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2013 April PAD Challenge: Day 28

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For today’s prompt, write a shadorma. For those new to the shadorma, it’s a fun little 6-line poem that follows this syllable count: 3/5/3/3/7/5.

Here’s my attempt at a shadorma:

“mornings after”

maybe she
won’t need him again
maybe she
knows that he
is just a phantom haunting
her empty spaces

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300 thoughts on “2013 April PAD Challenge: Day 28

  1. Marian O'Brien Paul

    Sea Stacks (each stanza is a shadorma)

    ocean waves
    salty green spindrift
    ceaselessly
    slams the cliffs
    carving western Irish coast
    sculpting stacks

    cut off chunks
    lush green tops severed
    from mainland –
    rock towers
    sea still swirling round bases
    incessant assault

  2. Marian O'Brien Paul

    Sea Stacks (each verse is a shadorma)

    ocean waves
    salty green spindrift
    ceaselessly
    slams the cliffs
    carving western Irish coast
    sculpting stacks

    cut off chunks
    lush green tops severed
    from mainland –
    rock towers
    sea still swirling round bases
    incessant assault

        1. PressOn

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  3. Deri

    I decided to write a sequence of three that follows a fictional story, loosely based on what I experienced working as an EMT.

    Ruth and Eugene

    Fifty years
    ago he
    took a chance on her
    saying yes.
    Now in the fading twilight —
    her face, breathtaking.

    Sunday Afternoon

    Driving through
    the back country roads
    he took a
    curve too fast.
    By the time help had arrived
    They’d said their goodbyes.

    The Funeral

    The saying
    is that no one should
    bury their
    children, as
    if the opposite will break
    the heart any less.

      1. Deri

        Thanks! I have done some other poems, and a few stories. I have been toying with doing more and putting them together in a book or something. It’s cathartic in a way.

  4. carolecole66

    the chainsaw
    screamed and I screamed, sure
    I would take
    my leg off.
    I powered it through downed limbs,
    glad they were not mine.

    Johnny Weir
    says gelatin is
    the soul of
    Satan. That
    quivering mass is divine
    at the nursing home.

  5. julie e.

    And three related Shadormas

    waiting for
    my lilac to bloom
    it bloomed once
    as I cried
    not knowing how to lose you,
    maybe its sole bloom.

    +++++

    Not to be
    or should I be a
    hoarder of
    memories
    to sift through and call to mind
    when I miss you hard

    +++++

    look at our
    sweetest of faces
    playful smiles
    twinkling eyes
    when we were small believing
    life could never hurt

  6. BDP

    “Dandelions”

    Spring’s art frills
    smoothed by this multi
    armed squatter
    pushing up
    through stingy, workday cracks
    many kids’ full fists.

    “I cannot bite the day to the core.”—Edward Thomas, English Poet

    No one can.
    We believe nature
    gives its all
    to chomp on,
    but two faced, it makes us think
    we understand it.

    “He Sausages His Guilt”—found in an article

    Stuffs his shame
    into pig gut? How
    many times
    did I read
    that phrase and still not correct
    the word: assuages.

    B Peters

  7. THEGingerSass

    a last week of grad school shadorma
    -kb

    procrastin-
    ate my feelings to-
    day is stress-
    full of fat-
    pants are replaced by my sun-
    dress for fake comfort.

  8. Jane Shlensky

    I was away part of this week for the annual detox/retox ritual with Lib and Mots, my friends for 30+ years. This one is for them. (We call it d/r because the spa cleans us up inside and out with tiny food and cleansing teas; we leave the spa and retox with a bottle of red wine, red meat, and rich food.)

    Still

    Three old friends
    have April Christmas ,
    confessions,
    games, wine, spa,
    massage past reminiscence
    into the now, here.

  9. tonijoell

    I Asked Alice

    White rabbits
    and caterpillars…
    who am I?
    Too small now–
    the wrong side of the mushroom
    gets me ev’ry time.

    ***Sorry, I couldn’t resist another. I’m having too much fun today,

  10. JRSimmang

    “In the night,
    sweep along the east
    banks of the
    River Dang.
    There you will find the man who
    slaughtered your children.”

    I crept ’til
    my fingers felt numb,
    my heart beat
    no longer,
    and when I found him, he was
    dead in his slumber.

  11. RJ Clarken

    Little Bird, Free

    “I’m youth, I’m joy, I’m a little bird that has broken out of the egg.” ~J.M. Barrie

    The story
    goes a bit like this:
    I am free.
    I’ve broken
    out of my shell. I can fly
    on my own.

    ###

  12. RJ Clarken

    Flight

    “The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease for ever to be able to do it.” J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

    I believe
    I can do it all.
    I can soar
    above clouds
    and unlike Icarus, I
    will not fall.

    ###

  13. RJ Clarken

    Wrist Watch

    “We expect the ticking movement of the human timepiece to be revealed.” ~Clive William Aslet

    A ticking
    movement on my wrist
    surely tells
    me what I
    need to know to understand,
    since it gives the time.

    ###

  14. P.A. Beyer

    So much fun, had to write two…

    The Takers

    The tree limb
    Searches for sunlight
    Like a thief
    Searches through
    Underwear drawers and cookie jars –
    Invisible hands

  15. identity

    Birthday gift
    From a granddaughter–
    One she made–
    Brings me joy.
    This is not my month of birth;
    It is her birthday.

    Where to start?
    Paper piles or mop?
    For shame, Sun,
    Distracting
    Me with your shines and sparkles,
    Melting my resolve.

    1. PressOn

      I didn’t know how to comment on this, except for the allusion to slavery, but I keep coming back to it. The beat is in my head, and the escape is in my sight. This sleeper has become a keeper for me.

  16. Jane Shlensky

    Cleansing Sky

    Slow rain taps
    bringing pollen down,
    washing leaf,
    quenching earth.
    Yellow dust rides streams away.
    I watch, breathe deeply .

  17. Jane Shlensky

    (I was writing this for Poetic Bloomings and didn’t have a title when I saw that this PA was shadorma and the title wrote itself. I like when that happens. PB has an ekphrastic prompt today of an eggshell in the grass).

    Two Birds

    Some hearts break
    like eggshells, cheap plates—
    shells fracture
    crack, splinter.
    Mauled hearts can bear pain, learn joy,
    freed for feathers, flight.

  18. Jane Shlensky

    Of Use

    Sometimes when
    we are broken, bruised,
    hearts mauled but
    beating, walls
    crack and fall, and we are freed
    for joy, love, and use.

    Pain has ways
    of stretching our minds,
    backs, hearts, hands,
    of shaping
    us to see what needs our care,
    what heals us to heal.

  19. Margot Suydam

    Poem a day #28 is a response to prompts from NaPoWriMo and Poetic Asides: 1) write a “color” poem and (2) write a shadorma, a 6-line poem that follows this syllable count: 3/5/3/3/7/5.

    Noble heart
    forgive violet
    springing bulbs
    shocking bursts
    left to fend off daffodil
    struts and wild kisses.

    Yellow pales
    near such royal crest
    laughing lords
    that tickle
    the ankles of mere giants
    parsing earthbound dreams.

  20. PoM

    Nevermore
    A Shadorma poem
    I have wrote
    In my life
    This will be my first attempt
    Hope I will succeed
    ******
    Poetry
    See is new to me
    Now I know
    Another
    Form and type of poetry
    Shadorma
    ******
    I love it
    Writing Poetry
    It is fun
    Creative
    Imagery and so much more
    Flows through me
    ******
    Now I wrote
    My first Shadorma
    Not to bad
    This first draft
    It seems to flow so nicely
    I’m so glad
    ******
    Four Stanzas
    I’ve written so far
    This be five
    Just one more
    Be a sextet of stanzas
    This poem
    ******
    Last now be
    This final stanza
    I hope you
    Enjoyed it
    This poetic Shadorma
    It’s my first

  21. Bruce Niedt

    NaPoWriMo’s prompt is to write a “color” poem. So here’s my string of shardomas on color:

    The Color of Azalea

    In my yard
    an azalea bush
    celebrates
    my birthday
    with fireworks of purple
    flowers every year.

    Yet “purple”
    doesn’t do justice
    to its hue –
    amethyst,
    perhaps (that’s my niece’s name)
    or heliotrope.

    Maybe plum
    (no, that’s way too deep),
    lavender,
    violet
    or lilac (those don’t work, they’re
    other flowers’ names).

    Puce or mauve?
    Both are ugly names.
    No artist,
    just a guy,
    I’ll be content with “purple” –
    it suits me just fine.

  22. happys

    ~Beautiful Words~

    Could you please
    How may I help you
    Enunciating beautiful words
    I love you
    I am sorry and I thank you
    Beautiful yet extremely powerful words

    1. PressOn

      It occurred to me that the second line may fail, depending on how one pronounces “real”; hence this change:

      Adelaide
      gets irritated
      when poets
      leave cinquains
      for four extra syllables
      locked in shadormas.

  23. PressOn

    MIND OVER MATTER OVER MIND

    Once, I asked,
    “Father, what is mind?”
    “No matter,”
    he replied.
    “What is matter, then?” I asked.
    “Never mind,” he said.

  24. Raina Masters

    False advertising through dreams

    Under sheets
    and two comforters
    she dreams of
    beaches and
    travels winding roads. She wakes
    to clouds and quiet.

  25. missjoyce

    Sonnet was my favorite prompt, shadorma is my second. Went on a roll there, I have 3 more poems made for this prompt. Thank you for this, really. I enjoyed it very much. :-)

  26. Iain Douglas Kemp

    Mind elsewhere
    To do list lingers
    Write poem first
    Lunch later
    Sausages spit – smoke fills house
    Multi-tasking fail

    ******

    Ekphrastic
    Picture says nothing
    Not to me
    Not a thing
    Need time to mull it over
    Visualisation

    ******

    Mind blown out
    Acid colours reign
    Gun loaded
    Spin barrel
    Place to temple – pull trigger
    Real life – mind blown out

    Iain

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