Life Is Poetry Waiting To Be Tasted (Days one to five)

I completely forgot till yesterday;

It's November when Writer's Digest 

challenges participants with a new, daily poem-prompt!

aka PAD/poem-a-day Chapbook Challenge

Anyone is welcome to participate and 

enjoy its mental stretching exercises

and countless ways a prompt can take! 

Click Here for Guidelines

I think I will call this Chapbook

Life Is Poetry Waiting To Be Tasted...

Day 1: Write a fresh poem

In November I recall

Sanguine summer's garden stroll

Where I gleaned, with grateful toil

Supper-fare, fresh from the soil

In November I am glad

For the garden that I had

For nothing tastes quite as grand

As a meal fresh from God's Hand

Janet Martin

Day 2: take the phrase "(blank) More (blank),"

replace the blanks with a new word or phrase,

make the new phrase the title of your poem,

and then, write your poem.

Give More Thanks

A strange thing happens when we start

To count our blessings more

For gratitude transforms the heart

Where grumbling was before

And where once we noted life's 'less'

We notice more and more 

Reasons for humble thankfulness

Through kind favours galore

And wonder why in all the world

We didn't see before

A smorgasbord of joys unfurled

In blessings beyond score 

Janet Martin

Day 3:Two-for-Tuesday prompt:

Write a celebration poem, and/or...

Write a disappointment poem.

This life is bound to bring

Love-let-down's stinging kiss

But, never without cause to sing

And celebrate What Is

Like opportunity

Not touched or tasted yet

Where it is up to you and me

To forgive and forget

Then love our fellowman

With intent true and kind

By doing the best that we can

To leave What Was behind

Behold, Now's new What Is

Before it is too late

Let's relinquish Love Gone Amiss

And simply/sweetly/gladly celebrate

Janet Martin

Day 4: Write a 'short' poem

Loss, love's bittersweet reminder;

Life is short, so let's be kinder!

Janet Martin

Day 5: write a tree poem

Family Tree

With every leaf that falls

It leaves a tender hole

That hugs and tugs; a voice that calls

To hubs of heart and soul

While new buds burst to leaf

And always so will be

Where leaves flutter with joy and grief

Upon A Family Tree  

Janet Martin