant marble,

      We barter moons.
      You pilfer glow and I pocket useless reflective rocks, cast them loose to
      puncture some new holes clean through this tired sky. This breeze and I,
      we’re weary of spinning things with molten, lying cores, tilt and twist of tongue.
      Everyone murmurs gravity hurts but no one’s told us why and I am no longer
      certain they are coming back for us at all. You play pool with the planets to
      pass the time and twiddle idle thumbs; I dream of hitchhiking, and ache
      to swap these sighs for stardust.

      .

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