I Took the Road Not Taken and Found the Other Path.
The road not taken was beneath my feet
The grass was not trodden down
Because I was not going to be beat
My mission to be something I would complete
I was not the only one trying to get out of that town
The paths twisted like the gnarled branches of an oak
But I maintained that I had chose
As around me I pulled my cloak
The grass was green and not a single blade broke
It felt good on my toes
To have both lives was to cheat
But in chasing the dreams I was told to chase
I dreamt about the path with a rear facing seat
To wear high heels upon my feet
I could not walk down to that place
It is ages since I have made the call
What I found was I did not have to choose one
Through the underbrush I did not crawl
It was just one path after all
The roads twisted together and I found the sun
So I have been working on this poem for a while. Around a year actually. When I do stanzas with patterns it always trips me up. The prompt from the PAD challenge inspired me to finish it today; the prompt was to write a looking back poem. Do you know the poem that originally inspired me? I had a couple of really great lines come to me for this poem but I just couldn’t get them into the flow of the poem so I left them out. “It was just one path that twisted back on itself” was a line that I felt I had to cut. Have you ever written a poem as a nod to a great piece of literature?
in their first year
hollyhocks look novel
waiting for this spring
So many things look small or insignificant in their first year. Do you have any plants that take a year or more to mature?
cows moo in the field
birds shriek from a nearby tree
what are they saying
we call it a symphony
I wonder if it’s a rant
So I finally picked a word and wrote a poem for it. Once again, we had to pick a word and make it the title. We were given a list of words to choose from, they were words invented by Shakespeare. Apparently he basically invented over 1,700 words, 800 of which we still use in the English language today.
Sketch from Thomas Hart Benton
I hear the flowers
and the people are different
across the blue sea
I hear they sing different songs
I bet I can learn the words
Today’s prompt or challenge, was to write an across the sea poem. Since I have never crossed the sea I was worried I wouldn’t be able to write a poem today. But then I just wrote about that. So here ya go, hope it isn’t too simple or bland. Have you ever crossed a sea?
the moment that
everything goes wrong
flower’s snapped stem
Today’s PAD Challenge was to write about a moment. That is what haiku does so I wrote a haiku again instead of a tanka. I did get some cinquain poetry wrote this month so I am pretty happy about that. I have also written a poem every day this month, and I actually wrote multiple poems on a few different days. How is your writing going?
Don’t write it right, just write it—and then make it right later. -Tara Moss
The thing I like about writing challenges like the PAD Challenge, or any 30 day writing challenge, is that you are forced to get something down that day. I think it is good for writers to participate in challenges. I think it hones your existing skills, and helps you to develop new ones. If you agree or disagree, tell me why in the comments below.
broken men crawl
back from what we say was
an honorable and great thing,
So today’s prompt for the PAD Challenge was to write a historic poem. It could be a poem about a landmark event, specific battle, an era in time, or whatever you consider a historic happening. I decided to write about something that people don’t seem to talk about. Our country was at war for 13 years and people didn’t seem to notice. Our service men and women were committing suicide at an alarming rate and no one seemed to notice or talk about it. I always thought that most service men and women knew that fighting for our country was a great thing and they didn’t need to feel bad about anything that happened over there. But just telling someone that they are a good person and to forget about the bad things that they saw isn’t enough. They have made a Veterans Crisis Line and began reaching out to vets. I had decided at the first of this year that I wanted to write more poetry that meant something, poetry that was about more than a fleeting moment. So I wrote this cinquain today, for every vet that came back with PTSD or any guilt.
it is the nature
of the phlox to spread throughout
those who bemoan humanity
act like only humans takeover
Yesterday should have been super easy for me – However I was sick. So even though I write about nature all of the time. I had trouble deciding if my poem was good or not. I decided to compare the nature of plants with human nature. What do you think?
Undone by a Word
My hair undone by a word
My dress undone by a word
The moon glows brighter
And the night quieter
Entranced by a word
I wrote this small stones poem for a Friday Phrases prompt on Twitter (#FP). I thought this month would be a good time to share it. Do you have any poems you’ve written about a single word?
not a hollyhock
definitely not hosta
I hope this becomes
a morning glory vine
and not a weed that strangles
It was “Two for Tuesday” again on the Poetic Asides blog which hosts the 2015 April PAD Challenge. Today we could have written two poems, we were challenged to write a “what you are” poem or a “what you are not” poem. I wrote one about not knowing, but knowing what I don’t want. What was the last challenge that you met and completed?
Once again, today’s challenge was hard for me. I wanted to stick to a theme this year by writing a tanka or a cinquain every day, but I have had to use haiku a few times. Since today we are supposed to start by picking a title, I cannot do a haiku because haiku do not have titles. Tanka and cinquain are supposed to have a one-word title that acts as a 6th line. But today I am not feeling the free verse, so I am going to write a tanka with a long title. What do you think?
My flowerbed, the stress reliever.
when problems pop up
jump into the flowerbed
rip up weeds until
the stress of today’s problem
is buried beneath the dirt
nakedly laying on the ground
somehow the rhizomes survived
I am pretty happy with this haiku. I am moving closer and closer to being able to write my haiku in one line. When Japanese poets wrote a haiku they wrote them in one line that was flush left. How is your writing going?