Below is the final poem that seals my commitment to write and post a poem each day for April as National Poetry Month. This poem was inspired by the following prompt by Brendan Constantine which was once again posted on the Poetry Super Highway Facebook Page.
Go through your pile of broken poems, saved lines, favorite unused images. Start a new poem using them this way - begin EVERY sentence with "And then..."Try for at least 14 lines (good poem length). Once you have a draft - try changing the order. Don't have a file of saved material? Use 14 RANDOM lines and see what happens.
By Bobbi Rudin
And then I saw the woodpecker on the mahogany-stained wood cross
in the chapel
And then I went blind, couldn’t move, turned to sludge
And then I wondered what ideas people join together to create more pain in this world
And then I couldn’t seem to overcome fear in the midst of miracles
And then I tasted the Greek soup with white beans, chunks of creamy cauliflower and chopped onions blended in a lemon-yogurt broth
And then I tried to eat mindfully but chewed and swallowed too fast
And then I wanted to change the recipe to make it taste new again
And then I realized that speed is my habit
And then I remembered that feeling of never being good enough,
not being able to please
And then I fell asleep in 5 seconds to escape
And then I swear I fell off the edge of the earth but remembered
it is round
And then it was Saturday and I was annoyed that people were running
their leaf blowers when I wanted to sleep past 7 a.m.
And then I couldn’t figure out how to rewrite that line about
genders and trees
And then I recalled that he walked all night through the dessert and
it took him until sunrise to find his way