2016 April PAD Challenge: Day 6

Believe it or not, we’ll be 20% of the way through this challenge after today’s poem. It amazes me how quick the month flies by every year.

For today’s prompt, write an ekphrastic poem. An ekphrastic poem is a poem inspired by art. You can pick your own favorite piece of art if you wish. Or you can use one of the examples below:

Michelangelo's First Painting

Michelangelo’s First Painting


"Roots," by Frida Kahlo

“Roots,” by Frida Kahlo


"Age of Love," by Alfons Mucha

“Age of Love,” by Alfons Mucha


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Here’s my attempt at an Ekphrastic Poem:

“The First”

The first is often the worst,
but there’s usually more

feeling, more stealing other’s
ideas. Why do we bother

taking that first leap of faith
when we know it will not stay

in our greatest hits? Maybe
it’s because we have baby

demons pulling us off cliffs
& we must consider if

we don’t create, then who will?
After all, if we are still

alive, we might as well strive
to let all our visions thrive.

There’s a boat on the river,
and my faith is a shiver.


roberttwitterimageRobert Lee Brewer loves April, especially this year, because the challenge has been a little more his speed. And speaking of speed (or lack of speed), he’s been running this month in addition to breaking lines. It’s been nice to get up each morning, write a few lines, and run a few miles.

Brewer is Senior Content Editor of the Writer’s Digest Writing Community, which means he gets to do a million things to help writers find more success with their writing (including this blog). He’s also the author of Solving the World’s Problems (Press 53).

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349 thoughts on “2016 April PAD Challenge: Day 6

  1. BDP

    “Thomas Moran, Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone, 1872”

    Trees, travelers, horses, bird—they set a life-size scale,
    so small against stone opulence, the scale without them.

    One subset of the breathing (one that states its own significance),
    we shrink against the plays of light, but pale without them.

    Eroded, ocher cliffs slope huge as waterfalls spill huge
    as mists rise huge, the grandeur makes us fail to doubt them.

    What we want most? Belief. And that’s why we need doubt.
    The warmth, the cold, the opposites. No grail without them.

    The forces in the oil that move us barb, untamable:
    we pray, we hope, and we’re more frail without them.

    –Barb Peters

  2. PKP

    Nude in Triplicate

    there she is tall
    lean head loose
    as a willow one
    leg in front of
    the other – hands
    loose fingered
    at her sides
    she wears no
    clothes she is
    my mother
    atop our
    painted by
    my father
    after work

  3. pipersfancy

    Redemption in Lavender

    Let me walk through fields of lavender
    where stillness forms a heavy-scented shroud
    of fragrant sorrow. How shall I endure
    the dullness of these skies, thick with cloud,
    now seeded with the sweetness of divine breath?
    I did not choose this place of death;
    your dreadful doe-eyed gaze now chills my blood.
    By your command alone, I’ll lay myself
    within a handmade coffin hewn of redbud,
    die and rest my soul’s eternal wealth—
    an offering on the alter of this earth—
    expiring one last farewell, one final sigh,
    before sweet lavender shall reminisce
    my sin, and my life shall be done.
    Will you mete out loving kindness to the one
    who greets you with a kiss?

    *inspired by “The Artist’s Garden at Giverny” – Claude Monet

  4. Connie Biltz

    Hope Returns

    A triumphant daffodil,
    bright pinwheel of sun,
    held high on a green stem,
    celebrates its emancipation
    from the dirt and dry, brown leaves
    of the forest floor
    by softly fluttering
    in the gentle breeze.

    Connie Biltz
    author of Rainbow Chaser

  5. Anders Bylund

    White on White
    An unstoppable force,
    Holy trinity,
    Polar opposite of Degas.

    It’s steel on skin
    A blurry spin
    Lit from within
    And where you’re going, it has already been.

    Infinity springs forth
    From infinity;
    Aleph-alpha on omega.

  6. Jezzie


    On canvas are your paintings
    but they’re currently waiting
    to be fixed up on Mum’s walls.
    Three dogs in coloured oils.

    One is a portrait of me,
    one is Myschka, one’s Jezzie.
    In my room Mum wants them each
    but she’s worried I can reach.

  7. Alaina Dawson

    its hard to say i’m a writer
    when all i do is put down the words
    your existence forms in my head

    i am not the writer
    but simply the vessel which
    splatters the artwork you have always been
    onto the canvas of the world

  8. Mike

    Tell me about it, I said

    It’s an ankylosaurus
    A bear and a bunny
    A pirate ship
    A samurai
    A little town
    You and me, Dad, fishing in the rain.
    I browse this stack of pictures drawn by my son, like a time machine, taking me back 20 years.

  9. LCaramanna

    Tilt-a-Whirl Grin

    The first time I rode the tilt-a-whirl
    At the county fair
    I was 14,
    Sitting next to a boy
    I thought was cute,
    Hoping he would hold my hand
    As the car started spinning
    Because I was a little bit afraid,
    But mostly because I liked him a lot.

    The sounds of the midway
    Whirled about us
    As lights twirled
    A neon mishmash that
    Aroused my courageous spirit.
    When he tilted his head
    To say he liked me,
    I took his hand in mine
    And grinned.

    Lorraine Caramanna

    Inspired by The Art of Tyler Kellogg, a painting titled Smile. Find Tyler here: https://www.facebook.com/Theartoftyler/

  10. shellcook


    She sits on rocky promontory
    staring at the sky.
    Her dress of waning flapper wear
    blowing with the winds.

    Head held high
    beneath golden locks
    youth and experience together
    entwine in her fair form.

    Who knows
    that she is wandering…
    She doesn’t seem to care.
    She is free

    to roam as she desires
    in momentary solitude.
    her only wish.


    Inspired by Maxfield Parrish


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