Fresh Limes

A blog in search of the beautiful

Day 22: Poem-a-Day

Prompt: Write an optimistic/pessimistic poem

It does not get better
It gets different
It gets weird
It gets surprising
It gets surreal
It gets distant
It gets uncomfortable
It gets liberating
It gets really fuckin real
But it does not get better
You do not improve it
You endure it
You call it what it is

and you get it

Day 21: Poem-a-Day

Prompt: Write a “back to basics” poem

Put training wheels on your religion
Love
Compassion
Peace
Ride slowly
Keep your balance

Day 20: Poem-a-Day

Prompt: Write a family poem

The truth is a hot potato.
No one holds it too long.
Hot! Hot! Toss it!
Ours is a family of fear and fraud and silence and burns and hunger.

Day 19: Poem-a-Day

Prompt: Pick a color as the title of your poem, then write your poem

"Maroon"

Blood and earth
Stolen
They came  dark, bare, and brilliant
Toil and dirt
They harvested cotton, sugar, and pain
Black, our ancestors
Hanging from trees, buried in graves
in the very ground they worked
Maroon are our memories of
Blood and earth

Day 18: Poem-a-Day

Prompt: Write a weather poem

When it hails
understand
the gods find you bland.
They salt you to taste.

Day 17: Poem-a-Day

Prompt: Write a pop culture poem

In another life
I am Amy Winehouse’s guitar
I hold her genius in secret melodies
and contain her pain in 6 steel strings
Party life or quiet nights
Home alone, lines of coke, or bottles thrown
The fans will never know
The comp, the chord, the tune
I keep for her.

Gone too soon.

Day 16: Poem-a-Day

Prompt: Write an elegy

My grandfather is a star
with a mischievous grin that slides across his face
and Maybelline eyelashes that pretty his piercing gaze
and a slow, Southern swagger like Johnnie Walker’s Sunday drive from mouth to belly

My grandfather is a star
never in a hurry but always on time
misanthropically declining invitations to constellations
but always there for me, bright, on lonely nights
when I happen to search the sky

Day 15: Poem-a-Day

Prompt: Write a love poem

My heart is a red velvet cake
You cut a slice for yourself
to taste my love
Then, slice by slice, you ate the whole cake
"Please have all of me," I said
"What’s left?"
I offer you the plate.

Quit While You’re Behind

Well, it was bound to happen. I am now officially a few days behind on the April Poem-a-Day Challenge. Last year, I don’t think I made it past Day 12, so I have already “PR’d”.  That’s a win! Also, last year, I gave up because I got so behind that I was totally deflated. I truly quit while I was behind. This year, I intend to keep going! I’ll get ‘em all posted on here soon! I am traveling tomorrow, and airports are great places to write. So many stimuli that I can tune into for inspiration and tune out of for concentration. 

I deeply appreciate those of you who have taken a few minutes to read the poems I post. Not all of them are good, but they are all honest. They are all brave attempts to share my work. And they are all truly a thrilling discovery as I push myself into the discipline of writing something every day.

Much love to all the poets, far and wide, who are doing amazing things this month. 

Day 14: Poem-a-Day

Prompt: Take the phrase “If I Were (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write the poem

If I were Today
I would be jealous over
how much of you Yesterday gets
over the love you lavish on the Past
over Back Then
If I were Today
I would be plotting ways
to woo you into the Present moment
I’d bring you spring flowers
a blood moon, a stranger with compliments
Jealously, I would pursue you
If I were Today

Day 13: Poem-a-Day

Prompt: Write an animal poem

Pocket full of eagles
Still I can’t fly
Wings clipped on my quarters
Debt is sky high

Day 12 : Poem-a-Day

Prompt: Write a city poem

High rise
Thick thighs
Quick eyes
City wife
High tops
Slow cops
Night drops
City knife
Dark thoughts
Bright spot
Puff pot
City strife
Work late
Tempt fate
Just wait
City life