Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 188

Before I get into today’s prompt, I just want to touch base on the results of the April PAD Challenge. I mentioned aiming to have the results ready around the beginning of August, but it’s more likely going to be the beginning of September (now that we’re half-way through August). With that in mind, let’s get to this week’s prompt.

For today’s prompt, write a change of plans poem. The change of plans can be a good change or a horrible change. It can be prompted by the weather or a person (or group of people). Everyone’s been there, right?

Here’s my attempt:

“We missed the bus”

We missed the bus
but didn’t cuss
or start to fuss,
and it’s because

of our plan B
to hike, you see,
up to our knees
through the grassy

fields all the day
reserved for play
and making hay
the happy way.


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127 thoughts on “Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 188

  1. Juanita Lewison-Snyder

    Change of Plans
    by Juanita Lewison-Snyder

    Parking lot, half acre
    empty on a Monday afternoon,
    yet you insist sidling up
    next to my faithful Corolla,
    kissing my back bumper with
    your old beat-up Isuzu,
    pitching the poor girl
    forward ever so slight.
    OMG, Really?
    I rip the seatbelt off me
    and heave the door open
    loaded for bear
    while he backs up, then
    tries again, this time
    without contact.

    Inside his cab
    an old arthritic dog
    with a tear-stained face
    stares back sympathetically.
    Once parked, the driver
    hesitates at first,
    out of fear or indifference
    then slowly lumbers out
    while I fume somewhere in the
    vicinity of my rear bumper.

    Short and stooped over
    he is thin as a rail,
    white whiskered face
    masking contriteness,
    or is it depression?
    “I am truly sorry,” he says
    clutching his cap,
    slight accent to the voice.

    I am taken aback momentarily,
    then alarmed when he speaks
    for here staring back are my
    father’s eyes, tired and pensive
    at a crossroads struggling with
    vision, judgement, memories.
    His clothes are clean but patched,
    much like my father’s, mended
    lovingly at home perhaps by a
    woman sharing the same worries
    about finding work at his age.

    My frustration suddenly jams
    like a bullet sideways in a chamber,
    nearly bringing me to tears.
    Instead of ripping this man’s
    lungs out, I find I’m now
    stifling an urge to reach out
    and clasp his shoulder,
    pat his hands, promise
    everything will be ok.
    I want to pull out a card deck
    and go a few rounds of pinochle,
    shoot the breeze and
    hand out tools as he works,
    argue the finer merits of
    Piper Cubs vs Cessnas,
    Kenworths vs Peterbuilts,
    Allis Chalmers vs John Deere;
    all flashes of my father
    years ago before the
    Alzheimer’s stole him away.
    So instead, I downplay
    the minor damage and
    let him go with a promise
    to next time be more careful.

    © 2012 by Juanita Lewison-Snyder

  2. swtp12

    In honor of Planny

    I made a plan
    A plan to change
    I needed a plan to plan this change
    I thought and prayed and planned to plan
    Ah hah! I had it! A plan to change
    But then there was a change in plans

  3. swtp12

    The Best Laid Plans

    I followed the rules
    and planned it all out
    There was one path
    I had no doubt

    I plodded along
    Kept my head down
    Thinking I wore a smile
    But really I wore a frown

    I pulled the weight
    It was the right thing to do
    But my plan was not for one
    It involved two

    The weight got so heavy
    And hair was in my eyes
    I swept it away
    And then saw the lies

    You placed boulders in my way
    You dug holes to make me fall
    But I built a new road
    That you could not travel at all

    And it led to somewhere better
    Or maybe even great
    And sometimes plans change
    But lead you to your fate


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