Poetry month is here! Who is doing the Poem-a-day challenge?

Poetry month is here! Who is doing the Poem-a-day challenge?

Every year for more than a decade, I’ve been doing the poem-a-day challenge in April. This year is no exception! Will you join me? Share your poems to keep me inspired along the way?

I’ll be posting here by the week, which means I’ll have to save this post in draft and get caught up from the past three days before I publish this post. Do you see that little extra motivation I stacked up for myself? Haha.

I know that a poem a day might seem like a lot, but it doesn’t have to be. I set a timer and give it my best shot. What I write is what I write. I figure if I get at least a few gems by the end of the month, it’s been worth it to me. Most importantly, it’s an opportunity to play with words in a focused, concentrated way.

In the past, I’ve often used prompts, and there are many websites that offer them. I’ll post a few below. This year, I’m trying something different. It came to me when reading Awakening Artemis a few days ago. I came across a quote that rapped so insistently on the door of my heart that I had to use it, so I did. I enjoyed that process so much that I decided to spend this month collecting quotes from what I read to use as the basis for my poems.

Here are some places you can get prompts:

Writer’s Digest

Kelli Russell Agodon

PSP

Here are my poems so far:

Day 1

Sunrise Breakfast at the Yoga Retreat

Woke vulnerable,

reliant on someone else’s schedule,

the fact that someone else

would pour hot water through coffee grounds

so that I could hold that assurance

between two quivering palms.

A plant on the path—

a circle of fronds

in the center a pool of water collected,

a pond where tiny lavender flowers

dared to bloom.

Day 2

Prayer

The clock that is a year ticks toward fifty,

and I release the intense level of care around time

we cultivate when still trying to earn worth

in the adult world.

How many years was I a mother before I felt like one?

How many years a teacher before I believed I had anything in me worth learning?

How many years before I felt like a person worthy of grace in the world?

I see now that belonging is a given

but not a guarantee.

May I keep my hands in dirt,

keep my hands on the keyboard,

keep my hands around our children who are now

trying to earn their worth in the so-called adult world.

May I cultivate grace.

May I cultivate beauty.

May I cultivate a warrior spirit–theirs and mine.

Letting the foundation be there,

in the confident stance,

the resilience and flexibility of breath.

May I be bold enough to love,

in spite of the tendency to see the blemish before the bloom.

Day 3

Sores

Similar to scars,

only temporary.

Like this cold sore

acquired from an early boyfriend,

that sometimes comes out,

never at a convenient time.

A sign of contagion,

our eyes see,

then turn away.

Day 4

“When I listen to my hunger, the wildflowers of my passion and focus can break through pavement to guide me into light.” –Vanessa Chakour, Awakening Artemis

Hunger

I went to the kitchen

with a mission from God

as I understand them,

reflected in a wildflower,

a Whitman poem.

I ate and ate,

never felt full.

I walked one thousand miles

to a pool of enchanted water

I’m still swimming in.

Day 5

“The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls.” –Pablo Picasso

Making sense

Woke up to write again

after a pause

and it felt a bit like spring cleaning:

Slowly, carefully washing the windows,

shaking out the carpets,

chasing dust bunnies from corners,

from under the couches and chairs.

I wrote two pages

on the verge of tears

and for the rest of the day

the world made more sense.

Day 6

“By trying to avoid our death our world becomes lifeless.” Vanessa Chakour, Awakening Artemis

What It Means To Be Dying

Okay, I get it. We all do.

Live like you could die tomorrow,

because,

of course,

you could.

Or today!

And still. That’s not a call to recklessness,

but an invitation to go slow, pay attention,

move with care and intention.

There is so much life

in a still pond,

a slow drive,

a full breath.

Day 7

“Walking is how the body measures itself against the earth.” –Rebecca Solnit

I Walked out in a Rage

I walked out in a rage

at you, but also at me,

because I keep finding myself

in this same place so it must mean that some fundamental mechanism

is not attached in me,

in me, in me.

Each foot hits the ground in a rhythm

the breath begins to match,

and though it is raining,

there is a full moon and

the cool water on my face–

earth’s baptism!

I remember then how just yesterday

we slowly ate a pomegranate and agreed

that life is a series of love letters,

including the one I’ll write to you with words in air

when I return to apologize and demand.

Liz Shine teaches high school English, writes, edits, and coaches other writers from her home in Olympia, WA. When she begins to feel overwhelmed by it all, she simply looks up at Mount Rainier in the distance and gets back to work. If that fails, she heads to the ocean. She is a founding editor at Red Dress Press. Her Substack Make Time is her gift to writers, like her, trying to magic time in this crazy, busy world. All of those posts are cross-posted on the blog here. You can see more of her writing at lizshine.com and find her on Instagram {@lizshine.writer} cooking, traveling, and in other ways seeking moments of awe. She has been an active participant in communities of writers since the early 1990s. She’s learned that two things feel truly purpose-driven in life: writing and coaching other writers. In the in between (because one cannot be driving for a purpose every moment), she enjoys looking for wonder and connection. She is a lifelong yoga student, an enthusiastic walker along streets and trails, and an amateur gardener and vegetarian cook. She lives in Olympia, WA in the USA. She believes in the power of practice and has been practicing writing since some time in the early 90s when she became an adult in the rain-soaked city of Aberdeen. Writing began with journaling, as a way to understand a confusing, sometimes violent coming-of-age. She writes mostly fiction, some nonfiction, and poetry, and holds an MFA from Pacific Lutheran University’s Rainier Writers Workshop. She has published in Shark Reef, Dual Coast, and Blue Crow Magazine. She is a founding editor at Red Dress Press.