National Poetry Month Day Final Poem

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.

And Then
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

National Poetry Month Day 29 Poem

Another prompt for a sonnet appeared on Poetry Superhighway Facebook Page submitted by Milo Rosebud. The gyst of it is to write a sonnet that tells about what you do Morning, Noon and Night, but to see the full prompt do visit the Facebook page. (I did not follow the directions exactly, but did follow the spirit of the prompt in the Petrarchan sonnet below.)

Morning, Noon & Night
By Bobby Rudin
At sunrise, I awake but stay in bed
pray for myself and others, then get up.
I breathe, stretch, bend, and dress. Next I gallop
to the kitchen where I cook and am fed.
I go to my office, hope I’m ahead
then to the classroom, help to develop
young minds as we tackle problems and read
as I help them to properly grow up.
My afternoons and evenings fluctuate.
I study, enjoy family, go out
to meetings but rarely stay up too late.
I pray again before bed then am out.
I function best with a perfect-sized plate
and confidence that leaves no room for doubt.