April 6th Poems
Today’s prompt involves recording all the details of your day and generating a poem from that material. To make the poem interesting, you probably do NOT want to just list out everything from the beginning of the day to the end. But then again, you could prove me wrong on that–list poems can be very effective and engaging when done right.
Sundays we go to church sometimes
unless we’re sleeping in.
But our child was sick last night.
Is it really such a sin?
I care for her in one way,
husband in another.
Feed the dogs, then the cats,
and don’t forget the horses.
I still have to go to church today
’cause it’s my turn to count the money.
I sneak in after mass
though I doubt I’m fooling father.
After that I cruise to town.
We need cream cheese, you see.
But I stop at a friend’s along the way.
Turns out she’s got the needed item, but
we drive off anyway.
Put the top down, enjoy the breeze, and chat,
go to view some model houses
that it turns out are abandoned.
I drop her off and head back home
to help clean out the freezer.
Hubby mentions a good sale on jeans,
so I fly out the door again
to go and spend some money.
Get back in time to tidy up and make supper.
It’s our night for pasta.
Play some games, maybe chess.
Thread a needle, sew the communion dress.
Clean some more and wipe the floor,
feed the dogs again.
Watch AFV, read a story,
now it’s time for bed.
No, time for the computer.
Help edit a friend’s work.
A glass of wine, brush my teeth,
slide in between the sheets.
Crack a book as long as I can
and finally turn out the light.
–Candace
Sunday Details
5:00 a.m.
Dizzy.
Coffee to jump-start.
Hurry off to church.
Escape to basement level–church’s media hub.
Hide in close-captioning room.
Read and pray.
He directs for tv.
Rush upstairs to second service.
Listen to unconventional music.
Contemporary.
Hear the message–”Children, obey your parents.”
Hope daughter is listening.
Drive home in the sun.
Warm finally!
Take Highway Y–his “Peace Trail.”
Meet several motorcycles at intersection.
Engage in familiar/friendly fight:
“No, I don’t want you to get a motorcycle.”
Arrive home.
Prepare tacos.
Eat.
Unwind.
Nap.
Popcorn, anyone?
Mindless tv until bed.
Late night cup of tea.
Nothing left for literary pursuits.
–Amy
(daily details)
A DAY IN THE LIFE OF . . .
The sun burnishes the rim of the world.
Earth turning on its axis.
The Earth follows its predestined path.
And our galaxy,
Of which we are a tiny part,
Spins in a universal unknown
Amid other galaxies, also spinning.
The power of Creation,
Stars being born,
Others dying.
Cosmic collisions, dark matter,
The existence of black holes and quarks.
One great overwhelming mystery that challenges.
And I lay warm and contented,
The covers pulled up to my chin
And my arms embracing the warmth of my love.
It is quiet outside.
Am I going to arise?
Screw it.
April 11th, 2008 at 5:26 am