2015 April PAD Challenge: Day 6

Our first Monday of the challenge, and we’re not going to let it defeat us, right? Right? C’mon now, let’s get this week started off poetic!

For today’s prompt, write a things-not-as-they-appear poem. Poetry is filled with metaphors, similes, symbols, and layered meanings, so this should be a softball prompt. If you’re struggling, look at your current surroundings, pick an object, and turn it into a metaphor for something. Or think of somebody in the real world (mail person, gas station attendant, etc.) and make up a secret double life for them. C’mon, you can do this.

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French Poetic Forms

French Poetic Forms

Learn to Be French–in a Poetic Sense.

In the 48-minute tutorial, French Poetic Forms: Refrains, Rhymes, and Refrains, Robert Lee Brewer covers more than 10 poetic forms, including the rules for writing them, strategies for handling, and much more.

Whether you want to explore sestinas or villanelles, this is the tutorial for you.

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Here’s my attempt at a Things-Not-As-They-Appear Poem:

“paradisaeidae”

the car was a playground swing
& kissing was a thing we thought about
long before we opened our mouths

we emerged like teenagers after dark
& wandered without purpose in the park
or maybe that’s how we wanted to seem

we had no plans but we had a drive
& we had swings & metal slides
to help us get somewhere those nights

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Today’s guest judge is…

Molly Peacock

Molly Peacock

Molly Peacock

Widely anthologized, Molly Peacock is included in The Oxford Book of American Poetry, as well as leading literary journals, such as Poetry (USA), Malahat Review (Canada), and The Times Literary Supplement (UK). She is the author of six volumes of poetry, including The Second Blush and Cornucopia: New & Selected Poems, both published by W.W. Norton and Company (USA and UK) / McClelland and Stewart (Canada).

Her latest book of nonfiction is The Paper Garden: An Artist Begins Her Life’s Work at 72 (McClelland & Stewart Canada and Bloomsbury USA & UK). She serves as Series Editor of The Best Canadian Poetry in English.

Learn more at MollyPeacock.org.

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Poem Your Heart Out, Volume 2

Poem Your Heart Out, Volume 2

Poem Your Heart Out again!

The prompts from last year’s challenge along with the winning poem from each day ended up in an inspired little anthology titled Poem Your Heart Out. It was part prompt book, part poetry anthology, and part workbook, because each day includes a few pages for you to make your own contributions.

Anyway, the anthology worked out so well that we’re doing it again this year, and you can take advantage of a 20% discount from Words Dance by pre-ordering before May 1, 2015.

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Robert Lee Brewer is Senior Content Editor of the Writer’s Digest Writing Community and author of Solving the World’s Problems.

Follow him on Twitter @robertleebrewer.

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863 thoughts on “2015 April PAD Challenge: Day 6

  1. ameyer15

    Marilyn
    By Amber D. Meyer

    She smiled so sweetly at the crowd
    Cameras flashed. The city grew loud.
    Everyone loved her, a generation’s darling.
    We ignored the signs when she tried to give warning.
    All were shocked when the headlines read —
    Young actress found dead alone in her bed.

  2. Jean Kay

    I thought I had posted this on Easter Monday morning, but I had grandchildren here – so it must have got overlooked. They are definitely a priority when they visit.

    UNSEEN

    “The trouble is,” my massage therapist said,
    “you look so good and you hide your pain.”
    I knew that was a major reason
    I was being sent back to work again.

    If you break your arm, it’s visible
    and everyone understands.
    Fibromyalgia is a hidden pain
    which makes debilitating demands.

    It’s a mind-boggling head game
    to have to prove you need more time
    when inside you’re trying to feel better
    and battle the uphill climb.

    I could be seen walking down a street,
    no one saw me crawling upstairs.
    I couldn’t bear to have my feet rubbed
    by someone who loves me and cares.

    I don’t dwell on negativity
    so I’d smile and remain upbeat,
    hiding the fact that my body ached
    from my head down to my feet.

    I learned to cope and override
    symptoms known only to me,
    but in secret I still hope and pray
    one day I will be pain free.

    Jean Kay

  3. Sarah Metzler

    Baby Presidents

    Ever since she noticed the hair
    Skirting off her professor’s particularly boyish head
    Like a hula skirt might shrink in relief
    Below the weight of Buddha’s laughing belly
    She began seeing all her heroes as kids
    With hair disease
    And therefore
    Plausible pals

    Barriers cracked and crumbled

    In DC, Lincoln thundered down the steps of his megalithic plinth
    To give her head a good noogie
    On a bus to Montgomery, Parks patted her lap and balled up her fist
    A challenge to a game of punch-buggy
    And Rumi pulled his crossed legs all the way from Konya
    To her party for tea

    Maybe she could hopscotch with
    Hitler to cool his meltdown
    Or play jacks with the queen
    For her crown

    She knew all of this was Fun playing with Games

    But
    Even Godzilla
    (Big as he was)
    Clapped his hands like a baby
    While he trampled the trains
    And shot flames at the ape
    With the lady

    _Sarah Metzler

  4. Alemonlot

    Dress to Kill

    Even though we are witnessed
    saying the same thing

    at the same time, before I handle you,
    delicate boy, let’s re-inact

    a scene from any pageant of horrors.
    Pick any from your milieu

    that gets you in the guts.
    But I ask to be the pretty lady

    in a dress that kills
    holding up the looking glass.

    I will be the mournful way we die–
    a doctor’s razor to the throat.

    My dead face, yours–
    the color of beeswax, calm,

    the perforations of film
    rolling over our gargantuan eyes.

    Now that I have your attention,
    (which is never hard to get):

    you’re not only guilty of forcing reflection,
    now I feel the need to give it back.

  5. JillyB

    Things are not always what they seem

    A smile belies the pain of heartbreak
    A mask disguises the face of bigotry
    A candle perfumes the odor of discontent
    A scarf veils the scars of abuse
    A crowd encircles the galaxy of loneliness

  6. AmyA

    An Illusion

    How can the folds in the sheets
    So perfectly form a face,
    Your face,
    Gazing back at me
    Ready to speak my name?
    I move towards your visage
    And you vanish,
    A sheet, once more,
    Just out of my reach.

    Amy Appleton

  7. Michelle Hed

    A Better Place

    If we walk
    not with wings
    but perhaps with heart,

    (strong and steady)

    if we give
    like the words
    in an open book,

    (openly and freely)

    if we care
    for the earth
    like ourselves,

    (clean and well fed)

    if we talk
    not as the mockingbird
    but as the nightingale,

    (sweetly)

    if we live
    like the notes
    in a song,

    (up and down, soft and strong)

    if we share
    opinions
    like water…

    (sparingly)

    We
    might create
    a new story.

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