2018 April PAD Challenge Day 30: ‘Eyes Half Open’ #aprpad

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Day 30’s promptWrite a ‘closing time’ poem.

So here we are at the end of another year’s April PAD Challenge…and a fitting prompt for the last day. Writing has been a great therapeutic release for me this month, more than ever really, and certain poems probably shed light on my current state of mind. Whatever the future brings, I hope you enjoy the last poem of the month, and have enjoyed the others too…the fun of revising/rewriting still to come…

Eyes Half Open

My eyes have been open
But have I really been awake?
Day after day, the same place
Seeing it, but not noticing
The things that others do
Who have not yet known the contempt
Of familiars thrown at their face
Until the will to engage, sadly fades.

Too much time I have dawdled through,
Making excuses not to depart,
Even though staying and waiting
Is like a knife to an aching heart.
The fear of change held me back
But no more will I bend to that hold,
For the leap into the great unknown
Is lesser pain, than remaining and regretting.

I curse myself for being half-awake,
The careless lapses and mistakes
That I have let myself make
In a world blurred and murky to me,
Tell myself I am in control
Of my own path and fate
And that no one else can dictate
My role in life’s shifting stage.

My eyes truly widen again,
Now seeing a distant light,
A signal that is time to go,
Make the change long delayed,
Close this door and open the next
Before it is too late.
Behind it is redemption
For too long not paying attention.

Last year’s poem for Day 30: ‘The Sweet Release’

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2018 April PAD Challenge Day 29: ‘The Human Way’ #aprpad

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Day 29’s promptWrite a ‘response’ poem (i.e. a ‘response’ to an earlier poem of the month).

This prompt is always an interesting one…I chose to write a ‘response’ to the poem I wrote for Day 18…a more uplifting take this time…

The Human Way

Don’t see days as a prison,
Please don’t run away
From the life you’ve made,
There is another way…

I know dates drive you crazy,
The cruel and harsh deadlines
And the dreaded, sinking feeling
Of time slipping helplessly away…

But this ‘forest’ you wish to escape to
Where time finally stands still
Is simply a fiction, a fantasy,
That cannot ever come to fruition…

We have to make the best of it here,
Accept our often middling lot
And just jolly well get on with it,
With hope keeping us sane…

You could share it with me,
Get through it together,
Comply to the dreary day-to-day
While still sticking two fingers up to the world…

That is what being human is,
Nothing more, nothing less,
The strength to grin and bear it
Makes for an easier job of it…

So stay here with me,
We can silently rebel here,
Mock the world in our minds
For our precious remaining years.

Last year’s poem for Day 29: ‘Blinded by Measures’

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2018 April PAD Challenge Day 28: ‘The New Wave’ #aprpad (catch up!)

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Day 28’s prompt: Take the phrase “(blank) Wave,” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.

And here’s Saturday’s….

The New Wave

I step into a familiar sea
The water roaring softly,
A calming song, calling to me,
But there is something different today,
A change in the bracing air
As well as the chilling ripples
That cascade over my body,
A new wave has come now,
Refreshing a waning spirit
And reclaiming fading energy.
It washes now over me,
With fierce will and intent,
Whether the change is in the tide
Or simply in state of mind,
I have still found precious peace
In the tranquil aura of the sea.

Last year’s poem for Day 28: ‘Those Smells Sweet and Strange’ (A Haiku)

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2018 April PAD Challenge Day 27: ‘Stories Without Glory’ #aprpad (catch up!)

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Day 27’s promptWrite a ‘story’ poem.

Playing catch-up with these – been a busy few days at work and I also went to see Avengers: Infinity War (which is AMAZING, by the way…), so here is the poem from Friday…a shout out to those of us who are not natural-born storytellers…

Stories Without Glory

‘What’s your story?’
I find myself asked
Suddenly and sharply,
As if we’re expected
To be exciting characters
Complete with gripping backstory,
Concealing tales of woe
And lost love, regretted hate
Behind a world-weary face.
They want a grand storyteller,
Spinning the yarns with ease,
Clear beginnings, middles and ends
With suspense in all the right places
And twists and turns aplenty.

Instead, they’ll need to settle
For shaky, stuttering recollections
With messy and tenuous tangents
And no clear structure or reason.
I’m sorry I can’t weave wonder
From dithering, awkward encounters
But that is the scattered reality
Which is decidedly dull, spoken aloud
Until it is wrapped in more considered words,
In the splendour of being written down.

Last year’s poem for Day 27: ‘A Day in the Life of a Drunken Buffoon’

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2018 April PAD Challenge Day 26: ‘Sharing the Mundane #aprpad

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Day 26’s prompt: Write a ‘relationship’ poem.

Some slightly adult content towards the middle, to warn you – but its mainly wrapped in poetic imagery 😉 Enjoy…

Sharing the Mundane

They’d had their crazy days,
When the simple act of meeting
Was in itself a wild thrill,
Time stolen and savoured,
That release from lonely routine
Lifted them both, as they sat together
Talking about nothing, quiet and serene.
But urges always simmered beneath
And in random silence, came that kiss,
Inevitably leading to the primal act,
The front room becoming a sheer jungle
Of sweaty, animalistic desire,
Both names moaned in tribal chant,
Love burning like a lustful fire.
Afternoons were then spent bare
Without a care, in cradling arms
The world and its worries could wait a while.

Years then faded and blurred together,
From crazy days, to comfortable stage
The other’s face seen everyday,
A single roof always shared,
The tedium of bills and chores
Now takes centre stage.
Acts of love have become routine,
The same expected ritual,
The familiar touch and rhythm,
Generally confined to the bedroom
When time and energy allows.
But the love is still alight inside,
Passing the test of initial attraction
Becoming something deeper, and more
Than a brief, fleeting satisfaction.

Last year’s poem for Day 26: ‘Weekend State of Mind’

Another poem I feel I should use as a point of reference next time I get overly anxious or worked up about things…

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2018 April PAD Challenge Day 25: ‘The Prognosticators’ #aprpad

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Thought this was a suitably creepy image!

Day 25’s prompt: Pick an intriguing and/or seldom-used word, make it the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.

So for this one I found myself randomly thinking about the word ‘prognosis’ – it can be considered not as widely known or as used as ‘diagnosis’…and a little research led me to find out that ‘prognostication’, and in turn, ‘prognosticator’ are words as well! I also found it interesting that a once strictly medical term had widened in definition over the years, to now mean it refers to the forecast/predictions of experts in many different areas. So I hope you enjoy the resulting poem, borne of a word that I’ve always found fun to both write and say… (just something about the sound of it – so delicious! Ahem…)

The Prognosticators

Wise men watch the world
With close, cynical observation
Making their little calculations
And considering each implication.
Some forecast the falling numbers
That leave suited titans in rags,
Others warn again and again
In vain, of the warming around us all,
Their dark predictions sadly outweigh
Any celebration or joyous days.
Experts in all areas now cry doom
Claiming a title once strictly medical;
The rational scientific prospect
Anticipated by calming doctors
Is now turned prophecy to deaf ears
By the great prognosticators
Who attempt to save the world
From inconvenient catastrophe,
But who will stop and listen
When so many hide in denial?

Last year’s poem for Day 25: ‘Alone Together’

These are still very much the precious moments I live for…

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2018 April PAD Challenge Day 24: ‘Hiding Behind Glass’ #aprpad

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Day 24’s prompt: Write a roundelay, OR an anti-form poem.

Sooo…after looking at the attached guide to what a roundelay is, I decided to be brave and give it a go (my usual thoughts about form are well documented). This is my first attempt at one, so it was a little tricky, making sure the lines resonate in each of their positions, but I hope you enjoy…

Hiding Behind Glass

I ask who I am, because I don’t know
Maybe I’ve been living a lie
In time the truth will show
If I take that first step outside
And still I sit by the window
Seeking an answer from the sky

In time the truth will show
If I take that first step outside
I’d find a path where the wind blows
See the world with grounded eyes
And still I sit by the window
Seeking an answer from the sky

I’d find a path where the wind blows
See the world with grounded eyes
I’d dispel the distracting clouds
By clearing them from my mind
And still I sit by the window
Seeking an answer from the sky

I’d dispel the distracting clouds
By clearing them from my mind
I ask who I am, because I don’t know
Maybe I’ve been living a lie
And still I sit by the window
Seeking an answer from the sky

Last year’s poem for Day 24: The Twin Sisters’ Light

Well…my own poem ended up giving me a much needed mood-lifter this morning…really should follow my own advice more often…

Like this poem? Read more in my first poetry collection, ‘The Awakening’, avaliable NOW!

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