PAD 23: The Last Time I Read Shakespeare

The last time I read Shakespeare, 

I was a different person, 

And yet that was just two weeks ago. 

But the act of reading, changes you, 

And the act of living, and dying,  changes

Everything. 

And sometimes, two weeks

Is a lifetime and still

Not long enough. 

I’d like to return to the hope

Of two weeks ago 

The same way I can

Return to Shakespeare. 
(PAD challenge prompt for April 23, Shakespeare’s birthday,  is “Last_____”)

PAD 20: Task

TASK
When the time comes,
You’ll be up to the task
That until this moment
You could not even
Imagine.
But you don’t want
To to know that
You are up to the task
Because that means
The time has come
And he is gone
And you are still here
Handling the tasks at hand.

{April 20th PAD challenge prompt: write about a task.)

PAD 9: So Many Poems Left to Write

First it’s a busy day, 

Then it’s a difficult prompt. 

Before you know it, 

There are too many holes

In your Poem-a-Day challenge. 

And you begin to realize why

You have felt so 

Off, so not yourself, 

Because for several days you

Have merely lived. 

You have not reacted

To the world around you

To the world within you;

You have not created

The world through your words, 

And it has thrown you

Off kilter, and

Out of sync. 

And,  it’s not just in April

That there are poems waiting

To be written. 

Every day is an opportunity

To see the world anew, 

To be creative, to be you, 

To change the world. 

That’s the power of poetry. 
(Poem-a-day challenge prompt for April 9th: “So ______”)

PAD 13: A Family of Friends

Friends,  colleagues grown closer

Over shared supper fresh from the

Oven,  lovingly prepared and always

Delicious.  Silence descends over the

Company when the food is served. Yet, 

Laughter and light and banter and

Understanding pervade the evening and the time

Between our monthly gatherings. 
(The prompt for April 13th is to write a family poem. )

PAD 21: Train

Hear the bells, signalling 

Its arrival.

Clang, clang clang

The gates come down, 

No more access, no entry

No exit. 

Clatter, clatter, clatter

Down the track and into the station.  

The doors whoosh open. 

You step on. 

It takes you where you’re going

But also away from where you are. 

PAD 18: Life in the Face of Death

Today’s prompt is another two-fer (three-fer): life, death, or both.  Let’s live well despite the inevitability of death.

Life in the Face of Death

 

No matter how often we sweep

No matter how well

Dust and dirt always find their way

Back over the threshold.

 

Yet, we continue to sweep

And open the window

Which lets the light in, so

The dust motes dance.

PAD 15: One Time

This prompt is to write a “one time” poem.

One Tme

 

Just this one time, I wish

I wish they would listen.

But like the sound of a wife’s voice

To a husband’s ear,

The teacher’s voice floats over and around

The students in their seats,

And they cannot hear that

Which can fly them to new frontiers.

But perhaps, just perhaps,

This One Time,

Someone has heard

Someone has listened

And that someone will soar.

PAD 16: Fool-Proof Filing System

Yesterday’s prompt was “(Blank) System.” Since today I ran into a situation in which I could not find what I needed because I had “put it somewhere safe,” I decided to write about filing.

Fool-proof Filing System

 

Each cog in the machine must

Fit smoothly and cleanly into the next

Or the gear grinds to a halt.

So too the desk must be a clean space

With files neatly organized and in reach,

Or the work grinds to a halt.

Each item has its place, each file its purpose,

Neatly labeled, well thought out

To find again on a moment’s notice

A fool-proof system with one draw back:

I am no fool.