2018 April PAD Challenge: Day 4

We’re now 4 days into this challenge, which means we’re developing a routine. Let’s keep the momentum going.

For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Case (blank);” replace the blank with a word or phrase; make the new phrase the title of your poem; and then, write your poem. Possible titles include: “Case of Water,” “Case in Point,” “Case Study,” and “Case of the Missing Person.”

I hope everyone has a case of easy poeming today!

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Here’s my attempt at a “Case (blank)” Poem:

“case of not sleeping again”

because you’re on my mind again
from the end to the start of day
& i just want to be your man
because you’re on my mind again
& i can’t get to sleep again
when there’s so much i want to say
because you’re on my mind again
from the start to the end of day

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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 is known to rock a poetic form from time to time; for instance, rolling with the triolet today.

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434 thoughts on “2018 April PAD Challenge: Day 4

  1. BDP

    “Case by Case”

    Spring snow’s a crime. Sidewalk and road
    covered with white, your dragging-self
    swears to sue for knee-cracking ice and you name
    your shovel co-counsel. But you’d lose, the court-costs bill
    due when Mother Nature pours on her
    April sun. Case after case her law wills out.
    She’s a better lawyer and judge, so face it,
    buy a sky blue four-wheel drive car,

    good for the Northwoods, and ask yourself what
    you gain by griping. She’s written opinions where
    one moment you’re tricked, the next soothed. A gravestone?—
    a bald eagle stilled, then lifting. But you’re seldom bored. Look, there,
    by the smallest desert rock, a smaller flower grows, alone.
    Leaf-cloth lanes, ocean-wave off-ramp, cloud-paved freeway:

    her doing. Why then does she at times seem like a waitress,
    harried, hoping for a hefty tip and the stingiest pretend
    she’s inefficient while ignoring her clientele overload, back
    bowed by orders? Neither a deity of long ago
    nor a high-powered attorney nor a laborer, not one but all, a swirl
    of metaphorical jobs, but ask her questions,
    and she answers best with weather. We beg leniency, easy
    days, yet are one foot on a banana peel, entering
    a storm when stepping outside, even in the sunshine. Tread well.

    —B Peters

    Endwords from Richard Hugo, “Goodbye, Iowa,” Making Certain It Goes On.

  2. Angie5804

    Case Cutters

    There is something about a case cutter
    That gives me the heebie-jeebies
    Give me a knife any old day
    I can handle an ax or a hatchet
    Scissors are simple
    Toe nail clippers a breeze
    But keep those case cutters
    Away from me

  3. Debbie

    Case of Emergency

    Not just don’t break the glass
    But we need more class
    Full blown, in mass
    Or can we just pass?

    Is it possible to get along?
    Can all of us be wrong?
    Never short on pleading song
    We have to stay strong

    Some fit like a glove
    Others just push and shove
    Bring back the white dove
    Now…what’s that word…love?

  4. AC Leming

    Something got lost in transcribing the prompt to my notebook, so I originally wrote a code of (blank) poem…dagnabit

    Case: Bianca

    white wash
    White House
    white power
    fear mongers

    black ball
    black lives
    Black Power
    fear injustice

  5. sincerescribe

    Caseload Acrostic

    Countless casefiles await my swift review.
    All of them happen to be overdue.
    Swamped with other paperwork, I am, too.
    Ending this backup, how–I need a clue.
    Looks like I find myself in quite a jam.
    Open for suggestions–ready, I am.
    Also, I must read email–delete spam.
    Dole out me sage advice, please sir or ma’am.

  6. sincerescribe

    Caseload Acrostic

    Countless casefiles await my swift review.
    All of them happen to be overdue.
    Swamped with other paperwork, I am, too.
    End this backup, how to–I need a clue.
    Looks like I find myself in quite a jam.
    Open for suggestions–ready, I am.
    Also, I must read e-mail–delete spam.
    Dole out some advice, please sir or ma’am.

  7. mlibra

    Case of The Missing Boy

    a mild summer evening
    not to late
    the boy goes missing.
    we all search
    from the creeks to the trees
    but the boy is still missing.
    everyone comes up with ideas
    searching each area
    but the boy is still missing.
    the search goes on
    throughout the night
    but the boy is still missing.
    people are going home
    the family is still searching
    but the boy is still missing.
    the town searches again
    in the morning light
    but the boy is still missing.
    as the summer goes on
    the townsfolk start to give up
    but the boy is still missing.
    the family is grieving
    the town is sympathetic
    but the boy is still missing.
    the next summer is soon to come
    the town organized another hunt
    but the boy was still missing.
    the night falls
    everyone heads home
    and the boy does too.

  8. hohlwein

    Who Did What?

    The Case of the Winding Staircase
    The Case of the Red Shoe
    The Case of the Flickering Candle
    The Case of the Haunted Room
    The Case of the Old Clock
    The Case of the Missing Umbrella
    The Case of the Last Train
    The Case of the Blanketing Fog

    How did Nancy Drew die?
    Has anyone even looked into that?
    Maybe she is alive
    in deep dementia
    by a window somewhere
    in her last week
    looking down at the softening edge
    of her prim lavender sweater
    for clues
    of who she is
    who she was
    of what question to ask

    or what is a question

  9. CJminnesota

    Where are they now
    Where have they been
    Have they been around
    Or perhaps in a bin

    These missing diamonds
    Are stirring up trouble
    This case of missing diamonds
    Seems to cover the new news
    The missing boy
    He had always been a thief

  10. Aileane

    Cold Case

    Thousands of papers
    Stacked
    Read
    Only once
    Thousands of families
    Left
    Still Broken
    Wrecked for the nth time
    Thousands of cases
    Remained unsolved
    Still
    Justice not yet served

  11. drwasy

    Case Study: A woman in her fifties presents

    with fatigue, depression, & hopelessness
    that pervade every muscle, bone, cell.

    Heart-ache, she complains; the MRI
    confirms massive vessel atrophy.

    In my white coat, I rule out infarction,
    angina, congestion, & send her home

    with a pocket of pills & advise to rest.
    Weeks later, her heart shrunken yet more,

    I ask: Have you loved? She cocks her head:
    Love, what is this? & I know then

    no pills or therapy or praying will cure
    her dis-ease; she does not love because

    she is not loved. I write on my magic paper
    pad of cures the address of the shelter

    where she may find animals of her kind.

  12. seingraham

    A CASE OF DEEP DESPAIR

    It was over, we all knew it and were coming to terms
    with the situation; at least that’s what
    I kept telling myself even with a baby in the mix
    It was better if the addict left for good if he wasn’t
    going to get help, and he was quite clear about that.
    He didn’t think he needed to get clean; he just wanted
    to find a way to have a better relationship with his demons.
    I can’t remember how many times I tried to explain
    that that’s not the way it works, and I should know;
    this is not my first rodeo, as the saying goes.
    But, there’s no way to get through to some people
    and it turns out he’s one of those – still when he came
    to tell me how sorry he is as he left today, we both
    wept and I was surprised by how sorry I am too.

  13. Ivy_Lane

    Endless Loop Cassette

    Side A

    What does your husband do for work?

    The works, he’s a jack of all trades.
    (If Jack were really an average Joe
    scraping barrel bottomed wishing wells
    for whiskey and copper pennies.)

    In what industry is that?

    Lawn care…a side of
    distribution. Some sorting, heavy
    lifting. (Mostly he swallows pride
    and cold turkey on white bread.)

    What company did you say?

    I didn’t. (I won’t.) We’re in between
    (again), interviewing (again)
    it’s who ya know, ya know?
    I hate to ask, do you know someone?

    Side B

    Are babies coming any time soon?

    If they are, it’s a surprise to us!
    We’ll be ready someday.
    (We’re ready now, our pocket isn’t.
    The bedroom drywall has a wallet-sized hole.)

    Did I tell you about my son? A couple
    years younger than you, he is.

    (You did. You always do.) A promotion!
    And a house? Two baby boys already?
    Good for him. (Mean it.)
    Really, good for him.

    If you wait till you’re ready
    you’ll be waiting your whole life.

    That’s what we hear.
    (That’s what we fear.)

    Well, tell Joe we say hello and wish him luck
    in his job search. I’m sure we’ll see you soon.

    (Flip to Side A)

  14. Linda Hatton

    Case of the Missing Life

    She went out in search
    of the levels of creation,
    awakening legacies,
    and how to be her own
    Buddha. She lived by myths
    and dreamed of angels;
    she embodied the world
    with hands of a goddess,
    and she even went a little wild.

    But halfway through
    her mission, she found
    that mystical travelers
    finish last, that they ask
    and get nothing, that the Guide
    to Essential Knowledge
    is in-
    complete. She found
    that vampires are real,
    and that those real people
    are the fairy tale.

    So she wondered
    how she could
    save the cat
    if she couldn’t even
    save herself.

    Now she knows
    those books and dreams
    are all a fake, created
    to make a buck
    from unsuspecting fools
    who’ve had their smiles
    turned upside down,
    then had their commonplace
    existence erased, like her,
    gone from the world,
    her memory living on only
    in cyberspace.

  15. azkbc

    Case Closed

    This morning I pulled my suitcase
    from the shelf in the garage,
    the suitcase with smiley faces
    and funny-colored labels
    (Who R U? and I C U)
    so I can find it
    at the airport baggage claim.

    Into it went summer-colored shorts,
    slacks and coordinated short-sleeved tops
    and two bathing suits
    one sky blue for morning
    and a black print for evening
    and cover-ups and drapes.

    Then beach reads
    and sunglasses
    and sunscreen.
    I stuffed it, sat on it
    and then, case closed.

    Aloha!

  16. Valkyri

    Another WIP…

    Case of the Blues

    They called him “The Axe Man,”
    walking the streets of New Orleans,
    a man who had a case of the blues…

    He walked the late night juke joints,
    the jazz clubs, the smokey hot spots,
    playing his saxophone with tears in his eyes.

    He never left home without it.
    His tenor sax sang sweet lonesome songs.
    You could feel his pain in every note.

    All of this happened ages ago, the clubs are now long gone.
    But sometimes in the blackened heat of the bayou,
    you can still hear the echoes of his horn.

    The Axe Man, the solitary man who went wandering,
    with his sax case in hand,
    a brown leather case filled with blues…

  17. lily black

    Awake Again

    3 a.m. Santiago on my mind
    is he home
    did he eat
    what about Kaelyn
    is she in the woods
    in her tent
    are the rest safe
    or being sold
    my caseload
    weighs heavy
    in the middle of the night

  18. POEMGOD

    A suit-case

    it was like any old day
    the people on the streets
    walking astray
    he was wearing a suit
    why, was he wearing a suit?
    some people say
    he ate the forbidden fruit
    that is why he was wearing a suit

  19. agolly

    Case of the Missing Couples

    Every month
    A couple goes
    Missing.
    One male and one
    Female.

    Just passing through
    The town going onward.
    The towns people know
    What is going on.
    One male one female.

    A deal with a God,
    Needs human sacrifices.
    Keeps the town afloat,
    Unlike their neighboring towns.
    One male and one female.

    A scarecrow that takes skin
    From the victims.
    What bleeds can die.
    One male one female.

  20. Brandi Noelle

    A Case of the Mondays

    I have a case of the Mondays
    ironic, though it may be
    for I have no job to go to
    no real place to be
    But, I have a case of the Mondays
    now that springtime has arrived
    most rejoice in warmer weather
    I am greeted only by gloomy skies
    For I live in place where the spring
    brings only rains that will not cease
    and, so, though it is actually Wednesday
    my soul cannot find peace
    Because I have a case of the Mondays

  21. PKP

    The pleading suitor

    Little sister sits on the couch
    the boyfriend now exed pauses
    at the door – eyes wet – pleading
    to her sister’s now gone back

    “I don’t like the way you
    walk, I don’t like the way
    you talk, I don’t like you”

    and off she’d gone – leaving
    a sparkly ring on the kitchen
    table –

    Case Closed

  22. drwasy

    Case Study: A woman in her fifties presents

    with fatigue, depression, & hopelessness
    that pervade every muscle, bone, cell.

    Heart-ache, she complains; the MRI
    confirms massive vessel atrophy.

    In my white coat, I rule out infarction,
    angina, congestion, & send her home

    with a pocket of pills & advise to rest.
    Weeks later, her heart shrunken yet more,

    I ask: Have you loved? She cocks her head:
    Love, what is this? & I know then

    no pills or therapy or praying will cure
    her dis-ease; she does not love because

    she is not loved. I write on my magic paper
    pad of cures the address of the shelter

    where she may find animals of her kind.
    .

  23. deringer1

    CASE CLOSED

    For long your case was pending
    in the courtroom of my mind.
    I built up evidence against you
    and dreamed of punishments to fit your crime.

    But it was “case dismissed”
    when all was done and said.
    The final judgment was forgiveness;
    we both came out ahead.

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