Poetry Tuesdays: What matters to you most? (a day late)

Have a tough patch but I'm catching up. Sorry I'm posting this late.

Here is the new prompt from this website:

Each of the poetry prompts below asks you to choose a different kind of subject. The prompts are designed to get you thinking about what matters to you and why, and then to express your feelings through poetry.

Someone you love. The most traditional odes are written to extol the virtues of a loved one. Who do you love? Tell them why with a poem.

Someone you admire. You don’t have to know or love someone to pay tribute to them. Write a poem honoring one of your heroes, someone who has, from a distance, made a difference in your life.

An inanimate object. You can write a silly poem about how much you admire your toaster or you can write a serious piece declaring the magnificence of an inanimate object with more meaning (something like a book, perhaps?).

An abstract concept. Can you pay tribute to love itself? Write a poem honoring something that can’t be seen or touched: honor, passion, curiosity, or loyalty. Or music.

Someone you despise or view as a villain. What happens when you look at your enemy and search for his or her merits? Can you see the good in someone you see as bad?

A total stranger. Has a total stranger ever helped you? Have you ever thought about all the people in this world you’ve never met but who affect your life?

A place. The beach, the mountains, the vast sea, and deep space are all great places for tributary poems. Write about the city you love, the town you call home, or your favorite vacation destination.

Be a fan. Write a poem to your favorite book, movie, song, or TV show.

Satire. Turn your tribute on its head and write a tongue-in-cheek piece. Tell bad drivers, rude customers, and evil dictators how grateful you are for what they’ve done. Do it with a wink and a smile.

Here is my poem for last week. It is in Spanish and it references my family but it is not in their voices. I will work on that one and post it soon. 


A los que ya no estan aqui

Pedazos de vida. Cuadritos de sonrisas. Circulitos de tristeza. Entrelazados con amor y enojo. Molestia y encojo. Me han esplicado que esto es normal sentir que no te has ido, que aun estas. Aunque veo tu cara, tu cuerpo sin vida mas. Se que tu essencia, lo que eres en realidad nunca se ira. Fantasmas de amor, espantos sin horror. Paz y angustia mesclada con deseo de continuar por ti. Pa que los sueños y las ideas se completen y se concreten. Tengo miedo de perder a mi papa, a mi mama. La idea de un dia no escuchar la voz de mis hermanas me terroriza. Pensar en tocarle la mano fria a mis hermanos me causa ansiedad. Cada vez que salgo enojada me acuerdo y vuelvo a sentir el deseo de acaciar a mis bebes. Darle besos a mi amor. Y en estos momentos me siento  humillada por un ser inmenso que no puedo explicar ya que el no tiene explicacion. Su poder extiende sin saber porque y su belleza crece sin ningun tipo de bloque o pausa. Crece y crece y cada dia que pasa, me siento mas tranquila al entender su poder. 

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