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stop

It’s time for our fifth (and final) Two for Tuesday prompt of the month! Pick one prompt or use both…your choice! 1. Write a stop poem. 2. Write a don’t stop poem.

Today is the final day of the 2019 April PAD Challenge, but come back tomorrow for the first Wednesday Poetry Prompt of May and stay for Poetic Form Fridays, the next WD Poetic Form Challenge, and so much more! — Robert Lee Brewer, Poetic Asides blog, Writer’s Digest

Stop

Remembering you hurts because
there are no more
new memories

All our times with you are
”remember when …”

And so every one of the
reminiscences,
however light or funny,
casts a shadow

But I can’t stop
(how could I stop remembering you)
because you also
fill me with joy

I still want to feel
all the feelings
open myself up to
their full intensity
even the pain,
loneliness,
devastation

Because it means you lived

tags: aprpad, poetry, stop, don't stop, remembering, feelings, life, grieving process, grief journey, grief
Tuesday 04.30.19
Posted by Susan Ward
 

home again

We are almost there! Get through today, and tomorrow’s the final poem(s) of April!

For today’s prompt, take the phrase “(blank) Again,” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then write your poem. Possible titles include: “Here We Go Again,” “On the Road Again,” “Stumped on What to Write Again,” and “Doing the Wrong Thing Again.” — Robert Lee Brewer, Writer’s Digest

Home again

I suppose they call it
”feeling at home”
because that’s the place
you’re supposed to feel that way.

Oh, I do:
safe, comfortable, free.
Almost everywhere I go,
I look forward to coming home again.

I know some people think —
even you, perhaps —
they could not live anymore
in a home in which a loved one died.

To me this home
is not filled with the day of his death
but the year after year after year of life
he lived.

In vain I wish
the comforts of home
had been enough
to make him stay.

They are for me.

tags: aprpad, poetry, home, life, death, comfort
Monday 04.29.19
Posted by Susan Ward