2015 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 30

Well, here we are. Crazy as it seems (to me anyway), we’re on the final day of the writing part of this challenge. I’ll post a Next Steps post tomorrow, but you can use the next few weeks to collect and revise your poems into a collection. More details tomorrow.

For today’s prompt, write a “let the moment begin” poem. Life is filled with moments–good and bad–and they all have to begin sometime. Share yours (in poetic form) below.

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Here’s my attempt at a Let the Moment Begin poem:

“Showdown”

The one clenches his fists & bares his fangs.
The other grips his stake & narrows his eyes.

The one lets his cape flow wildly in the wind.
The other loses his baseball cap unflinching.

The one has lived this moment many times.
The other is about to live or about to die.

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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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149 thoughts on “2015 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 30

  1. PSC in CT

    Present

    While we make plans
    mainly for the smiling
    times, happy days,
    (hoping always for the best)
    our lives proceed
    in a different pattern –
    the ups and downs
    more equitably arranged.
    Oddly enough, some
    of the most wonderful bits
    will be birthed from sadness,
    begotten in bitterness and loss.
    So as not to miss these
    one must remain open
    and present and
    let each moment
    bring just
    what it will
    in its own
    sweet
    time.

  2. tobysgirl

    The Dance

    The notice goes up
    Dance at Town Hall!
    We get in our group and decide

    what we’ll wear
    (acid wash jeans, button up shirt, collar up, sweater knotted around our shoulders),
    who will be there
    (everyone that’s anyone),
    who we hope will be there
    (that one boy who doesn’t go to our school, with the great eyes and curly dark hair),
    what they’ll be wearing
    (jeans, rocker T),
    what music will play
    (Bon Jovi and Bryan Adams),
    who we’ll dance with
    (not just anyone, mostly our friends unless HE asks),
    will we kiss on the dance floor
    (not at first, but probably the last dance of the night!),
    Who probably will
    (and won’t!),
    who we would consider kissing
    (there are several prospects),
    who we hope doesn’t ask us to dance
    (the nice guy, because we don’t want to hurt his feelings saying no, but we will),
    where we’ll get ready
    (at the friend’s house who’s mom and dad are mostly cool),
    how our hair will look
    (like a Jersey girl’s hair, of course),
    is anyone bringing a drink
    (someone will), and
    who has the smokes
    (I do, and so does she).

    As we walk in we look to the left and to the right,
    noticing who is there and more importantly,
    who is not.
    Among the Oh my Gods and Look at what she’s wearing and What is SHE doing here, I see him.
    The brown eyes, the tight t-shirt and slightly less tight jeans.
    Built like someone much older, but perfect at fifteen.
    He sees me looking and I look away. When I look back he smiles and turns away.
    I hug myself and imagine what the evening will bring as the Deejay begins playing Bryan Adams “Heaven”.

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