2015 April PAD Challenge: Day 24

If you were to use one word to describe your April this year, what would it be? For me, I’d probably select whirlwind. I always come into the month expecting it to last forever, but it rushes by faster than I can imagine–and I’ve been through a few now. Anyway, play along or not–thought it might be fun to see how everyone’s April is unraveling.

For today’s prompt, write a moment poem. The moment can be a big moment or small moment; it can be a good moment or horrible moment; it can affect thousands or matter to just one person. Some moments happen in crowded rooms; some happen in the most quiet of spaces. Find yours and write a poem.

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Here’s my attempt at a Moment Poem:

“good night, sleep tight”

these whispers in the evening
caught beneath cotton sheets
with something to say & a need

to connect as the crickets chirped
symphonies to fireflies
evaporating into the stars

our dreams & who we loved
what we wanted & who
riled us up the most we

never once worried it would end
or that when it did
we would one day miss it

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Matt Rasmussen

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Matt Rasmussen

Matt Rasmussen’s poetry has been published in Gulf Coast, Cimarron Review, H_NGM_N, Water~Stone Review, New York Quarterly, Paper Darts, and at Poets.org.

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His first book of poems, Black Aperture, was a finalist for the National Book Award, won the 2012 Walt Whitman Award, and was published in 2013 by LSU Press.

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982 thoughts on “2015 April PAD Challenge: Day 24

  1. gloryia

    Forgotten Memories –

    He is an old man now, no longer tall,
    Shoulders hang, stoop low, as does his head.
    Hair is sparse, hardly covers his scalp,
    Teeth are worn, loose, and faintly yellow.
    Legs once firm and straight, now bowed and shaky.
    Eyes once deepest blue no longer shine.
    Often I ask myself, who is this man?
    I search his face for some sign, some sign.
    Where is the man I knew, when I was young,
    Where is the lover, the husband, the friend?

    He raises his head, his smile is one that shines,
    As does his face at the sound of my voice.
    He shows great eagerness to take my hand,
    To grasp, to press, to hold tight, a childlike
    Grip, with such innocence it breaks my heart.
    His eyes, not blue, not grey, but in-between,
    Like a misty cloud on a summer’s day,
    Seek mine, all bewilderment locked within.
    Tears spark, as we embrace, no memories
    To share now he is an old man – only love.

  2. hannahmarie

    “that girl”

    we rode
    the same
    crowded train
    the day
    I became
    that right hand
    above your
    head to
    steady
    your stance
    wide and sure
    of yourself
    and surely
    dark as were
    your eyes
    cemented to
    my own so
    unaccustomed
    to such
    bold attention
    and unaware
    of its
    delicious danger

  3. lawrencek

    B.A.

    Always
    ample beer,
    Bursar collections,
    college diplomas,
    dormitory explorations
    elicit fabulous
    fraction grappling.
    Grading heaven,
    hell increases
    information jousting
    joints, knowledge,
    keggers leaking
    LIKES, multiple-choice
    mongering, nebulous
    negotiations opening
    opportunities. Plagiarizing
    pupils quiver
    quietly reinventing
    research. Self-involved
    social teases
    tattle upperclassmen,
    uninitiated, vile
    viceroys. Writers
    wryly expel
    Excelsior! yelps.
    Yesterday’s Gen Z’s
    zone-out.

  4. lawrencek

    Coffee Break

    Amaretto
    biscuits
    crumble.
    Dipping, dark deep
    espresso
    fountains
    gurgle.
    Honey
    immersed
    jars
    keep
    lovers’
    memories
    near.
    Overtures
    play
    quiet
    rendezvous.
    Summer
    tans
    undress,
    votives
    wink
    ‘xcited
    yearnings
    zealously!

  5. lawrencek

    Boyfriend

    And
    bed
    calls
    dueling,
    ethereal
    figures.
    Gargantuan
    hearts
    import
    jewels.
    Kind
    lovers
    memorize
    nuances
    over
    patterned
    quilt.
    Rainbow
    souls
    trampoline,
    Unicycles
    voyage
    woman’s
    expansive
    yacht,
    zooming.

  6. lawrencek

    Paradise.

    Anxiously
    bracing
    cheeks,
    dimpled.
    Enveloped
    folds
    gingerly
    harness
    intimate
    jodhpurs.
    Kiwi
    lips
    manifest
    nuanced
    origami.
    Pink
    quills
    reveal
    sandwiches
    toasted
    under
    velvet.
    Windows
    ‘xhale.
    Yonder
    Zion.

  7. lawrencek

    CONFESSIONS

    Absolution
    before
    consummation
    dishes
    Ecclesiastical
    fodder.
    God
    humors
    ingrates,
    judges
    know-it-alls.
    Lustful
    manipulations
    negate
    offertories.
    Purgatory
    quotas
    reach
    sinful
    towers
    until
    vespers
    wail,
    experiencing
    Yahweh’s
    zoo.

  8. lawrencek

    BATH

    After
    bathing,
    carefully
    dusting
    every
    feminine
    gear
    honing
    imagination.
    Joyously,
    Kathleen
    leans,
    meeting
    naked
    opportunities.
    Posing
    queenlike,
    rhyming
    song
    to
    unsung
    visions,
    wonderfully
    X-rayed
    yearning
    zooms.

  9. lawrencek

    BREAKFAST

    Almost
    before
    coffee
    dawns,
    excited
    fools
    gush
    heartfelt
    intentions.
    Just
    know,
    love
    means
    never
    operating
    possessively,
    quixotically,
    regarding
    sweethearts.
    Take
    umbrage —
    valentines
    wielding
    xylophones
    yield
    zealots.

  10. Xairos

    Moment at the End of Naive

    We were standing, saying goodnight
    in the doorway of the freshman dorm,
    me leaning into him, his arms wrapped around me.
    Rumor had it
    he was the town bad boy, kicked into the service,
    and now he was back.
    And he’d chosen me, to visit, to sing to,
    to drive around in his little TR-3 with the top down,
    to hold in his arms.
    In that moment
    he murmured into my ear,
    “I want you…”
    I waited, expecting more.
    “What do you think?” he asked.
    “Want me to what?”

    ~ Margaret Lee Ferry

  11. mmarie

    Pivotal
    by M. Marie

    A word of advice:

    in that pivotal moment,
    caught between
    two options –
    both equally compelling,
    and equally terrifying,
    don’t let your choice
    be dictated or
    directed
    by the desires of
    others.

    This is your life.

    Your friends
    and family
    may have the
    best of intentions,
    but YOU are
    the one
    who must
    live with
    this choice,
    so make sure it
    reflects
    the real you
    and not
    the persona
    you shield your
    vulnerabilities
    behind.

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