PAD 2022 – Day 6

Today there were two prompts to choose from: “message in a bottle” or write an acrostic poem where each line starts with a word that, when read down, reads as its own line of original or classic poetry, or a headline, etc.

I had energy to do short poems for both (or maybe I was just procrastinating…).

The first, a “message in a bottle” micro:

my

message in a bottle

sent blank

rescue

is an easier word

to say than accept

And the second, with war and atrocity so heavy on my mind, I wrote an acrostic (below) that takes title and line inspiration from “The Soldier” by Rupert Brooke, which you can read here.

In Some Corner of a Foreign Field

If there is one benefit of war, to the snarling wounds of those who are caught,

I can’t see it. I will never forget her hand, edge of the photograph cutting off what

should be grasping a hot latte, or brushing her son’s hair before school. Thriving. To

die is always our fate, but not like this. No one should. When I can’t

think about it anymore — (she was wearing a watch, a wedding band) — can’t have

only these images of life stilled, stopped, in

this most horrifying way, I turn up my music, sweep the floor, make a list

of everything I need on my weekly grocery run, wallow in some life of

me that seems, now, utterly selfish and necessary.

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PAD 2022 – Day 5

Today I chose to go with the 30/30 prompt “borderline.” I tried my hand at a short acrostic, both because I am a bit busy today, and because I was a little stuck. Sometimes working with the constraints of a form is exactly what I need to get something written.

Acrostic

Beyond any reason, we’re

ordered into thinking the

right way to shape humanity is

demarcation. Classification. Our stake

ends here, yours there. Do not cross.

Remember your place.

Learn tribalism. Othering.

In here we are one

nation, do not divide us,

except from them.

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