2016 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 19

For today’s prompt, write a poem about a commonplace location. The poem could be about the local grocery store, library, or something even more intimate–like your kitchen or bathroom. Or it could be standing in line at the DMV or post office.


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Here’s my attempt at a Commonplace Location poem:

“Dog House”

When you’re a dog,
you sleep in a dog house
and bark at the stars.


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92 thoughts on “2016 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 19

  1. Juanita Lewison-Snyder

    by juanita lewison-snyder

    when i am old
    i should think i’d want to
    live out the remainder of my days
    in a tiny bird house,
    shiny white shiplap surrounded
    by black shutters and glass,
    swinging low and slow
    in a tree filled with blossoms

    inside lined with newspapered walls,
    and bird seed scatter of
    sunflower seeds, nuts, and
    bits of dried fruit at the
    foot of a grand staircase,
    cuckoo clock above the round door
    counting down the minutes
    of mortality left to go.

    © 2017 by Juanita Lewison-Snyder

  2. ToniBee3

    Heart of the Hive

    refuge and toil forms
    these hexagon walls
    built by armored legs
    and might

    and our golden fortress
    holds our queen
    and our future through
    the night

    when we droop our
    heads to briefly rest
    ‘fore we tend again
    the comb

  3. Shennon

    He perched on the edge of his throne.
    His business he had to condone.
    His roll laid in wait,
    He prayed it his fate,
    To pass, at long last, kidney stones.


  4. lsteadly

    By the Side of the Road

    Dark settles in so early
    these days
    falling short of time
    to dwell on mysteries
    that matter

    We spent the evening with your uncle
    now too arthritic to finish
    his handcrafted canoe made of maple
    collecting dust in his workshop

    He told us all of it has to go
    the jig saw, the chisels,
    each finely tuned stainless steel blade
    all due to the downsizing
    and leaving this place
    made my heart hurt
    with the ache of facing
    our numbered days

    On the drive home I stared
    out the passenger window
    thrilled at the deer roving the fields
    under the star smeared sky

    I asked you to pull over
    hold off for a moment your need to get home
    and our son in the backseat
    echoed my reasons to help shed our woe
    so you slowed the car and parked
    by the side of the road
    letting the blackness settle on us

    The three of us stood there
    under that diamond flecked sky
    lost in our smallness as the car’s engine ticked
    against the vast black
    three tiny souls mere specks in time
    awash in the wonder
    of what really matters

  5. RJ Clarken


    “I never make a trip to the United States without visiting a supermarket. To me they are more fascinating than any fashion salon.” ~Wallis Simpson, Duchess of Windsor

    O supermarket; grocery store…
    You really are what I live for!
    Where else could I find dish soap next to yams,
    while grams with cells might text

    about the cost re cans of peas.
    Above the soup, on shelves, there’s teas.
    And people watching? What a treat. Find bread
    and spread. Next aisle is meat.

    Do not forget the checkout lines.
    The headlines in each mag give signs:
    Apocalypse, the famous folk, odd news.
    Then choose an ice cold Coke

    while waiting to pay for your grub
    and get good gossip at this hub,
    because you know along with beans, they’ll spill
    the swill. Oh drama queens!

    I love to visit at the shops
    for dishing right along with chops.
    Perhaps one day I’ll catch you there. ‘Til then
    aisle ten needs cleanup care.



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