PAD Challenge Day 24

poetry month photo for public use

photo curtesy of

    Giving In
The thought
  E X P A N D S
Inside of mE
  like a  h o l l o w  point bullet
the fortitude
       from my flesh.
dissolves like paper iN tHe RaIn.
Any hope for me
April 26, 2018
This is shape poetry. The prompt was to write an anti-form poem. I hope this counts. The first half of this is a line that I have been trying to use for over 2 years now. Tell me what you think, I would really like some feedback on this one!

Timing is Everything



leaves twirl down





  a trapeze


timing is everything



Yep, you guessed it! This poem was inspired by the account and hashtag #ShapePoetry on Twitter. There are some great poetry accounts and great poets on Twitter. There are also poets who encourage other poets. Check it out. It’s a great community. I go missing for months and they are still so supportive when I show back up.

Rebellious Haiku

vines flow and stalks lean
  sending leaves past their boundary
subtle rebellion

  November 1st, 2016


I wrote this after seeing a prompt on #dimpleverse on Twitter. It is meant to be indented and be a visual poem as well as a haiku.

violets,5 o'clock flowers,small flowers,flowers growing out of flowerbed,

Frosted Poetry

tiny icicles,frost,winter,hard grost,iced over,


the old man tells us stories
man tells us stories
of when he was
a boy
before the white
to his face like
hoar frost


I wrote this for a #ShapePoetry prompt on January 15, 2017. The poem’s shape is supposed to remind you of the tiny white frost that sticks up like spikes.

Midsummer Tears


Midsummer Tears

Don’t tell me
When I can have
My mid life crisis

I’ll have a break down
Mid summer
In my mid twenties

I’ll buy red lip stick
Cry until my eye shadow
Runs down my cheek

June 22, 2015

Did you know that a quarterlife crisis is a thing? It happens to people.
This lovely little poem was inspired by a #ShapePoetry prompt on Twitter. I wish I could write for more of their prompts. I love concrete poetry! I just feel so rushed and so drained that I haven’t produced much for a while. NaHaiWriMo in February always refreshes me, maybe Christmas will inspire me when we get closer to it.

Shapes in a Dream


Here is another shape poem. I have been wanting to write more of these, but work has me really busy and I have not been writing as much as I would like to be.

Hither or Yon

woods,trees,green forest,
Somewhere Else
Not Here
……Not There
…Nor Over There
.Not Hither
…..Or Yon
..Just Somewhere Else

I wrote this for a Shape Poetry prompt on Twitter. Originally it did not have the periods in it, but I could not get it to format correctly without them so I had to use them in this post.

Last Times ~ shape poetry

So I am super excited!! I wrote a poem last night that was shape poetry. I love shape poetry and have been trying to do it with long poems for years, and failing. Maybe if I try it with micropoetry I will have better success; what do you think? There is an account on Twitter that tweets out prompts for shape (or visual or concrete) poetry on Saturdays and Sunday’s, check them out HERE 

Grudge | A Poem

cloudy snowy day, trees in winter



The monster creeps in unnoticed

He wraps his long fingers around your arm

And you are powerless to stop the anger


You feel the bile rise in your stomach

The boiling begins

You taste it in your throat


Before you know it

The monster speaks for you

Words cutting like whips


The tears fall and last words are heard

Doors slam and silence ensues

The monster now controls you all


The phone silent mocks you

The monster joins in

He repeats words said


He keeps replaying the scene in your mind

Even as you get into bed

He assures you your words were right


So you listen to the monster

Shutting out the animal of reason

The bird of reality flies by


Years later the monster’s fingers lose grip

What were the words again

What was it that was so upsetting


Without the monster it’s hard to remember

When you stop being angry it’s hard to remember

When you pry away the grudge’s fingers

There was nothing there after all

I tried to write/format this poem to where the stanzas looked like monster fingers. What do you think??

Today’s prompt for NaBloPoMo is: If you could permanently get rid of one worry, what would it be?

Wow! That is really hard because I have Generalized Anxiety Disorder and I worry over tons of stuff every day. And I can’t help it, and I can’t make it stop. I can’t cut triggers out or avoid the problem because I get anxious over every thing that could affect me or my family. I worry about: if my trees are going to survive the winter, if I have taught my son enough social skills, about the US Economy, how I am going to get through college, are there enough missionaries in Asia, and what should I cook for dinner tonight? And that’s just what goes through my head before I drop off my son at school. If I could permanently fix my brain so that I did not worry about 1 thing ever again, I guess I would pick…. yeah I can’t pick. They all seem large and important and if I don’t worry will I ever fix everything? Will I ever be good enough? Will I ever change anything for the better if I am not concerned enough to act? If I let go of a worry like “Is my church group doing enough?” or “Do I know enough about foreign politics?” or “Whose pictures should hang in the living room?” will I be able to be a good person?