this is not my end by Simphiwe Golden Phukwane

About the Challenge

"Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquillity" ~ William Wordsworth

A Poem A Day Challenge is a week-long (5 days) challenge that runs every third week of the month.

Participants receive writing prompts, daily, for which they write and submit a poem by 10 pm on the same day.

The best THREE (3) poems are selected and published the next morning.

TO PARTICIPATE: enter your email address here http://eepurl.com/eQCM6 and you will receive a daily prompt.

RULES OF THE CHALLENGE:

you have to sign up to receive the writing prompts
you have to write a new poem for the writing prompt and submitting by 10pm on the same day
you may not submit a poem you have already written before.

CHALLENGE PRIZE: From August we are offering a prize for the best overall poem. More info on the prize and how this is decided will follow.

QUARTERLY PRINT EDITION: Poems selected for the publication will be compiled for a quarterly print edition of A Poem A Day challenge. More info on this will follow.

submit here or here make sure to include the words: APOEMADAY at the top of your submission

April: Freedom Week

When Common asks Assata Shakur 'what is freedom?' at the end of his tribute song, Song of Assata. Assata responds, "You're asking me about freedom? i know a whole lot more about what freedom isn't... coz i've never been free." She goes on to imagine what freedom could be.

It's Freedom Week in South Africa, that historical first vote for the oppressed Afrikan masses of South Africa happened eighteen years ago on 27 April. Now let's writer great poems, interrogate, question, image, dream about freedom.

peace

zamantungwa
editor, publisher

A Poem A Day Challenge, Every 3rd Week of the month

Poems

this is not my end by Simphiwe Golden Phukwane

Posted by Poetry Potion on Wednesday, September 21, 2011 Under: But I, sweet Soul, rejoice that I was born

Hear my shuttered soul
through these broken eyes
see stories painted on canvasses
of history as they unfold
yet the future is untold.

This cannot be my end.

Inaudible cherades of the present
define how I understand my confusion.
Scenes of what could have been play slow in a fast-forward motion
before me .

this will not be my end.

let your words
caress my thoughts
kiss my vision
and lay with my dreams.
Infect me with a cure
for undisclosure of fear
give me an antidote for
apathy and indifference.

This can never be my end.

help me sieve my
conscience from the
abundance of belief.

simmer my hatred for silence
to cook an outburst

not my end

Let I with my eyes relate to
what i feel
with my soul , draw
a sketch of sunken dreams
my mind walk you through
the valley of my heart.
my lips hold on to you with dear life.

no, this can not, is not , will not be and can never be my end. not with you by my side.

Day 2 | 20 September 2011

In : But I, sweet Soul, rejoice that I was born

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About the Challenge

April: Freedom Week

Poems

this is not my end by Simphiwe Golden Phukwane