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2013 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 5

For people new to these challenges, I like to do “Two for Tuesday” prompts on Tuesdays. In that way, I get to pretend like I’m a DJ on a radio station. Here are the two prompts today:

  1. Write a concealed poem. Could be about a concealed weapon, concealing emotions, concealing intentions, etc. Cover it up and write about it.
  2. Write an unconcealed poem. Okay, take everything from the first prompt and uncover it. Reveal everything that’s hidden.

Here’s my attempt at a Concealed and/or Unconcealed Poem:

“Danvers”

What’s the difference in a concealed gun
and concealed box cutter? Sometimes, intent
trumps technology, though Cash said it best,

“Don’t take your guns to town,” not because
they’re evil, but because they’re easy. My
coach used to stress running against traffic,

not because we wouldn’t get hit by cars
during long runs. Rather, he wanted them
(the drivers) to see our faces after,

to suffer through our identities
that would no longer be content, concealed.
Maybe a box cutter or hammer could

work just as well as automatic
guns, but doesn’t one require more effort? Should
death be as easy as moving fingers?

After he killed his teacher and dumped
her body (not even concealed), he caught
a movie. Did he ever see her face?

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Robert Lee Brewer

Robert Lee Brewer

Robert Lee Brewer is Senior Content Editor of the Writer’s Digest Writing Community and completely at a loss when it comes to making the world a safer place. He can see both sides of the argument when it comes to gun control and doesn’t know which side (if any) is correct. In his collection Solving the World’s Problems, he focuses on things within his control, such as love, forgiveness, and faith. It might be cheesy, but that’s how he copes with the crazy. That, and he’s married to the poet Tammy Foster Brewer, who helps him keep track of their five little poets (four boys and one princess). Follow him on Twitter @robertleebrewer.

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299 thoughts on “2013 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 5

  1. deringer1

    Heartbreak

    I promised myself to never let you know.
    You seemed distant,
    though here with me.

    I thought you should make the first move.
    I was afraid–
    afraid of your rejection.

    But then my heart slithered out of my mouth
    and parked itself on my sleeve. I let you see
    those feelings unspoken for so long.

    The hurt is always with me
    but you will never know
    because you didn’t understand then
    and you never could.

  2. bjholmes

    Concealed

    I keep them to myself
    for no one else to know
    my secret thoughts within me
    I fear that they may show.

    For deep within my heart
    protected by a key
    are the whispers and the lies
    that I believe are me.

    Self doubt is always pushing
    to break open the lock
    and spill it’s truths before me
    I can only watch in shock.

    So I guard this secret place
    not wanting anyone to see
    the incompetent failure
    that I believe is me.

    Uncovered

    It took months of reassurance
    by this man I barely knew
    who took my scared and awkward shyness
    and encouraged me to push through.
    Convincing me to trust
    and to believe with all I am
    my heart began to soften
    my lock to unjam.
    Slowly I uncovered
    and revealed the secrets from within
    believing and trusting
    with confidence again.

  3. Yolee

    When Glory Calls

    There have been a few precious times
    when I heard with the ears
    of my heart a rustling sound
    from faraway. I stopped
    what I was doing; somehow
    that sound was alerting me
    of a concealed treasure
    that unlocks with the keys
    in my hand.

    Inspired by Proverbs 25:2

  4. Rosemarie Keenan

    MIST

    Gray autumn morning
    Back of your coat in the fog
    Cold rain on my face

    MISSED

    First train this morning
    My husband boards without me
    Tears hitting pavement

  5. foodpoet

    The Arakesh Scrolls

    Hidden

    Scribe to Brother

    What is hidden in words, lines, deeds.
    We keep truths buried in scrolls of thanks,
    Lies in scrolls of praise.
    It is peaceful in a lull of winds,
    No storms from palace and guards.
    But
    I still miss my steel lady.
    I pause pen over scroll
    And know
    In truth, honor, pride
    This scroll cannot be sent.

  6. DWong

    Daily

    Every day
    I go to work
    smile
    hello
    happy go lucky
    entertainingly crazed

    Every day
    I hear them say
    high
    I am
    on something called life
    enjoyably crazed

    Every night
    I cry to sleep
    torn
    by life
    worries for children
    frozen by future past

    Every night
    I cry in dreams
    ripped
    apart
    memories distant
    promise to murder me

  7. Amanda Oaks

    HOW TO FORGET

    You remember how your name
    felt in my mouth. How it crawled
    into my veins & spun around
    in the tide of my blood.
    You remember the burn,
    the boil, the bite. You remember
    the way my heart saved it
    from drowning, how it lassoed it
    into itself. You remember
    how it never really felt honest,
    the way we stood, two I’s,
    two towers of a bridge,
    suspension cables pulled tightly—
    how the deck between us
    was never compromised
    by the weight of what we thought
    we felt or by the tokens you paid
    to cross into me. We were two I’s,
    two towers of a bridge,
    that never could bend long enough
    to form the “e” in we— but I,
    I remember the war, when it
    started on TV, the pulled shades,
    the green glow, Sunday afternoon,
    how it was 6,830 miles away
    but our empathy knew no bounds,
    how all we could do is make love
    on the floor, flaming—
    to forget.

    Amanda Oaks

  8. Earl Parsons

    Inspired by Poetic Bloomings challenge of a Mirror Sestet:

    Inside We Hide

    Inside we hide what we denied
    Denied for shame we hide inside
    They lie concealed more every day
    Day-by-day more hidden as they
    Grow shamefully and cause us woe
    Woe to us if we let it grow

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