30 Day Poetry Challenge: Day 24

Day 24- Write a poem that’s different in some way from anything you’ve ever written. Take a chance! Be wild!

I am of the world,
Yet thus so far one single piece standing alone,
Awaiting a call of direction or madness,
I search for the meaning of it all.

I am of the world,
Although I have not yet begun to fully respect
My place in this begotten, damned society,
My stance in regards to the future has widened,
The mind of which has opened to possibilities beyond my reach
In prior days.

For I am of the world,
But alas, simultaneously,
The world is of me.
For one being unescorted by the other shall mean the destruction of all.
As I said, my path has arisen,
I am of the world,
But hereto I shall not fall down,
Whence the world calls upon myself.
For instead by rising up,
The power shall be mine once more.

I am of the world,
Whose meaning shall be revealed to me in time,
But only if patience be a virtue of mine,
Only if my soul be willing to hold true,
I am of the world,
My world shall thus be mine.

30 Day Poetry Challenge: Day 23

Day 23- Write a seven line poem that begins with “it’s true that fresh air is good for the body” (from Frank O’Hara’s poem “Ave Maria”) and ends with “this is our body” (from Gary Snyder’s “The Bath”).

It’s true that fresh air is good for the body,
The oxygen lives in our very bones.
It resides in each and every drop of blood,
Thrives in nature, in and out of ourselves.
The trees, like us, rely on it;
Nature, our physical being,
This is our body.

30 Day Poetry Challenge: Day 22

Day 22- What is the first car you bought/drove/remember? Write a poem about it.

Some days I dream of
Buying a big red truck,
Tough and old and well-worn-in,
Ready to defeat, ready to come out on top,
It says,
“Well yes, I’ve been through some battles,
Haven’t we all?”

Some days I dream of
Buying a cute little blue car,
Small and compact and
Affordable at that,
Something quiet and sensible.

Most days I just dream of
Getting away,
Who cares what it looks like,
As long as it
Can get me out of


30 Day Poetry Challenge: Day 20

Day 20- Write a narrative poem detailing a specific childhood memory.

(Sidenote before I begin: I’m trying so hard to even THINK of a childhood memory. What counts as childhood exactly, anyways? What age does that get cut off at? I’m guessing before you move into the “teen” range so probably around 11 or 12…. Hmm. Oh! Okay. I’ve got one that will suffice.)

Although I don’t recall exactly the year, it’s one day that I’ll never forget.
My mom and I, both big hockey fans,
We went to the Sabres carnival.
I think it was my first, probably 1998,
Gosh, I was so young back then.
Although I can’t seem to remember all the details,
There’s one part I won’t forget.
Standing, waiting in line to meet him,
My favorite, the greatest.
I was just a child, naturally I was nervous.
When the front of the line was mine,
I went up and he told me to sit on his lap,
(I was seven, mind you, so it was cute at the time.)
And I was nervous, but excited.
I closed my eyes,
I actually put my hands together to pray,
And in that moment, my mother snapped a photo.
Then the official photographer took our photo,
I smiled without hesitation then.
After all was said and done,
Mom and I walked away,
I was ecstatic, joyous, astounded,
I mean, I was a kid, and I had just met my hero
What else
would you

And as we walked away to our next destination,
We realized —
Oh crap!
We’d left my photo behind in the rush.
Circling back,
We got it back.
I cherish it to this day.