2018 April PAD Challenge: Day 25

For today’s prompt, pick an intriguing and/or seldom-used word, make it the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. If you have a limited vocabulary, try out brabble, dandle, feracious, impavid, lippitude, or vulgus. Or pick up a dictionary or thesaurus.


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Here’s my attempt at an Interesting Word Poem:


hear me howl & yelp
into the darkness
over this moment
receiving your kiss
with the lonely moon
our only witness


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 took the word for his example poem and the example words above all from the book: The Gilded Tongue, by Rod L. Evans, Ph. D.

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281 thoughts on “2018 April PAD Challenge: Day 25

  1. BDP


    No longer everywhere, this drink: behold,
    a lovely spume on top, and here, I’ll hang
    one split-ring lemon on the rim, lip-cold,
    whipped cream with sugared wine. The critics sang
    its praises fifteen hundreds on. Today
    not many of us—north, south, east, or west—
    enjoy a milky sip. Such loss. The way
    of things: tastes change, we leave behind the rest
    who can’t give up. My feet to winter fire,
    I contemplate where might the problem lie,
    perhaps a curdled froth that won’t expire
    when tippling (kind of plastic). Still I’ll buy
    ingredients—it’s choice that makes me strong—
    a syllabub in hand again ere long.

    —B Peters

    Endwords from Shakespeare, Sonnet 73

  2. Michelle Hed


    One thousand nights
    are too few
    to spend with you

    and even in a thousand years
    I could never hope to learn
    all the things that make you yearn

    for I simply wish
    to be with you
    as long as the sky is blue.

  3. MargoL

    I don’t think this had posted on the blog – posting it again.

    ‘Avouch and Foresaid’ (words borrowed from Shakespeare)

    I can avouch
    for that. It was
    foresaid that we
    would buy the house
    we saw. The one
    we always had
    wanted . Bravo.

  4. MaggieIrene


    Bland words slide down
    without need for antacids
    given my simplistic babble level
    so as not to offend one psyche
    comfort food like the gruel
    my mama filled my tummy
    with at four months old
    her goal sweet sleep
    for six hours straight
    but she only could
    if I did too

  5. MargoL

    ‘Avouch and Foresaid’ (words borrowed from Shakespeare)

    I can avouch
    for that. It was
    foresaid that we
    would buy the house
    we saw. The one
    we always had
    wanted . Bravo.

  6. mlibra


    When I was young
    My step-grandma
    She always had a candy drawer
    Full of sweets and sour candies
    Many baked goodies
    As we set up for a movie
    We ravaged the drawer
    Looking for the best ones

  7. LCaramanna


    How you use a #
    determines its meaning,
    The caller pounds # as directed
    by a voice on the telephone,
    A musician reads C# in a measure
    and sharpens that note one half step higher,
    A writer follows an editor’s notation #
    and corrects a mistake by adding a space,
    A computer coder sees # and knows
    everything that follows is a comment,
    A farmer at the market weighs produce
    with high hopes to sell potatoes – 100#,
    Teachers prefer number #2 pencils
    for test takers who hopefully
    won’t be frightened by question #13,
    Social Tweeters need a creative hashtag #
    to entice others #followmeifyoulikeme.
    How you use #
    determines its meaning,
    Those in the know
    use an octothorpe.

    Lorraine Caramanna

  8. Bruce Niedt


    Here I reside, 39 degrees North,
    at the 75th West meridian,
    where daily a poem is issuing forth –
    my output is very quotidian.

    But “quotidian” also means “everyday”,
    “ordinary”, “routine”, even “humdrum”,
    so regularly finding some new things to say
    can get to be quite a conundrum.

    I’ll try to inject more poetical words
    like “gossamer”, “yore” and “obsidian”,
    but flowery language is just for the birds,
    and so, I should think, is “quotidian”.

    There’s no need to make all the language buffs squirm;
    your logic need not be Euclidian,
    to know “everyday” is an everyday term
    used much more each day than “quotidian”.

  9. Nancy Posey


    When the class cracks up in a spontaneous burst of glee,
    one I’m reluctant to quench despite the urgent call
    of pronoun-antecedent agreement or parallel structure.

    We’ve been together seventeen and a half weeks,
    and I know too well the look of eyes glazing over,
    the call of all those text messages and Instagram posts
    hidden but not well in their laps, so when we share
    a light moment, I want to treat it gingerly, and call out
    in my best Father Mulcahy voice, as if addressing
    the whole M*A*S*H* unit instead of college freshman:
    That’s enough of the jocularity for now, folks.

    Dead silence. No one knows Father Mulcahy.
    or M*A*S*H*or the denotation of jocularity,
    though I hope someone has learned enough
    of context clues to guess. But I’ve spoiled a moment
    with vocabulary. Or so I think, until exam day
    when I cut a joke and a small voice in the back
    declares, “We will have no more jocularity!”

  10. Matt


    1. The moment a child is born
    it’s useless little toes are put on the edge
    of a slippery slope.

    2. Slide one way and
    your greatest creation will become a
    milquetoast maladroit
    who cries every time the wind blows
    the wrong way.

    3. I remember the first time that
    I was legitimately vexed with
    my mother-in-law. As a joke,
    she thought it would be funny to
    make my youngest daughter jump the next time
    a bug would be by her.

    My youngest, who was 3 at the time
    didn’t jump. She issued the
    highest pitched noise imaginable.
    It was the sound of dogs
    barking in the distance and
    brains being boiled in their skulls.

    To this day, my youngest will run the other way
    if she encounters a bug bigger
    than a fly.

    4. What my youngest lacked when it came to bugs
    she made up for in derring-do.

    Velocity & Elevation!

    I was no stranger to humming the theme
    from Miami Vice
    when she was on her scooter nor did I hold back
    on the theme from
    2001: A Space Odyssey every time I watched her
    take on any tree that
    her fat little hands could find purchase on.

    5. Slide the other way
    and your precious little bundle
    will grow up to be an
    Impavid swashbuckler
    rocketing towards the grave.


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