The Days Drag On

The days drag on. You are not saved;
Your smug dead soul persists in pride.
You can’t admit it: you’re depraved,
The truth was never on your side.
But truth affirms what you suppress;
You cannot stand before the Lord.
Your knee, unbowed, must soon confess
In light of God’s eternal word.
Just let it go. Give up. Give in.
By faith be pardoned of your sin.



PROMPT #13: write a poem that joyfully states that “Everything is Going to Be Amazing.”

That vile poem about Grown-ass Woman Soda referenced in today’s prompt
almost brought on a poetry crisis… but I bounced back.

2 comments on “The Days Drag On

  1. From knickers to amazing grace…I MUCH prefer your poem, and am a little jealous that I do not have your knack for spinning gold out of bad prompts, bad poems, and half-digested, spat out words on a page…the prompt was not amazing, but that poem sure is.

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    • Chado says:

      Thank you Anna. I had not heard from you in a while, so I thought you got annoyed with my commentaries ☺.
      Your visits always bring me joy.
      This year feels different to me, the prompts seem so ridiculous and all the poems we are “pointed to” represent everything I despise and find laughably vacuous in contemporary poetry (if you can even call intentionally obscure verbosity “poetry”…) but I do have fun trying to respond to some of the insane prompts. It seems like many who dabble in poetry have nothing in their souls worth saying– but then they probably have worse things to say about my verse; a badge of honor for me.


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