2015 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 18

Sorry for the late start today. It’s been busy already.

For today’s prompt, write an idea poem. Do all poems begin with an idea? I don’t know. Some of mine begin with an image or a sound, and the meaning emerges later (if at all). For this prompt though, have an idea, an epiphany, a giant light bulb hovering over your head.

Let the ideas flow.


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Here’s my attempt at an Idea poem:

“Jesse’s Girl”

“I’ve got it,” sputtered Marcus at lunch in the cafeteria
to himself as much as anyone. “Got what,” asked Barbara.
“He’s got soft rolls,” joked Eddie. “No, no, no,” started
Marcus, “I have an idea.” Walt rolled his eyes, “Not another

one of those.” But Marcus ignored him, “I still think we
should get out to the Carter house again.” “Marcus!”
“Buutttt, I understand everyone’s hesitation about going
back there,” continued Marcus. “Sooo, I have another

plan.” He paused for dramatic effect until Eddie said,
“What the heck is it?” Marcus smiled, “We’ll go talk
to Clara Moss.” Walt looked relieved; Barbara rolled
her eyes; and Eddie said, “Why would we talk to her?”

Barbara blurted, “I know why,” but Marcus waved her off,
“Think about it. She’s spent the most time with Jesse.”


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 and Writer’s Market, in addition to writing a free weekly WritersMarket.com newsletter and a poetry column for Writer’s Digest magazine.

This is his eighth 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.

Follow him on Twitter @robertleebrewer.


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105 thoughts on “2015 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 18

  1. tobysgirl

    Bad Idea

    I must’ve thought it,
    while I was hurtling through the air at 60 mph,
    “Wow, that was a great idea”
    – meaning getting on a motorcycle after a drinking party at an old camp.

    Yeah, that was great.

  2. PSC in CT


    She’d planned to publish
    her pent up memories,
    capture and corral
    her wayward thoughts,
    before they were forever lost.
    She could picture herself
    (in her mind’s eye)
    putting pen to paper,
    inscribing her ideas,
    but these serpentine
    ponderings left her
    without the
    slightest ink-
    ling of how
    or where
    to begin.

  3. Alaina Dawson

    -Notions in the Waiting Room-

    i know we both use to think like analog clocks
    one track mind from point A to point B
    mapping all possible traffic jams along the way
    our life slowly passing, like sand in the hour glass
    but you started reading Time magazine
    and got these crazy ideas that life was made for the living
    so your brain told you to run, run far away
    so your brain said to leave me
    so your brain said to go

    so you did

  4. pipersfancy

    I dream each afternoon, drift hazily under weight
    of worsted wool, my crested blue tunic and tights
    holding heat close to my body as understanding
    of Pythagorean theorem, attempting emergence
    in wooden form, slides clumsily out from point of
    yellow HB pencil onto eraser-worn-thin paper. It
    strikes me (with sharp corners) that there can be
    no wiggle room here to conquer and divide mind-
    numbing conformity— the thoughts have all been
    thought before by others brighter than my young
    self, and long dead.
    —Christina Perry

  5. browdd22

    It Could Happen To You

    Blank page
    Dank, dark caverns
    Stalactites in the nerve center
    Equilibrium off
    Focus out
    Ideas lost
    Thinking processing
    Brain on vacation
    Creativity is stale
    Not writer’s block
    But the writer’s BLOCKED
    Pull a miracle of Eureka out of nothing
    And I’m proud
    My epiphany is my effort brought to fruition
    What I thought slowed me was only myth
    And everything that didn’t destroy me
    Inspired me for more ideas

  6. barbara_y

    I Got a Flu Shot: Now I Ache

    It isn’t the disease
    or condition itself
    that makes us feel
    rotten—it is the
    body’s attempts to
    evict it. The fever
    nausea pus runny
    nose shots fired
    into passing cars
    threats of bombs
    crosses burned
    and synagogues
    defiled. Hate is
    an autoimmune

  7. seingraham


    Because the air might change from silver to blood
    in the time it takes you to fall asleep
    And everything you thought you knew could just as
    easily become completely unknown
    The world you’ve been familiar with all of your life;
    so much so, you could map it blind
    Will grow surreal and extra-terresterial with shades
    of cadmium, ochre, veridian, too
    Because all of this is more likely to happen than not –
    do what you feel is right, not what you should
    Then, and only then, will you perhaps stand a chance.


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