2014 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 2

All right! One day down, bring on day two.

For today’s prompt, write a together again poem. It’s one thing to split up; it’s something else to come back together again. Sometimes getting back together is a good thing; sometimes it’s a bad thing; and sometimes it’s just awkward.


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Here’s my attempt at a Together Again poem:

“Together Again”

He settles in with his Game Boy
to play Tetris. Four squares to form
a straight line, a squiggle, and square.

When he’s away, the music runs
through his head: da-da-da-da-da-

da-da-da-da-da-da, da-da-

daa-daa-daa-daa-daa-daa-daa, daa-daa-
daa-daa-da-da-da-da…and yeah,
you either know it, or you don’t.


roberttwitterimageRobert Lee Brewer is Senior Content Editor of the Writer’s Digest Writing Community and author of the poetry collection, Solving the World’s Problems (Press 53). He edits Poet’s Market, Writer’s Market, and Guide to Self-Publishing, in addition to writing a free weekly WritersMarket.com newsletter and poetry column for Writer’s Digest magazine.

This is his seventh year of hosting and participating in the November PAD (Poem-A-Day) Chapbook Challenge. He can’t wait to see what everyone creates this month–not only on a day-by-day basis, but when the chapbooks start arriving in December and January. Fun, fun, fun.

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364 thoughts on “2014 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 2

  1. Mark Danowsky

    No matter how they toss the dice
    after The Turtle’s “So Happy Together”

    Between the refrains
    it seems to get a little dicey

    Song lyrics really do fall
    dead on the page

    I can get this bubbly, dancey number
    going in my head

    but behind the catchy canon
    leg work goes unnoticed

    Before The Internet, I missed the point
    of The Clash’s Rock the Casbah

    convinced the lyrics were
    “She really don’t like it”

    or else there was some lady named “Sharee”
    unimpressed by Joe Strummer

    But when The Turtles talk about tossing dice
    it sounds like the game is fixed

    or if the game is not fixed
    then maybe the point is you fix it together

  2. MsGenuineLady

    When I was not with you,
    I missed you,
    I was lonely
    Left feeling incomplete,
    I realized in that moment
    Your love is the glue I need –
    To keep me together
    Without you I was falling apart
    My place is with you
    Within your arms
    You were made for me
    And I am so happy to be
    Together again

  3. Juanita Lewison-Snyder

    “Nobody, but nobody can make it out here alone.” — Maya Angelou

    family ties
    by juanita lewison-snyder

    though our tongues swell
    from words unspoken,
    our belts holding more in
    than just food ~
    weddings, funerals
    holidays, reunions
    we all set aside our rivalries,
    our age old claims
    and gather anyways
    as a clan is required
    when blood is involved.
    there are scars
    and broken limbs
    on this family tree
    weighing us down, but
    the base still stands
    intact and defiant,
    with good strong bark
    and roots that still anchor
    the oaths between us,
    our young outstretched
    at the tips like buds,
    to flower and bask
    in the sun as
    they should.

    © 2014 by Juanita Lewison-Snyder

  4. taylor graham


    He taught you, the horned lark breeds
    above treeline, but you might find it at home
    here in the lowlands, between the runways
    or on the links. He taught you, planes
    disappear over ocean, or above the clouds.
    But if you wait long enough, there’s
    home-coming of a different sort. His legacy
    is an empty chair facing the window-
    view of bare branches. Months ago,
    their fragrance of lilac escaped into thin
    spring air. But if you’re patient,
    he taught you, it blossoms every year.

  5. Kasey

    Missing: One Argyle Trouser Sock

    Though both of you went in there,
    At the sound of the buzzer
    Only one of you came out.
    Am I to just accept this?

    I will search both high and low
    ‘Cause I know without a doubt
    Socks don’t up and disappear.
    There is something that’s amiss.

    I’ll brave the dryer’s black hole,
    With one foot completely bare.
    You’ll be together again;
    To give up would be remiss.

    You went in a matching pair.
    And that’s how you will come out.

  6. Penny Henderson

    Together again

    Me and myself had split for a while,
    and I was nowhere to be found.
    we traveled the road world o separate roads,
    sailed til we ran aground.
    One was stranded, one cut adrift.
    The third had found her way.
    We met up again in this Yukon bar
    and here we plan to stay.

  7. Michelle Hed

    Picking Up the Pieces

    I was walking on a moon lit night
    when I hit my head against a branch,
    knocking my head down the hill.

    I ran to catch my rolling head
    but I couldn’t see
    so I took a spill.

    My arm fell off and
    a foot was trapped
    as I laid there, very still.

    I felt around and found my arm
    and then I found that foot
    but my rolling head made me feel ill.

    I put myself together
    as best as I could in the dark
    and then I heard a trill…

    my head was whistling
    to lead me to where
    my head now laid still.

    I finally found my head
    and put it where it belonged
    and headed for the bar and grill.

    I thought after that adventure
    I deserved a little snack
    but the neighbors are still wary
    and looked like they might attack.

    So I lumbered off
    back to my bride
    and she was a little bit mad.
    She worried I might lose my head
    and was feeling a little bit sad.

  8. JanetRuth

    In the Relinquishing I Know…

    I let you go,
    leaf by leaf,
    as late-day
    bluer blue
    across the green
    that turned to gold
    …a halo on
    earth’s avenue
    and though I know
    love must let go
    I could not bear
    its brute-air pain
    Save for the bliss
    of Parting’s kiss
    of scalding tears
    on autumn rain
    where history
    has proved itself
    I know
    we will be
    together again

  9. bookworm

    Alex and Annie

    Two drops of water danced in the sky,
    bumping and twirling, pushing apart
    then drawing close once again.
    “Alex – this is fun!” cried Annie
    as she rushed to bump him.

    When they collided this time
    they became stuck, each one half
    of a larger drop of water.

    “Annie – we’re sinking!”

    They fell for quite a while,
    but then landed so hard
    that they broke apart.

    Alex watched helplessly as Annie rolled
    toward a large crowd of other drops.
    She was swept quickly away
    but he began to sink, unable to move
    as he became imprisoned in the dirt.

    Annie was scared as she flowed
    by rocks, grass, and trees.
    She watched as other drops were
    plucked from the collective by tongues and beaks.

    Finally she slowed to a gentle bob.
    She looked up at the sun and wondered
    how the day had started so well, and now
    she was lost and alone.

    As she stared at the sun she felt herself become lighter.
    She began to float up, away from all the fear
    and the heaviness.
    The joy that had been hers just this morning
    was returning.
    When she stopped rising she looked around.

    “Annie!” It was Alex, right beside her again,
    and they began to dance joyfully.

  10. TeriBeth

    Together Again

    A new chapter has begun,
    with the turning of the page.
    The evolution of a relationship,
    same characters, fresh stage.

    Tweak of destiny or a happenstance meeting,
    paths cross, leading again to one another.
    Laughter, hugs, and shared memories
    remind them how fickle feelings can be, and time so fleeting.

    Blue eyes, still so very blue,
    pulling her into his world all over again.
    She catches her breath, so hard to breathe.
    What used to feel tired, suddenly, feels new.

    Eyes wide open, they agree to a fresh start.
    Slowly moving forward, step by step.
    Precious lessons learned from time spent apart.
    Many promises broken, yet many promises kept.

    A new way forward beckons to the lovers,
    a tempting new day to begin again
    Shining hopes of something to grow on,
    gaining strength from within.

  11. icandootoo

    Naomi Poe

    I am South
    You are True North
    Mine, at least
    And I cannot stray from you
    Pulled by you
    Into you
    Polarity reversed
    And I slide into you
    And you to me
    The more strongly
    For having left
    At first.

  12. icandootoo

    a rondeau, Naomi Poe

    Humpty lay there, irritated.
    A fine end to a lousy day.
    The horses stomped, would not obey,
    and the king’s men salivated.

    Scratch that – horses defecated,
    and all the men played at croquet
    Humpty lay there, irritated.
    a fine end to a lousy day.

    Shell lay scattered, desecrated
    The king’s men readied for buffet
    “Well, after all we’re underpaid,”
    Lord Tompot elaborated.
    Humpty lay there, irritated.

  13. Karen H. Phillips

    Day Two
    Write a “together again” poem.

    Once Again, We’re in Sync

    Not only physically together,
    crammed in a Camry, but we’re
    together in mind,
    fitting the wedding to the budget,
    not vice versa.

    We sigh, relieved when we arrive
    at the wedding designer’s office,
    she’s not a hard-seller, but an artist
    who longs to see the bride’s dream
    to fruition.

    My daughter tosses her clippings and swatches
    on the desk, along with her thoughts,
    and the designer tailors tables,
    flowers, candles to suit.

    I sign away more money,
    knowing this will squeeze our budget,
    but it’s less costlier than it would have been,
    thanks to “no” and the frugal designer.

    Best of all, the groom acquiesces and the bride,
    smiling at the results, radiates her joy.


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