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2013 April PAD Challenge: Day 28

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Only three days left! Let’s push to the summit.

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 Responses to 2013 April PAD Challenge: Day 28

  1. foodpoet says:

    in the blue
    trance time when the sun
    dips to meet
    the sea i
    stand on the beach watch waves
    that part memories

  2. Glory says:

    Looking in
    the bedroom mirror,
    who is that,
    that person
    with faded eyes, greying hair.
    Is that really me?

  3. stepstep says:

    WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?

    Much slower
    Steps became and stayed.
    Movements were
    Yielded to,
    Turned over to, relented
    To maturity.

    LaSteph

  4. Mechanical

    sounds cold, no
    humor or passion.
    Instead, see
    precision
    as ballet—perfect timing,
    gears in pink tutus.

  5. mlcastejon says:

    Hello!

    Here is my shadorma “Trouble”

    Turbulences
    It’s danger outside
    better run
    better hide
    wait for a better moment
    dream of paradise

  6. bxpoetlover says:

    Grand Central

    A homeless man.
    Are you hungry? Yes
    he said. Passed
    him the bag
    with my last patty. Had
    three in my belly.

  7. shethra77 says:

    New Day Words

    take a dance
    forward to the chance
    dip a toe
    sprout some seeds
    hearts encoding beating needs
    grasp Quixote’s lance

  8. 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

  9. 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

  10. Linda Voit says:

    Happy Me

    Sipping tea
    as she finishes
    class five miles
    not two hundred sixty one
    from where I am now.

  11. DanielAri says:

    “Daughter’s Dollar”

    Fresh-minted
    Roosevelt dollar,
    the gift of
    her uncle.
    used in magic tricks performed
    for rusty grown-ups.

  12. PALM READING

    I used to
    hold your hand when we
    crossed the street.
    It was warm
    and firm, unlike the bony
    fingers I hold now.

  13. Lindy says:

    Katie and Me

    Signs of spring:
    nature’s growing things,
    fresh and clean,
    scents of green,
    the color of life in swing -
    our favorite theme.

  14. Tracy Davidson says:

    No widow’s weeds

    she kisses
    her husband goodbye
    before they
    close the lid
    on a lifetime together –
    divorce papers signed

  15. Tracy Davidson says:

    Goddess

    My Venus
    I watch you emerge
    from your shell
    pearlescent
    beauty, with a face grown men
    weep to look upon.

  16. Tracy Davidson says:

    Bittersweet

    “I love you”
    he murmurs after
    the first time
    we make love
    even though it was her name
    he screamed as he came.

  17. drwasy says:

    Birth Day

    Celebrate!
    Promises of cake
    & candles
    light this morn
    flush with spring rain & lilac;
    a lone tree frog sings.

  18. vincegotera says:

    I wrote 6 shadormas. They were all on the color blue, specifically flowers that are blue (or near blue). … because I merged Maureen Thorson’s prompt with yours today. Actually, I’ve been able to merge both of your prompts pretty consistently, except for a couple-three days.

    http://vincegotera.blogspot.com/2013/04/day-28-napowrimo-poem-day-2013.html

  19. Sleep, be gone!
    Words start their mad march
    Through the night-
    Crass soldiers
    On a mission taking one
    Prisoner of war

  20. Domino says:

    a rock wall
    beside the blue sea
    the gulls call,
    wheel and cry
    whitecaps on the windy sea
    rainbow scattered waves

  21. Ann Graham Price says:

    “in memoriam”

    seventeen.
    that’s how old he’d be
    this summer;
    same age as
    the cat i held in his stead
    to fill empty arms

  22. omavi says:

    Rainy Day

    Today she
    held me close as the
    sky darkened
    and rain fell
    we made love serenaded
    by the voice of rain

  23. Deri says:

    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.

  24. WayneLMurphy says:

    “Shadorma”

    The blackbird
    his crowing, non-stop
    Fly away,
    circling
    and then he perched high above
    The blackbird, once more

    Wayne L Murphy 4/28/13

  25. tunesmiff says:

    CLOUDBURST
    ———————–
    It’s raining,
    And I remember
    Us dancing,
    Joyfully,
    Downhill, laughing, and splashing,
    Alone in a crowd.

  26. carolecole66 says:

    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.

  27. Sara McNulty says:

    Waiting For The Bus

    Waiting at bus stop
    three teen girls
    watching road.
    Rounding corner, squeak of wheels;
    bus passes them by.

    Poetic Asides
    April Challenge – Day 28
    Write a shadorma

  28. julie e. says:

    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

  29. julie e. says:

    A silly shadorma….

    LONG DOGS

    my three dogs
    laying in the sun
    long bodies
    short short legs
    not aware I call them the
    “backyard wiener roast.”

  30. BDP says:

    “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

  31. Yolee says:

    Fire and Ice

    It is hot.
    The glass is sweating.
    My cracked lips
    and dry throat
    have waited too long to sate
    this huge wildfire.

  32. THEGingerSass says:

    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.

  33. mich says:

    couch surfing
    temporary home
    with a friend
    I didn’t
    know until we met just now
    one night stay

  34. Nancy Posey says:

    Just last year
    right about this time,
    we lost hope.
    Then found it.
    Now we go to sleep laughing
    and wake up the same.

  35. Nancy Posey says:

    Shardoma: Watcher

    Sleeping there,
    you have settled in
    for the night.
    I watch you,
    making sure you are breathing,
    my breaths matching yours.

  36. Alpha1 says:

    Brooklyn Not Compton

    Break of dawn
    stretchin and yawnin
    wakin up
    to a noise
    a helicopter flyin
    outside my window

  37. Jane Shlensky says:

    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.

  38. EbenAt says:

    We call it
    Seymour, after the
    Little shop
    of horrors.
    ‘Feed me!’ It cries, ‘Feed Seymour!’
    I go for water.

  39. Julieann says:

    Dinky

    Bulldog chest
    Short stub of a tail
    Powerful
    On a leash
    A walk, game of tug of war
    Protector, loving

  40. tonijoell says:

    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,

  41. tonijoell says:

    Once, With You

    Driving home
    through pools of sunlight
    and shadow
    I recall
    tree lined lanes of yesterday
    when “I love you” stayed.

  42. burrhead says:

    busy

    People ask
    What do you do now
    You retired
    What do you
    Do and I say my mind is
    Dull but my knives sharp

  43. ewdupler says:

    Night Kisses

    In the woods,
    Under the full moon
    And the stars;
    Softly kissed
    By the gentle nighttime breeze
    Of lovely nature.

  44. Marie Elena says:

    SHE

    Just wishing
    To be cracked open -
    Freed from this
    Lonely shell
    Of her own making, but not
    Of her own choosing.

  45. record spins

    and the needle drops

    in the groove

    music moves

    with a static hiss and pop

    transforming my mood

  46. pmwanken says:

    Coming Apart At The Seems
    (a shadorma)

    Perception
    can paint a picture
    that is far
    from the truth.
    Reality is: it’s not
    always as it seems.

    2013-04-28
    P. Wanken

  47. DERELICT

    Tattered gap
    behind the quik-stop,
    hidden by
    blackberry
    vines – an old quilt’s neatly spread.
    Someone calls this home.

  48. Marie Elena says:

    (shadorma)

    We can know
    The full meaning of
    Contentment
    When we hear
    A melodious birdsong
    Flee a darkened cage.

  49. JRSimmang says:

    My dad was
    a man of few words.
    Mom was quite
    opposite.
    She could wrap
    you into the delicate fibers
    of our ancient songs.

  50. Earl Parsons says:

    Imagine

    Imagine
    A world without you
    Emptiness
    Loneliness
    Without you, I am nothing
    You make me complete

  51. JRSimmang says:

    “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.

  52. RJ Clarken says:

    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.

    ###

  53. burrhead says:

    HEAD NOT SCREWED ON STRAIGHT

    What the hell
    Are we doing here
    We should be
    Outside with
    The springtime celebration
    Not indoors scribbling

  54. RJ Clarken says:

    Advice

    “Never eat broccoli when there are cameras around.” ~Michael Stipe

    …and make sure
    to use a mirror
    (the teeth-check
    afterwards)
    because you never know when
    green lingers.

    ###

  55. Angie5804 says:

    A Shadorma on I Cor. 10:13

    Temptation
    Is common to man
    An escape
    A way out
    Is given by God for you
    So you may endure

  56. burrhead says:

    INFLUENCE

    I need more
    Time to feel this way
    Can’t you see
    Your nearness
    Is intoxicating me
    irresistibly

  57. PressOn says:

    HOMAGE

    Admiring
    any poet who
    can master
    shadorma,
    I bow with sincerity,
    never pro forma.

  58. RJ Clarken says:

    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.

    ###

  59. RJ Clarken says:

    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.

    ###

  60. Michelle Hed says:

    Dancing

    Dancing in
    the sheets with you, in
    the kitchen
    steamy hot –
    dancing alone but my thoughts
    are always with you.

  61. Michelle Hed says:

    Welcome

    Soaking in
    the first few rays of
    spring, smiling
    at every
    new burst of life appearing,
    thankful to be here.

  62. Michelle Hed says:

    Beyond Repair (A Shadorma)

    A shell of
    her former self, she
    was lost in
    a field of
    gray, a void, she didn’t know if
    life was possible.

  63. burrhead says:

    SYNCHOPHANTIC

    Armies wait
    Until wars are waged
    Will you stay?
    While I mull
    Mixed signal coded message
    Covert love

  64. tonijoell says:

    The Divorce

    We were young
    when the ice storm came;
    such beauty
    broke our hearts…
    Two rings on a crystal branch
    waiting for sunrise.

  65. P.A. Beyer says:

    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

  66. P.A. Beyer says:

    45th Parallel

    The tree limbs
    Bend to the sunlight
    Just as you
    And I do
    Cept’ I’m in Argentina
    And you’re in Duluth

  67. LCaramanna says:

    sweet dreams

    sweet baby
    sleeps as through bedroom
    windowpanes
    moonbeams shine,
    illuminating stardust
    sprinkled on dreamers

    Lorraine Caramanna

  68. And he says
    Even if he dreads
    He does say
    For she may
    Agree with his words now so he
    Tells his mother so

  69. identity says:

    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.

  70. De Jackson says:

    Shade

    We’ll rest here
    you say, and I know
    that as our
    roots spread loose
    and deep, rock our hearts to sleep,
    these bent limbs will heal.

    .

  71. nessajay says:

    Samba de roda

    with this beat
    ta-tiki-ta-tiki-ta
    Africans rocked
    plantations
    dawn til late night chopped cane
    then danced and escaped

    • PressOn says:

      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.

  72. vsbryant1 says:

    Attempted at a Shadorma Poem

    I love you
    More than you know
    Everything
    You are mine
    Forever that’s what we promised
    Together is us

  73. Nancy Posey says:

    rain

    The rain came
    as we knew it would,
    but we stayed
    on the hill
    sharing tarps and umbrellas
    like loaves and fishes.

  74. Jane Shlensky says:

    Cleansing Sky

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

  75. Sally Jadlow says:

    Tragedy

    The woman
    enters the clinic,
    seeks service
    for problem.
    The abortionist gladly
    complies with her wish.

  76. Jane Shlensky says:

    (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.

  77. Jane Shlensky says:

    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.

  78. dextrousdigits says:

    Sunday sun
    peeks over the dark
    opens arms
    I lay in
    cozy bed look at the day
    stretch, open my arms

  79. Margot Suydam says:

    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.

  80. ValerieO says:

    Surprises
    Without a reason
    Lifts spirits
    Makes you smile
    One part of happiness is
    Knowing how to love

  81. Jezzie says:

    Spring is here!

    Lime green sprouts
    from stark bare branched trees,
    wild cherry
    blossom blows
    with pussy willow catkins
    jingling in the breeze.

  82. An eggshell
    Lying in the grass
    Discarded
    Ancient past
    But yet once so important
    Requesting respect

  83. Genevieve Fitzgerald says:

    stories end
    that’s given right from
    the first page
    lives end too
    but like current under ice
    relationships don’t

  84. missjoyce says:

    Patience

    “Is this right?”
    I raised my paper.
    It was wrong.
    “How about
    let’s read together this time?”
    she said with a smile.

  85. PoM says:

    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

  86. PressOn says:

    A REPLY TO GERSHWIN

    Summertime.
    Nothing is easy:
    sweat can fly;
    pesky flies,
    and heat that makes you queasy.
    Give me wintertime.

  87. Bruce Niedt says:

    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.

  88. Almost Happy

    This morning
    in autumn sunshine
    with old friends
    I almost
    forgot you would not be there
    to come back home to.

  89. happys says:

    ~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

  90. PressOn says:

    CRAPSEY COMPLAINS

    Adelaide
    gets really pissed off
    when poets
    leave cinquains
    for four extra syllables
    locked in shadormas.

  91. Primrose path
    opens before me,
    beckoning.
    Walk awhile,
    stopping to smell the roses -
    reflective moments.

  92. PressOn says:

    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.

  93. Rachel Blake says:

    look out there
    the wind is blowing
    seeds sowing
    dispersing
    away with woes, mournful head
    blows in joy, no dread

  94. priyajane says:

    GRAVEYARDS
    Graveyards have
    Silent speaking stones
    Young and old
    Amidst green
    Whispering to moon cycles
    That we are all one

  95. Raina Masters says:

    False advertising through dreams

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

  96. Rachel Blake says:

    You fly by
    No time for stopping
    Off you go
    Do not care
    I will still be waiting here
    To adventures share

  97. Ber says:

    Follow them

    Foot steps
    deep pounds felt down
    open up
    folding eyes around
    silence of the nothing inside
    close minds hide

  98. PowerUnit says:

    Baloney!

    Balogna
    Why add the sugar?
    Ruins the taste
    Ruins your health
    And then they add MSG
    Now you cannot think

  99. SEDUCED BY SHADORMA

    Seductive
    And so enticing
    She crouches

    Captivates
    In twenty-six syllables
    Exposing her form

  100. missjoyce says:

    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. :-)

  101. Larry says:

    When were loved
    I mean truly loved
    We will know
    Gods embrace
    For the kiss that comes with it
    Will last forever.

  102. Jezzie says:

    I wish I
    had not opened that
    bottle of
    wine last night.
    Because I have now got a
    morning after head!

  103. missjoyce says:

    Please

    If in case
    he comes back for me,
    please tell him
    I waited
    until time and fate themselves
    took my breath away.

  104. Jezzie says:

    I am not
    much good at this type
    of poem.
    I like a
    lengthy saga with a start,
    middle and ending!

  105. missjoyce says:

    A Promise

    “Tomorrow,”
    that’s what he told me.
    “Tomorrow,
    I promise,
    we’ll run away together!”
    He never came back.

  106. missjoyce says:

    My Fault

    If only
    I had done something,
    then maybe
    we’d both be
    living our lives like dreamers
    and not fast asleep.

  107. 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

  108. Dear Moosehead,
    Oh yeah! Comeback win!
    Series won!
    Go for sweep!
    Pick me up at twelve. Yours fast,
    Ringo the Howler

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