R.L.B PAD COUNTDOWN: T-MINUS 2

Robert Lee Brewer of the Writer’s Digest’s Poetic Asides has begun a “count down” to his annual April Poem-a-Day challenge this year.

My plan, if I can keep up with it, is to daily provide a link to Robert’s prompts here at Bloomings.  If you care to share your P.A.-prompted poems daily here, you are more than welcome to do so. We can interact and encourage one another easily here.

Here is the link to today’s prompt, “Write a hope poem”Poetic Asides April PAD Countdown:  T-minus 2

Connect, keep healthy, and poem on!

22 thoughts on “R.L.B PAD COUNTDOWN: T-MINUS 2

  1. A NEW LYRIC FOR AN OLD TUNE

    If good King Wenceslas were here
    in these days of fearing,
    he probably would counsel cheer,
    for brighter times are nearing:
    “Mark ye well, this all will end,
    despite your fears so cruel;
    to each other be a friend,
    using hope as fuel.”

  2. Faith/Hope Chain

    Faith named her daughter Hope.
    Faith’s Facebook posts have lately been all hope.
    Hope is bouncing off the walls.
    Hope fills the bathtub and refrigerator.
    Refrigerator hope, packaged to stay fresh.
    Refrigerator hope: Delivered to your door.
    Door by door the masked driver delivers.
    Door after door opens to the sun.
    Sun—all light— seems strangely alien.
    Sun, whose healing properties we take on faith.

      • It’s a weird place, Marie Elena. But in fact one of my stepkids has a daughter named Hope (though her mother’s not Faith, but Leslie, and it is Leslie who has been posting poems of hope on Facebook all month.) I can’t remember the name for that form, two lines end with the same word, and the last word of the second is the beginning of the next pair. It gives a nice frame, but going on too long can get sticky.

  3. “Hope is being able to see that there is light despite all of the darkness.” – Desmond Tutu

    Hope

    We have little need of hope
    in the good times and even
    besmirch its honor at those
    times by hoping for more
    good times, good things, good feelings…

    But let the hard times roll
    in like a plague of locust
    eating away our happiness
    then we call on hope
    good times, good things, good feelings…

    Sometimes, I think we don’t
    know what hope really is
    it is tied too much to comfort
    of the physical and not spiritual
    good times, good things, good feelings…

    Hope is not a dream, a wish, a longing
    belonging to the ephemeral things,
    but of the, and in the eternal things

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  5. H
    O
    P
    E

    Promise

    There is this book which has been
    following me around for weeks now.
    Actually, not following so much as
    accompanying, fitting nicely in
    my hand, or atop my desk,
    in the room I share with a cat.
    The book is important.
    That’s why I bought it.
    It is about hope,
    and also about the mind,
    about laughing at,
    but not making an enemy
    of the latter.
    I say that’s what it is about,
    but I don’t know for sure,
    only what the dust jacket blurb says.
    I can’t seem to get by the introduction,
    not in my room, nor outside,
    heck, not even at the library,
    since it’s closed for the duration.
    My core seems obdurate in
    its resistance to change, or growth.
    I will say that, pages unread,
    that book seems still to be
    having an impact.
    I think about hope all the time.
    A good thing, too, since
    I have forever friends who
    will not see year’s end,
    In the greater scheme of things,
    I’m a pretty small fish in
    a very big pond, or, at most,
    like one of those salmon,
    returning to their place of creation,
    encountering resistance at every turn.
    I hope this hope thing is
    not overrated. The book is heavy,
    the thoughts too, sometimes.

  6. “Turn your eyes upon Jesus. Look full in His wonderful face, and the things of earth will grow strangely dim, in the light of His glory and grace.” From the hymn The Heavenly Vision, by Helen Howarth Lemmel

    HOPE, FULFILLED (may be sung)

    Dear writer, your hymn born of life’s woes
    through blindness and heartache, composed,
    gives name to our risen Messiah,
    His purpose on earth to disclose.

    Turn our eyes to You, Jesus –
    Redeemer, Messiah, and Friend.
    Give us ears to hear; give us sight to see
    that through You, we’re no longer condemned.

    Redemption is ours in Christ Jesus,
    His death restored life to our soul.
    This Sinless One bore our transgressions,
    And these “not in part, but the whole.”

    Turn our eyes to You, Jesus –
    Redeemer, Messiah, and Friend.
    Give us ears to hear; give us sight to see
    that through You, we’re no longer condemned.

    No need to be summoning hope now.
    No need to have courage instilled.
    No need for our guilt to oppress us,
    for Christ is our promise, fulfilled.

    Turn our eyes to You, Jesus –
    Redeemer, Messiah, and Friend.
    Give us ears to hear; give us sight to see
    that through You, we’re no longer condemned.

    © Marie Elena Good, 2020

  7. Waiting for Germination

    Those seeds drilled their root into moistness,
    into the dark warmth of the earth, and
    as those gloomy days passed along,
    as the sun passed days to the moon,
    and daffodils had the world to themselves,

    I lived in hope.
    Of nature.
    Of life
    Of germination.

    We live for the end of one season to next,
    knowing every song has its final note.
    And when green seemed so uncertain,
    three seeds revealed their leaves like
    surfacing fish that gasp for air.

    The Amarillo chilli seeds
    were growing. Delicate,
    and green,
    and cheering for light.

    • Misk, you beautiful talented soul, you! Love this!

      “and daffodils had the world to themselves” makes me smile.

      And yes, cheering for the light with you!

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