Instructional: April PAD – Day 8


No one tells you how it will come.
It may arrive in an envelope,
tattered from its travels
or severely stark and crisp,
and just like this,
it begins to change your life.

No one tells you how it will come.
Line after line of anticipation
till you read of their regrets to inform,
their approval or denial,
their pleasure in receiving
your correspondence.

No one tells you how it will come,
but come it will, and there you stand
staring at a tri-folded page
considering the age of your wait:
the one gone or the one to come–
incoming or outgoing patient.

No one tells you how it will come,
but it arrives with a prescription,
a list, and maladies to avoid:
inaction, complacency, fear.
No one tells you how it will come,
because no one knows how to prepare.

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Bright/Dark: April PAD – Day 2

She was a stranger who pretended 
to be a friend for the weekend,
but she knew I was weak.
She knew my bright smile
hid my dark eyes,
and she knew I was weak.
She knew that my promises 
were shallow, my deficits deep,
and she knew I was weak.
She knew that my sorrow was limitless,
so I threw my limits away.
She knew I was weak.
She caught me falling from grace,
she helped me back to my place,
she knew I was weak,
but still she slapped my face
and told me to never–ever
scream a man’s name
down an empty hallway.
She knew I was weak
and there was more strength in silence.
Second day of National Poetry Writing Month. No one has been hurt in the production of these works (yet) and so, tomorrow is another day. I used both prompts today (Write a “bright” poem/Write a “dark” poem) and rolled them in together, but they have little to do with the story. 
Leave a comment linking to your poem for Day 2! I’d love to read them 🙂

New Arrival: April PAD – Day 1


The cruel anticipation did nothing
but haul her expectations too far.
The waiting, the vain waiting
was a drive through a roundabout,
never finding the turn. She awaited
the friction of change, the bloated
confidence, the promise of new problems
but when nothing after nothing arrived
(Though she tried), she resigned
to the new arrival of old hope:
the exploration of options.

Here’s my first poem of National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) and the April Poem-a-Day challenge. Get on board, writers and poets! For more poetry, click here:

Have you ever waited for something that didn’t materialize? Do you relate to the poem in any way?