Welcome April! A poet’s favorite month! 🙂

DAY 25 prompt from Robert Lee Brewer of Poetic Asides:  Write a remix poem.  (“That is, take one (or more) of your poems from earlier this month and remix it. Make a free verse poem into a villanelle. Or condense a sestina into a haiku or senryu. Or forget form. Just completely jumble up the words…or respond to the original poem(s).”)
Link to Poetic Asides PAD Challenge Day 25

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Welcome to April, Bloomers! We’re glad you are here! We will provide Robert’s 2020 April Poem-a-Day Challenge prompts right here at Poetic Bloomings each day.  We will suspend our own Sunday prompts during April, in favor of simply poeming alongside the WD Poetic Asides group.

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Connect, keep healthy, and poem on!

36 thoughts on “2020 APRIL POEM-A-DAY PROMPT #25


    In the desert, whilst musing on Clio
    alongside an ancient dried rio,
    my muse was no help
    and I uttered a yelp
    when I backed to a dry ocotillo.

    NB: Playing with yesterday’s submission.

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    For this remix, I am tacking on to Day 24’s Age Old Truth…

    Still the Truth

    I seldom look back,
    thinking about change,
    those things in my life
    I might rearrange.
    At this point, I’ve earned
    my Old Man attitude.
    When I pray now, they’re
    always prayers of gratitude.
    I consciously sit, having
    arrived at my elderly station,
    look at my life with
    awe and appreciation.
    When beautiful things
    approach, pass on by,
    I give them a smile,
    a satisfied sigh.

  3. Found poetry from “https://poetrybydebi.wordpress.com/2020/04/21/a-mishmash-of-love/

    A Spent Fire

    a poet is especially grateful For
    a mad sunflower that forgets
    in silence

    love, an old story, hurts like hell
    Love… Is the conjunction And opposition
    of the ocean of memories.

    we are.
    we have tarried A little moment.
    at the end of all quiet ashes fall

  4. A Comfy Sort Of Adventure
    (using lines from previous poems)

    Someday, when she is old,
    she will accomplish something.
    She may never get to take a trip to Spain
    or a journey of survival, but she might
    go to a poetry reading
    purely for her own selfish pleasure,
    pack a bag with socks and pajamas and unmentionables
    (there will be no rhyme or reason)
    add a little mystery to her day,
    a trail of breadcrumbs beckoning her.
    For now, she sits in a comfy chair,
    adventure found within the pages of a book and
    she is happy there

  5. Someday, When I’m An Old woman
    (variation of day 9)

    The sun came out today
    and with it the old women of the neighborhood,
    In their garden clogs, sun hats, and capris –
    the unofficial uniform of their retirement.
    They weed and deadhead until
    their flower beds are magazine worthy.
    Only then do they gather on Dorothy’s
    patio, under an umbrella, to sip iced tea,
    complain about the old men and the neighbor’s
    cat that digs in their mulch, then, suddenly, disappear
    into their houses, to return when the sun comes out again.
    Someday, when I am an old woman,
    I will join them.

  6. My remix is from a couple days ago for the prompt, “Social _____”. I decided to take it from another point of view.

    Social Reengineering Remix
    The Other Point-Of-View

    Please, God!! No more rules!!
    Leave us to our own understanding!!
    We can take it from here!

    We have Your instruction book
    Collecting dust on the shelf
    If we need help, we’ll dust it off

    We’ve been through tragedies before
    We’ve survived wars and famine
    Hurricanes and earthquakes and more

    And we’ll get through this pandemic
    We have the wealth and knowledge to
    Overcome this invisible enemy

    It’s a worldwide pandemic that will need
    The entire world in on the solutions
    Who are we to think we should lead?

    And that man in the White House that
    Some say You put in for such a time as this?
    Do You expect us to rely on his leadership?

    We’ll follow the world leaders because
    Together they know what’s best for all
    Surely they wouldn’t lead us astray

    There’s a great idea for a vaccine and
    An identifier that becomes permanent
    What could be wrong with that system?

    We’ll tag the panicked masses with a chip
    So we can know who is and who isn’t
    Conforming to the rules we laid down

    And, God, You stay out of our business
    You know this has to come to pass eventually
    So I guess we are actually doing Your job

    © Earl Parsons 2020

      • I just thought it would be good to take a look at it from both sides. Nevertheless, I do love to debate with whomever about whatever as long as the debate is open, honest, and mature. Unfortunately, so few will abide by those simple rules nowadays. I just don’t understand why we aren’t all allowed to have our own beliefs and opinions. Maybe if we’d kept God in America we’d think differently. Suppose?

  7. A 17-syllable twist on my my Present Day Twister poem from Prompt #11, “Write a control poem.”

    Can we see from space
    that a slower, simpler pace
    is earth’s saving grace?

    © Marie Elena Good, 2020

  8. From a villanelle from day 8 “future”

    Steps into the Future

    With things like holograms and flying cars,
    the future may inspire and astound.
    By moving step by step, we can go far.
    New mysteries are waiting to be found.

    Ideas flow, from wise to the bazaar.
    The visionaries skillfully expound
    on rocket-ships that soar beyond the stars.
    What wonders lie ahead and all around.

    But future’s subject to the here and now.
    The big and small mistakes we make abound.
    Let’s contemplate our actions and take pause.
    Toward fruits of daily choices, we are bound.

  9. From a free verse poem on day 23 “social blank”

    Social Distancing

    Magnetic marbles
    In a maze
    Bumped about
    When shopping for groceries
    Social distancing

  10. From free verse poem on day 6 “trap”

    The Little Things

    Little things can steer your day south
    Or they can make your day worthwhile
    Niggling thoughts like cheese to a mouse
    Little things can steer your day south
    Feeling trapped and down in the mouth
    Or encouragement, kindness, faith, a smile
    Little things can steer your day south
    Or they can make your day worthwhile

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