It’s the final week of the April Poem A Day Challenge . Somehow, I managed to write a poem every single day without falling behind. By month’s end, I’ll be adding 34 poems to my journal (30 plus 4 Sunday Abroad additions). Not bad for a crazy busy teacher who can’t stop knitting or running.
I should have every poem from the challenge posted by Thursday of this week. Thanks so much for following along!
April 23, 2014
Prompt: Write a location poem.
The Kitchen At Midnight
The clock on the stove
runs two minutes slow
In one way it’s still today,
yet tomorrow all the same
The cat sits on the counter,
begging for a treat
Meow. Meow. Purr. Purr.
Where have you been?
Drip. Drip. Splat. Whap.
The faucet is still broken.
The fridge hums and
makes a weird click
Whirrrr. Whirrr. Plick. Plick.
Bandmate to the faucet?
Garlic rice hangs in the air,
the skillet was left in the sink
A glass of water, two Advil,
I should really be asleep
Late night wind hits the screen
Whack. Whack. Thwap. Smack.
I should have worn socks,
the tile is much too cold
Sniff. Sniff. Click. Clack.
The dog’s nails need a trim
He stares with a quizzical face,
Why are you up so late?
Inspiration: Being an insomniac, my kitchen at midnight is something I experience almost every night. The old adage, “write what you know” gave this slice of life a voice.
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April 24, 2014
Prompt: Tell it to the ____. Fill in the blank and make it the title. Then, write a poem.
Tell It To The Inner Critic
You do not own me,
or tell me what to think
That screaming voice,
once so deafening
Is now just a whisper,
I choose to ignore
The words, “I can’t”
have lost all meaning
No longer held back,
nothing is in my way
Those far away dreams,
so beautiful up close
Inspiration: My many bouts with that pesky inner critic!
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c.b.w. 2014
C.B. Wentworth 
I love these! The onomatopoeia in the first is a great touch, and the second definitely resonates with me. I’m sure it does with other writers too. : )
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Thanks! This is the second time I’ve played with sound this month. It was so much fun, I think I’m going to experiment some more with “sound words.” 🙂
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I could really picture you kitchen. Especially the two minutes slow so tomorrow or not.
The second one is great. It’s hard to reach that place of drowning out that old Inner Critic.
Keep on dreaming!!
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I really wanted to write a slice of life piece, so the mundane picture of my kitchen seemed the perfect topic! 🙂
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Made me smile the one about your kitchen, sounds a bit like my late nights in my kitchen. And hard tiles on the floor are always a useful gage to tell you when the dogs claws need a trim! 😉
I like your second one here too, it’s always good to silence that inner critic that say ‘I can’t’. 🙂
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Glad you enjoyed both of them. Cheers to late nights in kitchens and silencing the inner critic!
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Sorry, I think I meant to say gauge on the dogs claws – posted comment too quick! 😉
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