2026 PAD Challenge Day 12
my response is :
the treasure I buried,
in the time capsule
wasn't something anyone
else wanted to add.
others added pictures
and bits of themselves,
I added words bound bright.
For when the capsule is dug up
and all of the treasure is found,
I want to speak to the future of
knowledge forgotten and thoughts
profound.
2026 PAD Challenge Day 11
my response is:
perhaps it is the universe's joke
played on my life that I keep ending up
walking down the roads to nowhere.
I end up finding a way to somewhere
but not in the normal ways.
I have no tether to the right road
and truthfully I don't know if I want one,
for I have learned more from being lost
than I ever could if I followed some plan.
I will gladly walk those roads to nowhere
and find myself lost and learning
than to follow the plan and be
miserable.
BTW I posted a poem a couple of days ago and I said I was not sure if it belonged in kissed by Verse. I think it does not. I am going to open a new volume for it and this one…
2026 PAD Challenge Day 10
my response is:
Keep using your artificial intelligence,
Though you know the consequences...
and when we live in a world without water
what will you do then?
The art and words you seek
can easily be gained from
a human being with no effects
to the environment,
but you don't seem to understand.
Here’s My response:
I see the rage monster
you try to hide,
And I wonder if the monster
as you see it
is not but an injured animal within.
Injured animals strike
at anything within reach.
And as I refuse to leave your side...
Well perhaps you are not the monster
you think you are...
*note Right now this is sitting in the Kissed by Verse volume. I am not positive it fits the theme but I am also unsure it does not. My mind may change before publication of that volume.
2026 PAD Challenge Day 6
okay I set up the prompts and I already did this one once because it was stuck in my head but I really am trying to do the pad challenge using the Fae Corps Publishing prompts so …
my response is :
daisy chains
tied us together
in flowers and paper
childhood memories
tree trimmings
and moments in the world
each one precious
each one unique
a chance to be
young eternally
I don’t often talk about my poetry, preferring to leave the interpretation to the reader. However, This one hurt. writing it was the most painful piece I have ever done. The piece that inspired it was posted by a friend on Facebook. and I shall post it here so I am not alone.
Pablo Neruda was an Amazing poet. It hurts that his words still echo even though time should have rendered a softness to them.
