2017 April PAD Challenge: Day 21

For today’s prompt, pick an object (any object), make it the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles could include: “Toothbrush,” “Rake,” “Pilot G2 Premium Gel Roller Pen,” or any number of other objective titles. Have fun with it.


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Here’s my attempt at an Object Poem:

“Dexter Maxi Load Thoroughbred 600 Commercial Washer”

such a big silver machine
with a small astronaut window
revealing a quick spin to the left
& a tumble to the right
all my clothes so clean
so bright


Robert Lee Brewer is Senior Content Editor of the Writer’s Digest Writing Community and author of Solving the World’s Problems (Press 53). He had to use the laundromat yesterday after his washing machine at home started leaking water.

Follow him on Twitter @RobertLeeBrewer.


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364 thoughts on “2017 April PAD Challenge: Day 21

  1. Domino


    Yes, my pretty,
    my fragrant, beautiful,
    leather-bound darling.
    What will your words impart
    today? What new knowledge
    or sweet delight, or fresh horror
    await me in your pages?

  2. DMK

    Earl Grey Tea

    earl grey tea
    reminds me
    to slow and drink
    gives me time to think
    relax take a breath
    before making another mess
    bergamot a calming scent for me
    lucky it comes in earl grey tea
    for a moment I can simply be
    my internal battery refilled
    before walking again up the steep hill

  3. DanielAri

    “Words abstract some things much too far.” (Trigger warning, maybe? I hope not.)

    Let me start by saying I feel like government by the people and for the people
    should collect and spend money to support the people, and not just the rich,
    but even the poor; and that since most people want peace along with life,
    liberty and pursuit of happiness, the government should always focus on
    making those things more accessible to all, even to the poor, is my opinion.

    But my view is that these beliefs are not the beliefs of the government now,
    and I can’t explain what is because I don’t understand how any leader
    can willfully want to limit peace, rights and access to things that I think
    that most people think are important. But it is what it is, and I get upset.

    So I made a little channel for my upset and disappointment, indeed, my rage,
    and I put things there in a fictionalized voice, the voice someone who feels delight
    when bombs fall and fundamental jealousy if the government supports others
    more than he. And I have channeled my rage into highly sarcastic posts,
    I see them as reductio ad absurda. A lot of people get what I’m doing there.

    But some people get to my channel and think I’m being serious,
    and this really surprises me. My first thought is that these people must be
    stupid and mean. Then I click their names and I see the kind of rhetoric
    in their channels that I make fun of, embodying sarcastically as an alter ego
    in order to purge my rage. Now stick with me a moment. Take a breath.

    I’m amazed that people who understand my channel as reactionary and people
    who understand it as radical both have channels of their own that show
    them to be loving, kind, happy people who spend time with friends and family
    and wish the best for themselves, their families, their countries and their world.

    Rhetoric is nothing but a crazy distraction. If only it didn’t feel so good in the body
    to dwell in our rage, shouting and chanting and writing in all caps. People are
    better than we let ourselves believe. My channel is doing more than I expected.

  4. Monique

    I wanted to write a better poem than yesterday, so…

    Vinyl Records

    Exploring a new sound
    The clicks, the pops,
    the scratches.
    Music fills the room
    in a way you haven’t heard
    in a very long time.

    Whether it’s a little Glenn Miller
    or Fleetwood Mac’s Rumours
    or Elvis Presley rocking the house,
    the old songs sound cool
    in that vintage, retro kind of way.

  5. Jacqueline Hallenbeck


    i think it’s time we parted ways
    we’ve had a good five years
    walked side by side most nights and days
    so it is with heartfelt tears
    that I tell you (though it’s quite a blow)
    this news! this joy! i’m free!
    my relationship with Vertigo
    is no more. be glad for me.

  6. Alphabet Architect


    Please just give me a computer
    That does what I want it to do
    And doesn’t ask much of me
    Except to turn it on, thank you.
    User friendly? User devoted maybe –
    With memory bytes plus insight.
    Much evidence exists
    That computers are magic, right?
    Just give me one that can read my mind.

  7. drwasy


    The t-shirt arrived yesterday
    in an envelope marked rush;
    the amazon prime delivery dude
    handed it to me with a smile

    I ripped open the Tyvek &
    held the asphalt-colored shirt:

    in red & blue, nice contrast
    to the gray background, & I
    slipped it on, happy & proud

    until I wished I didn’t need
    to spend another $20
    on another shirt protesting

    the dumbing down & messing
    up of my country.

  8. drwasy

    My Saeco Super-automatic

    stands shiny, stolid
    stainless steel & plastic
    red light flashing
    its welcome in the
    pitch of early morn

    Milk froths, a hiss
    of steam, the pump pounds
    out a heartbeat
    until caffeine releases,
    a stream of brown gold.

    Crema rises, a stain
    on perfect white, &
    my cup and I retreat
    to write another poem.

  9. claudia marie clemente

    Thinking about this prompt is like trying to not think about a pink elephant.

    Elizabeth Bishop’s One Art, one of my favorite pieces of all time, just totally blocks me.

    …so many things seem filled with the intent
    to be lost that their loss is no disaster….


  10. Jrentler

    Frappe D’Unicorn

    when that first Polynesian
    washed ashore

    lips scuttling the pebbles
    dragging the beached carcass of man

    to that the breezy song
    of fronds and shade
    atop swaying

    “the reed
    which gives honey
    without bees,”

    did he believe
    a god’s guidance
    rode high atop
    a horned-beast?

    so pinch to purse
    & take to that straw
    like a babe to breast

    slurp up the Maghetto
    crowned de le crème
    with a drizzle of dyglyceride
    & a pinch of pink powder

    feel the buzz of life

    1. Jrentler

      sorry corrected:

      Frappe D’Unicorn

      when that first Polynesian
      washed ashore

      lips scuttling the pebbles
      dragging the beached carcass of man

      to the breezy song
      of fronds and shade
      atop swaying

      “the reed
      which gives honey
      without bees,”

      did he believe
      a god’s guidance
      rode high atop
      a horned-beast?

      so pinch to purse
      & take to that straw
      like a babe to breast

      slurp up the Maghetto
      crowned de le crème
      with a drizzle of dyglyceride
      & a pinch of pink powder

      feel the buzz of life

  11. Austin Hill

    PAD #21

    YOU are the objects of my affections.

    I like…
    I admire…
    I’m smitten with…
    I adore…
    I appreciate…
    I’m mad for…
    I cherish…
    I fancy…
    I’m partial to…

    I think the world of….
    I’m crazy about….

    I love…
    YOU, the object of my affection.

    © April 2017 Suzanne S. Austin-Hill

  12. Sara McNulty

    Chinese Fan

    I never use you for what
    you are intended. Round,
    bright colors on a white
    background, ornamentation
    has become your lot in life.
    I do look at you every day,
    on your wooden stick, placed
    inside a blue ceramic wine glass,
    balanced on a corner
    of my dresser. I do not
    feel pressured to cool
    myself with your charm,
    as an air conditioner
    is more practical. Still,
    I love my little Chinese fan.

  13. Bruce Niedt

    Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is to write a poem that incorporates overheard speech.

    Game Card

    “No, I don’t play that game,” says the woman
    in front of me at the supermarket checkout line.
    I tell the cashier that I do, and she hands me
    two cards for their sweepstakes, one for me
    and one for the woman who declined.
    The top prize is a million bucks, but so far
    I haven’t won anything, despite bringing dozens
    of them home in the last two months.

    The first card nets me nothing – no prize,
    which is no surprise. I tear the second one open,
    folding down the side tabs to make it easier
    to rip the perforations, then pulling it apart
    so it opens like a booklet. The left side is
    a fifty-cent coupon – no big deal. The right side has,
    as usual, four little game pieces that I must also
    tear apart and paste to a game board that looks like
    a Monopoly game, to see if any combination of them
    wins a prize. And they do.

    I don’t know if this is the card that would have gone
    to the woman in front of me, but I would like
    to thank her for not playing, and thank the store too,
    for this wonderful gift. I’m the proud winner
    of a gift certificate to the supermarket.
    It’s not the grand prize, but it gives me a sense
    of accomplishment. After all these weeks of playing,
    after all the pieces I’ve collected and glued to the board,
    after all those shopping trips and thousands of dollars’
    worth of groceries, I have finally, finally won –
    five bucks.

  14. Maria Grace


    “The pen is mightier than the sword.”
    So goes the saying. It might be true,
    But I have held and wielded both –
    The Warrior Poet was common once.
    For Sword and Pen both cut as hard
    At complacency. Both defend
    (If Ink and Iron have any worth)
    The Sacred and the Simple things.
    And Deed is counterpoint of Word:
    If Pen be worth the Ink it spills,
    Then must Goodness, Beauty, Truth,
    Be lived and loved – even to Death.

  15. DanielAri


    This point
    made barely pressing

    addressing a letter
    easy as laser print,

    integral to my hand,
    near as a nail.

    The failure of keys
    to flow graphic

    abstracted glyphs

    un-uniformly, informally
    dashed—no mistakes

    makes pens mightier
    than microchips

    finer tipped
    is the point.

  16. cari.resnick07


    Pages torn
    Cover worn

    My heavy book
    Open it up and take a look

    God’s love story written for me and you
    Not just to be read in your church pew

    In it are the answers to life’s questions big and small
    Read, pray, listen for God’s call

    He may tell you what you want to hear
    Or He may not, but have no fear

    For He will always equip you for what lays ahead
    Even on the days you don’t want to get out of your bed

    So if you are wrestling with a question in your life
    Don’t allow it to cause you strife

    My heavy book has the answers you need
    Open a bible, pray and read