2017 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 26

Only 4 days after today’s poem. Let’s finish strong!

For today’s prompt, write a shine poem. People can shine. Shoes can shine. You can shine a light on someone or something. The sun shines; the moon reflects that shine; and so on. Let’s shine through our poems today.

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Here’s my attempt at a Shine Poem:

“sometimes the best”

sometimes the best way to shine
is to shake the rust off and break
through the stars no one thought

could be touched in the first place
& sometimes the worst breaks
lead to the next obstacle to take

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Robert Lee Brewer is Senior Content Editor of the Writer’s Digest Writing Community and author of the poetry collection, Solving the World’s Problems (Press 53). He edits Poet’s Market and Writer’s Market, in addition to writing a free weekly WritersMarket.com newsletter and a poetry column for Writer’s Digest magazine.

He tries to shine through the thick and thin.

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187 thoughts on “2017 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 26

  1. Brandi Noelle

    She Shines

    She shines like the sun
    This daughter of mine
    The moment I first held her
    I felt the stars align
    She shines like an angel
    My sweet little girl
    With her radiant smile
    And spirals of golden curls
    She shines with grace
    Dancing across the floor
    Her leaps and twirls amaze
    For the tender age of four
    She shines with confidence
    A true performer at heart
    Singing proud with all her might
    Always the one who knows her part
    She shines with strength
    Feisty to her very core
    Independent and fierce
    With these tools, she will soar
    She shines with love
    My affectionate one
    Hugs and kisses abound
    Amongst her laughter and fun
    She shines like the sun
    And I have no doubt
    This overwhelming love
    Is what motherhood is all about

    She shines

  2. seingraham

    SHINEY NEW LIFE

    I am gazing at a perfect face;
    my new grand-daughter’s.
    She is less than twenty-four
    hours old, asleep in my arms,
    and her tiny flawless face
    is serene as the lake shining
    beyond our window.

    So still is she as she slumbers,
    I keep checking her wee chest.
    Yes—it rises ever so slightly
    and occasionally, her rosebud lips
    twitch into a half-smile.
    I swear it’s a smile because
    a dimple creases her cheek

    whenever she does this.
    Her grandfather has the deepest
    dimples I have ever seen;
    she must have inherited
    hers from him.

  3. bmorrison9

    A Winter Person

    That’s me.
    Lover of snow
    and crisp mornings
    and bare-boned trees.
    Oh, I’m more than okay
    with cherry blossoms
    and full-blown peonies,
    but summer sends me
    into hiding. The sun
    is poison
    to my freckled skin
    and difficult eyes.

    But in this new
    northern town,
    in these dark
    November days,
    sun pouring in
    gleaming
    on yellow birch floors,
    warming the windowseat
    where the old cat sleeps,
    is welcome
    as strong tea in the morning
    and a down comforter at night.

  4. LCaramanna

    The Bridal Salon

    White dresses,
    each more beautiful than the first,
    waited in silent anticipation
    suspended on velvet hangers
    for consideration.

    White dresses,
    each more beautiful than the first,
    appeared with style, elegance, and grace
    as the bride-to-be
    considered the possibilities
    with critical reflections in the mirror.

    One dress spoke to her in whispers
    of perfection in
    just the right glitter,
    just the right lace,
    just the right shimmer, silk, and swirl
    for a walk down the aisle
    and a twirl on the dance floor
    on a wedding day.
    Tears of joy
    added to her shine
    as she said yes to the perfect dress.

    Lorraine Caramanna

  5. KM

    26.
    We put up Christmas lights yesterday. A first for us. Another change made for our girls. A way to make their faces glow like they do when we’re out driving after dark, and they compete to see who can shout it first, ‘Look at that one!’ pointing to every glittering tree. Every light-trimmed gable. I smile, even though I don’t feel it the same way they do. Think of that Pink Floyd song and wonder, do I actually remember being young? Shining like the sun. Maybe a diamond, until I reached for the secret too soon. Innocence, yes it glows. We all need a reminder sometimes. A shimmer in the cold night.

    – Kim Mannix
    http://www.makesmesodigress.com

  6. cobanionsmith

    Sevenling (Moon between Earth)

    Moon between Earth and sun,
    darkness in daylight, cellestial
    awe reflected face to face.

    Telescope pointed at the sky,
    microscope at a drop of water–
    stardust floats in every teardrop.

    In the deep dark, all little light shines back again.

    Courtney O’Banion Smith
    @cobanionsmith

  7. candy

    O Christmas Tree

    we trudge through snowy fields
    searching for that “perfect” tree
    not too tall
    not too wide
    not too perfect

    we untangle
    strings of twinkling lights
    and find ourselves tied
    up in k(nots) –
    we’re not doing this again

    fancy glass bulbs hang
    beside homemade reindeer
    jingle bells tinkle
    from branches – sticky
    with pine resin

    we sigh and even curse
    just a little
    wondering why we
    bother, year after year
    then she comes
    bounding down the stairs
    eyes shining brightly

    and we know

  8. Earl Parsons

    Shiny, Blinding, and Bright
    #seventeensyllablesfortwentyseventeen

    I took off my hat
    In the bright sunshine
    My balding head was blinding

    Cresting the hill
    In the dark of night
    Oncoming headlights on bright

    Sailors of old
    When nearing the rocks
    Were warned away
    By the lighthouse

    “Oh, the sun shines bright
    On my Old Kentucky Home,”
    Or so the song says

    The season of seventeen syllables
    Is coming to a close soon

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