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Poetry Challenge #1


This will be the first Poetry Challenge for National Poetry Month. Please post your response as a comment. I hope you forward this challenge to people you know.

Write a poem about your favorite restaurant. Be creative. You may want to include a picture. I am hoping that this will reach as many people as possible. We need to support our local restaurants, bagel or coffee shops during the corona virus crisis.

You may want to send your poem to the manager or your favorite waiter or waitress. I am sure they will be thrilled. Where ever possible write in the name and location of the restaurant.

A challenge will be posted every Thursday and Saturday for the month of April. This first challenge is over on Wednesday April 8th.

Do forget to abide by the guidelines of Social Distancing.

Happy National Poetry Month


In celebration of National Poetry Month I am inviting all poetry lovers to participate in  several activities I have planned. This week I will provide a few prompts for writing poems. Please submit your poems in the comments section.

Some prompts may look familiar because they are the first lines of some well known poems.

Some tips:

1. You may want to change a word in the prompt and then write a few stanzas.

2. Write your poem in any form you wish. You may want to try writing a Tanka, a sonnet, a cinquain or a haiku.

3. Poems should not exceed 15 lines.

Prompts:

1. Write a poem about a special day.

2. “For we can still love the world …”

3. “Who said you should be happy?”

4.”You are all you’ve got.”

5. “How do I love thee”

 

 

A Find in the Attic


Letter Box

A FIND IN THE ATTIC

As I rummaged through boxes in my attic, as I do every spring, my goal each year is to clear out as much as possible. But somehow I end up keeping most of the things. It is always like a journey into my past and many of the things I keep there have sentimental value.

I came across a small cushioned wooden box. I was intrigued because I had forgotten what I had put inside the box. When I opened it I found my late nephew’s letters written to me so many years ago. I cried. I unfolded the first piece which did not have a date on it. I read; I cried and later on, I found the envelope folded away at the bottom of the box. The date stamped on it was March 19, 1974. I cried again. The letter was prophetic. As they say hind sight is always 20/20. I was pregnant with my first child at the time. So I must have been just as emotional when I read it the first time. I never would have imagined that the letters would be the last conversations we had with each other. Our letters were long conversations. It was too expensive to communicate by telephone and so we wrote to each other quite often. I miss letter writing. We talked about nature, music, politics, human suffering and the future. He was sensitive to what was happening around him as he was stationed in the army as a paramedic. He hated injustice and violence. He often wrote songs about it. He played the guitar without ever having taken a class in his life. He had a beautiful soul.

Although he was my nephew and logic dictates that I as his aunt would have been a lot older than he, I was just two years older. We were more like siblings. So, we shared many things and our favorite topic was poetry. He was very creative and loved to write poems too. In his letters he always included a short poem and in the closing of the letter he would write, ” I will keep writing them as long as you keep reading them.”  I hope he knows that I have never forgotten his poems.

I want to share a small snippet of what he wrote in this particular letter. Here it is:

“Your dreams are yours alone

and creative thoughts become

your energy and life are prolonged

through words spoken and unspoken

so dream on

and you will be eternal

in someone’s life.”

I will end this post with a Forrest Gumpism: “And that’s all I have to say about that.”