2015 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 26

In this part of the world, it’s Thanksgiving. So happy Thanksgiving!

For today’s prompt, write a luxury poem. To tell you the truth, I’m not even sure how I’m coming at this prompt just yet. But luxury can be a good thing for people who experience, though also a bad thing. Plus, luxury often comes at a cost to those who don’t have it. And the dream of it can help some people in dire circumstances.


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Here’s my attempt at a Luxury poem:


There’s no luxury
to be found when sleeping in
a coffin, you see.


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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89 thoughts on “2015 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 26

  1. Alaina Dawson

    -another trick up your sleeve-

    loving you was a luxury i could never afford

    from the time i met you up until the day you left

    being with you was like a dream

    it was like pulling a bunny from a black top hat, then picking the right card out of fifty-two, choosing heads as the coin landed Washington-side up

    it was almost like magic, if magic resembled the way you slithered into someone’s life just as unexplainably as you left it

    in love you were an awe-inspiring magician, and i was just your assist whom was quickly discarded after sawing me in half had gotten all the applause you’d been looking for

  2. tobysgirl

    The Comfort of Goodbye

    To those who have the luxury of saying goodbye,
    cherish that moment.
    Even if it rips you apart,
    tears at your core with such vengeance
    you truly believe you will never survive.

    When one is not afforded that moment it haunts them.
    Was it the last time?
    How could that be?
    It’s not real, just a dream;
    they’ll be here any minute with a laugh and a case of beer,
    a soft touch and a smile.

    To not say goodbye is a chance to deny the very end.

    To not say goodbye is to postpone healing for one’s heart and
    to prolong the ever present gnawing on the edges of a soul that won’t grow for fear of loss.

    So even when goodbye may hurt and bruise your psyche,
    know that you are lucky to be able to fully participate in that moment.

    For some, they will always wonder.

  3. PSC in CT


    She watches the nightly news
    and weeps.
    She doesn’t know these people –
    “refugees”, they call them.
    Doesn’t know who they are,
    or where they’re from,
    but she feels their pain –
    sees it in their tortured faces,
    their tight clasp on the children,
    in their meager possessions,
    and she wonders:
    when did food
    and shelter, and a safe place
    to lay your child down to sleep
    become luxury items?


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