Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 431

For today’s prompt, write a refresh poem. Last week’s prompt was to write an annoyance poem; so this might be a great time to hit the refresh (or re-set) button. Take a deep breath. Count to 10. Write a poem.

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Here’s my attempt at a Refresh Poem:

“& when the power returns”

think about those frantic moments
when the power went out & laugh
because it was never that bad
& turn everything back on & bask
in the glow & hum of electricity

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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 actually finds time away from electricity very refreshing.

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108 thoughts on “Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 431

  1. Glory

    Would I go back, what if I should?
    Would life be the same,
    Or maybe life might change
    And if it did, would that be enough
    would satisfaction creep in and maybe,
    just maybe you and I could begin again

  2. mayboy

    Enrich

    The frequencies encounter,
    in search of the clues,
    countless are experiences of the truth,
    relentless aims tend to the win,
    the game resonates on the string
    to breeze the endless swings,
    enrich the spirits of our mind
    to let in the fragments of the
    outer space for the humankind.

  3. lsteadly

    Re-Do

    I wish there was a way
    to erase that fate

    full day when hate won
    over the people, can’t

    we just go back to
    change the past reset

    the button that beseeched
    equality and more

    tolerance to wash out
    the wounds refresh the page

    turned with hope to wrap
    peace around the block

  4. JRSimmang

    ISN’T IT ALWAYS THE SEASIDE

    At the seaside,
    (isn’t it always the seaside?)
    I find the salt air settles well
    on my palate,
    as if the world is too-sugary pan dulce
    or a loaf of rye
    and the only remedy is old wife wisdom
    pinching in between her fingers
    -my fingers,
    since I am half hers and half his-
    a little life
    then tossing it onto my plate.
    In doing so, she
    forces a smile, not
    my entrophic need to
    floxinoxinihilipilificate.

    -JR Simmang

  5. Walter J Wojtanik

    Seas the Day

    Sea breeze is helpful (if you’re an old salt.)
    Breathe the air that sailors love to taste.
    If your life has no flavor, that’s your fault,
    sea breeze is helpful (if you’re an old salt.)
    But not the stuff in Davy Jones’ vault,
    for a Popeye is a horrible thing to waste!
    Sea breeze is helpful (if you’re an old salt.)
    Breathe the air that sailors love to taste.

  6. PressOn

    LOUISE

    The old
    Congresswoman
    knew how to remain young:
    work hard; refresh with laughter; give
    a damn.

    In memory of Louise Slaughter, representative of New York’s 25th congressional district, who died today.

  7. Jane Shlensky

    Something odd is happening when I try to post. I’m rejected, asked to log in although I am already, and then you see me here twice…hmm. Sorry about that, folks. J

  8. Jane Shlensky

    Starting Fresh

    It doesn’t take much to save my life
    unless I’m of a finished frame of mind.
    A quiet walk at dawn, the early wren
    and chickadee, the blue heron astir
    from his log, his great wings embracing
    morning stillness, a leafing tree, wind’s
    breath, sun’s warm palm on my face,
    sky flashing blue, my comfy chair,
    cat lapped apurr, the coffee hot,
    familiar view of rolling hills any season,
    a living landscape of ponds and woods,
    deer grazing among cows, my notebook
    at my side, a crocus humming
    purple notes, a ukelele kind of tune,
    a word just right to shape a thought,
    faces of friends and loves rising like smoke,
    a power nap, a good book, a song to play
    and sing, something to learn or relearn,
    so many blessings counted
    that I’m ashamed to complain
    about what little I don’t have.

  9. Jane Shlensky

    Starting Fresh

    It doesn’t take much to save my life
    unless I’m of a finished frame of mind.
    A quiet walk at dawn, the early wren
    and chickadee, the blue heron astir
    from his perch on a drifting log,
    his great wings embracing morning stillness,
    a leafing tree, wind’s breath, sun’s warm palm
    on my face, sky flashing blue, the salute
    of wild things, my comfy chair,
    cat lapped apurr, the coffee hot,
    familiar view of rolling hills any season,
    a living landscape of ponds and woods,
    deer grazing among cows, my notebook
    at my side, a crocus humming
    purple notes, a ukelele kind of tune,
    a word just right to shape a thought,
    faces of friends and loves rising like smoke,
    a power nap, a good book, a song to play
    and sing, something to learn
    or relearn, so many blessings counted
    that I’m ashamed to complain
    about what little I don’t have.

  10. Sara McNulty

    How To Refresh

    Did not close down properly–
    refresh the page
    Aw Snap! Something went wrong–
    refresh the page
    Clear your cache and cookies–
    refresh the page

    Get off iPad, slam it closed–
    refresh yourself with a chilled glass of wine.

  11. Not-Only But-Also Riley

    Oh Erato

    And drained as I may be,
    and sunken as my soul is-
    like sunshine spears
    stabbing somber smog,
    like peace pouring across
    Earth like seraphic
    sprinkles to sorbet,
    like everyone you’ve
    ever wronged verifying
    everything is okay-
    the world welcomes me
    back with this sweet muse’s
    lips.

  12. deringer1

    REFRESHED

    I sit alone in blessedness and wonder,
    I always find so many things to ponder.

    A myriad of thoughts come to my mind,
    And then in thankfulness I always find

    My soul refreshed, my spirit full of peace.
    There in quietness my fears release.

    From worries and cares I am a refugee
    as I speak to God and hear him speak to me

  13. Juanita Lewison-Snyder

    smells like rain
    by juanita lewison-snyder

    there’s something about the way
    the blue-gray clouds move inland now
    after a long journey across open salt water,
    as if poseidon himself
    untangled them from their nets and
    shooed them on their way across the sky
    like schools of fish,
    their dark shadows
    on the brink of rain.

    © 2018 by Juanita Lewison-Snyder

  14. Louise

    crispy coolness
    flowing over me
    crystals of bracing
    encouragement
    salve to my wounded being

    refreshing clarity
    draws me into
    peacefilled quiet as
    cascading frozen angels
    dance on my tongue

  15. grcran

    but i digresh

    last gasp?
    refresh.
    whiplash,
    car crash?
    unmesh.
    repress.
    enhance?
    fat chance.
    entrench.
    speak french.
    rejoice?
    invoice.
    avoid.
    adenoid?
    slapdash.
    Balderdash!

    gpr crane

  16. Kateland

    Untitled

    As Grey clouds obscure the sky,
    And moments into hours seem
    To bequeath themselves upon
    The frantic day and idle by –
    A moment removed -to step
    Back and give a trying glance,
    May be enough to restart
    The day, and tear the veiled sky –
    To watch a new sun rise
    Triumphant from past moment’s lies

    Unsure of my punctuations on this one…

  17. De Jackson

    Refresher Courses

    Today, we will be reacquainting ourselves
    with the logarithms of this breeze, the angles

    of these trees and the squint of sunray-slant,
    perpendicular in the sky. Parlez vous francais?

    Me, neither. But the way the lavender is calling
    and the rosemary petals are falling, I think we’re

    going to sing fa la la, anyway. Dangle me a part
    -cipal or an irregular verb, the verve with which

    to handle this particular curve of moon. Swoon
    with me over silence. The science and alchemy

    of light-stained stars. Let’s pinprick our own map
    with new places to be. Let’s free our minds. Follow.

    ::

  18. PowerUnit

    It’s funny how such a sour drink
    A drink the color of a dead cornfield
    That threatens, and usually does
    Overflow an make your fingers sticky
    And gross, and smell like p1ss

    It’s funny that the season’s worst
    The storm that knocked down
    The in-laws’ trees that have witnessed
    Three generations of battling storms
    And your work day has yielded
    Three measly words and two deaths
    Of insignificant darlings

    It’s funny how such a drink
    Consumed in a room full of smiles
    Can be so refreshing

    *written at Piccaroons General Store, Saint John; while enjoying a blonde (ale)

  19. PKP

    Recycle

    walking through reams
    of paper – notes and
    thesis – poems, novels,
    rants and ravages in
    the night or pushes to
    begin in the morning –
    research of projects
    done, completed and
    never begun, articles
    read and saved – others
    yet to be savored – and
    pictures – oh the pictures
    yellowed – dog eared –
    fresh, digitalized, black
    and white, remembered
    and forgotten, snapshots
    and carefully calibrated
    shorelines, faces, puppies,
    dogs crashing through the
    surf, kittens grown into cats
    here, there, disappeared
    recalled, forgotten, posed
    and caught in laughter and
    tears – files – flying detritus
    waited to be collected and
    bound, languishing in plastic
    tubs and file drawers, until
    in one mad momentous
    moment the realization that
    when that proverbial “pie truck
    arrives” and slams me to oblivion
    this will all find its way away and
    so I fill my arms with life’s paper
    and joyously dump it all – into
    recycling barrel – after barrel
    stomping decades of greeting
    cards and save only one crayon
    stick figure rendering of a house
    and a sun shining brightly a daisy
    in the foreground.
    tack it to my blank study wall
    and laugh – free –
    someday soon all
    will find its way
    to blank paper for
    some other soul to
    collect and catalogue
    and clutch and finally
    one day if they are
    lucky enough to
    gather in their arms
    and throw to the wind.

  20. PKP

    Half Circle

    as a computer
    slogs along
    on the verge
    of crash – we
    crammed with
    memory and
    opened windows
    sometimes – all
    that is needed to
    restore is a simple
    refresh …

    1. PressOn

      This site has been behaving oddly for a long time now. It often discourages me from commenting, mainly due to many queries as to whether I am human.

      1. PressOn

        It just did it again, in fact, followed by a note that I’ve made too many requests in the last minute. This site is supposed to be a community, yet the interruptions make for a most unwelcoming feeling.

  21. PKP

    Refresh

    In the midst of soggy weather,
    saggy body and soul – they come
    out of classrooms with fresh faces
    and lifetimes unribboned ready to
    roll out – holding hands and placards
    sitting in seventeen minutes of silence
    for those gone and all those yet to come
    and parades of youngsters now turned
    creaky and cranky shift on their sofas
    and smile – remembering – recharging
    recalling the past and refreshed for
    a future they will never see but in
    this sea of positive certainty of youth
    awakening – know will surely come to be
    ahhhhhh…..

  22. Nancy Posey

    Release

    After one of those days made for metaphors,
    swimming upstream
    pushing rope
    herding turtles

    when more went wrong than right—
    no parking spot for miles,
    no connection for my presentation,
    forcing me to go acoustic, armed
    with chalk and a blackboard,
    a button popping off my blouse,
    blank stares in response to questions
    I expect to evoke a lively debate—

    I make the drive home, my back teeth
    grinding, my grip on the steering wheel
    capable of bending steel, timing
    on all the stoplights against me,

    and then I turn the key, expecting
    an empty house, your absence
    marked on the calendar for days

    but there you sit in your chair,
    plans changed, all smiles,
    a cold drink poured for me
    as soon
    as you heard my car in the drive.

    One deep breath,

    two,

    three,

    the tension melts, shoulders
    soften. I’m home
    and in your arms.

  23. candy

    If I Were an Artist

    If I could take a
    Kneaded eraser and rub
    Out the charcoal gray clouds
    Covering the warm sun
    Expose the gentle blue sky
    Hiding from sight
    Add light to the shadowy
    Places – draw a smile
    On your face
    Refresh the withered love
    In your heart
    Then I would call myself
    An artist

  24. Heather

    I’d rather be sleeping

    I’d rather be sleeping.
    Instead crises,
    some real,
    some realistically manufactured,
    keep my mind
    incessantly active,
    I long for refreshingly sweet
    REM cycles,
    replenishing my raw
    mental and physical state.
    Instead I sit at my computer
    warding off some catastrophe
    when I’d rather be sleeping.

    ~also published at heatherbutton.com with the aid of the daily post prompt from WordPress called “I’d rather be”

  25. Ann M

    Only Rosa left school
    for 17 minutes
    fearless of consequences.
    The rest of the students
    stayed inside
    while Rosa smiled shyly
    and lifted her thumbs
    for the cameras,
    uncertain but
    with steely eyes.
    Like her namesake,
    she knew
    change doesn’t come
    without trouble.

  26. headintheclouds87

    Refresh and Try Again

    Tired eyes taint out minds
    Into thinking all we write
    Is a pitiful waste of time.
    As the black cloud above drizzles,
    Our head tells us it’s all drivel,
    Ideas cruelly left to die
    With one swift cross and strike
    Of our suddenly critical pens,
    Condemning all as rubbish and nonsense.
    It takes a good hard slap
    Or failing that, a cold watery splash
    To the face, to final convince us
    To keep going, past the cloud of doubt,
    And once weary writers are refreshed,
    We stand up to the craft once again
    Allowing timid ideas and themes to breathe
    In a now cleared and open air
    That wakes us from the fog of despair.

  27. taylor graham

    RAIN IN THE MORNING

    You slept too long. You ask what time it is, what day and what’s the plan? All the same old questions on a new gray morning, rain at last in a long dry winter. What’s on the news, you want to know? It’s all so far away. Open the door and step outside,

    this morning’s blessing
    wild plum blossoms on the bough
    bowing down to rain

  28. Amy

    She

    if i asked for she
    for that diminutive fairer sex

    would i get the urban goddess
    or the earthborn mother?

    would you show me
    moving static on t.v.

    sterile as a sleepless dream
    or the round and lusty shape

    of dirt cupped in
    your hands?

    this is a fable about
    a girl and a woman and

    the woman is not inside me now
    but the girl is inside the woman

    and this is a different thing
    because the woman is not

    inside of anything but
    listening

    and

    waiting

    for the ten pre-dawn minutes
    when the sky will turn green

    and just breathe and
    hit refresh

    if i asked for she
    which one would i be?

  29. Anthony94

    San-san

    loves corners
    too tight to turn around in
    spins in place
    shuffles dusty
    grocery sacs

    loves the red light
    on the surge protector
    behind the freezer

    finds a way to tiptoe
    in a perfect line
    atop the outlets

    until she turns off
    the red light and backs
    out to lap water

    from her pink bowl
    races after the garter
    snake on the drive

    the freezer light
    goes to red
    I hit refresh!

  30. tripoet

    Refresh My Memory

    In the “hot tub” moment that passes
    between us when I hear your body
    language deny what you said earlier
    to get out of a pinch. I desperately want
    others to see you for the scoundrel you are,
    so I say, “Refresh my Memory”, prepared
    to watch you squirm out of hot water.

  31. Walter J Wojtanik

    REFRESHING

    Her lilting melody stirs my senses,
    a new start to a tired old beginning,
    she is a lightning bolt that shakes me,
    the winning formula that has been improved.
    She has awakened me from my malaise, not forsaken me.
    When I am moved to resurrect this suspect muse
    and drawn away from this crazed and dire despair,
    I choose to use whatever is available to me,
    and I discover her there, and I have this need to listen,
    turning my spinnaker into her wind to begin again,
    even though I am not required to pay her heed.
    I need to because she is all that I have come to believe.
    She has written lyric and book and I pine to read.
    Everything she whispers is refreshing; she is a true blessing!

  32. Walter J Wojtanik

    FRESH AND REFRESH

    We’re talking a Monday, and a Friday.
    Fridays are fresh, Mondays not so much
    They are bookends to the other days,
    we’re talking a Monday, and a Friday.
    I don’t really care what others say,
    about legal holidays and such.
    We’re talking a Monday, and a Friday.
    Fridays are fresh, Mondays not so much.

    1. De Jackson

      The Re-Fresh Prince of the Locker Room

      Mondays are fresh, Fridays not so much.
      So grab your deodorant and the Febreeze.
      Perhaps you have been out of touch:
      Fridays are fresh, Mondays not so much.
      That’s the day the football players come in a rush,
      and the stench will drive you to your knees!
      Mondays are fresh, Fridays not so much.
      So grab your deodorant and the Febreeze.

      1. Walter J Wojtanik

        RECOLLECTION:
        Refresh Your Mind!

        So grab your deodorant and the Febreeze,
        and clear your mind of thoughts gone stale.
        Remember only the things that you please
        and grab your deodorant and the Febreeze.
        Some memories will bring you to your knees,
        others in comparison have gone stale.
        So grab your deodorant and the Febreeze,
        and clear your mind of thoughts gone stale.

        1. De Jackson

          The Refresh-Maker

          Clear your mind of thoughts gone stale.
          Sea breeze is helpful (add some salt.)
          You won’t need a tornado or windy gale
          to clear your mind of thoughts gone stale.
          An ocean trip will do the trick, without fail.
          You won’t have to fight life tooth and nail,
          just clear your mind of thoughts gone stale.
          Sea breeze is helpful (add some salt.)

          1. Walter J Wojtanik

            Seas the Day

            Sea breeze is helpful (if you’re an old salt.)
            Breathe the air that sailors love to taste.
            If your life has no flavor, that’s your fault,
            sea breeze is helpful (if you’re an old salt.)
            But not the stuff in Davy Jones’ vault,
            for a Popeye is a horrible thing to waste!
            Sea breeze is helpful (if you’re an old salt.)
            Breathe the air that sailors love to taste.

          2. De Jackson

            A Well Seas-oned Life

            Breathe the air that sailors love to taste;
            refresh your pirate soul with whim and wave.
            Ahoy! Avast! At last we’re here – make haste!
            And breathe the air that sailors love to taste.
            To miss this brazen beauty, what a waste!
            She calls in moonlit rhythm, skysong rave.
            So breathe the air that sailors love to taste;
            refresh your pirate soul with whim and wave.

          3. Walter J Wojtanik

            YE FRESH BUCCANEERS

            Refresh your pirate soul with whim and wave,
            set your sail in adventurous dreams.
            Let the breath of sea air heal and save,
            refresh your pirate soul with whim and wave.
            Shiver ye timbers and with the rum, behave!
            Chart your course through ocean, river and stream!
            Refresh your pirate soul with whim and wave,
            set your sail in adventurous dreams.

          4. De Jackson

            To Refresh Your Bucks

            ,
            Set your sail in adventurous dreams,
            then save one dollar at a time.
            A frugal soul knows what it means
            to set your sail in adventurous dreams
            but not go broke in get-rich schemes.
            To slowly savor one thin dime,
            just set your sail in adventurous dreams,
            then save one dollar at a time.

          5. Walter J Wojtanik

            BACK TO REFRESH

            You can save one dollar at a time,
            but there’s no guarantee your wealth will soar!
            From the absurd to the sublime,
            you can go ahead and save one word at a time.
            Whether expressed in verbose prose or metered rhyme,
            you heart will yearn to say so much more!
            You can save one dollar at a time,
            but there’s no guarantee your wealth will soar!

          6. De Jackson

            It’s an invigorating career, but there’s just no money in it.

            There’s no guarantee your wealth will soar
            if you decide to become a poet.
            In fact, I really can assure
            you, there’s no guarantee your wealth will soar.
            “Will poem for food” doesn’t work; what’s more:
            you may be one already – you just don’t know it!
            There’s no guarantee your wealth will soar
            if you decide to become a poet.

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