April Poetry Submissions

Flapper Press features original poetry submitted by our readers and writers from around the globe. We are always thrilled to see so much creativity and poetic output. Thank you to all who submitted. Keep writing and sending to us and we'll happily feature your work on our site! Stay tuned for our May poetry prompt!


April's poetry theme: "Renewal"



My favorite writing prompt is, “Describe yourself in two words.” It’s my favorite because it is so difficult. How am I to summarize my entire being into two words? Personally, mine are “everything” and “nothing.” My words are empty and meaningless, Monosyllabic melodies used to fill the silence. I say so much but mean none of it. I recite quotes I don’t believe in, perhaps to make myself think I do. Roy T. Bennett wrote, “A smart person knows how to talk. A wise person knows when to be silent.” Humans are intelligent, but we are not wise. We use words to mask the silence because it holds suffering we cannot fathom, so we use pretty words to cover it like flowers on a tombstone. But no amount of beautiful words can turn something into anything other than what it is. These are the things we haven’t found the words to describe. Or those we don’t feel the need to find because we cannot bear having them on our lips. Our words are so meaningless, but they are our entire beings. I am not a person—I am a name on a birth certificate. A name on a tombstone. I am nothing. But a small piece of time and Words.

— Grace Brewer

AFTERNOON OF LIFE


The meaning and purpose of the Afternoon of life is just as important as the Morning, even though its meaning and purpose are completely different. This Eldering Afternoon is the shadow side of incapacitating old age in that it brings us to the threshold of a mystery as profound as that of birthing and procreation, namely the mystery of death and ego dissolution. The challenge for all of us, no matter our age, is to not frame it as an “anti-aging” strategy but as a “pro-aging” journey to a happier, healthier, and longer "elder" life. Aging becomes a spiritual journey, exploring images and fears of aging, harvesting wisdom from life review, finding forgiveness to release the past, and finally facing one's mortality.


The sun is beginning to set in life.

There is a chill in the afternoon air.

The warmth of the day lingers in the mind,

But there is a new feeling in the land.

Speaking to a change in life-climate,

Felt in the heart of the aging,

Unexperienced yet in the young at heart,

Yet palpable in the metabolism of many.

Felt surely in the setting of the sun,

Felt surely in the aging of the elderly.

However, where there is a setting there is a rising,

On the side of this now there is a new now.

The movement of growth is a gene in the cosmos,

The larger scale blueprint of hope for mankind,

The visual and hidden testament to "next"

When our sun rises on a new world of life,

Caught in the manifestation of this body,

Yet patiently waiting the opportunity,

Anticipating the moment of shedding this now,

Open to the potential of a new climate change,

Movements of the soul to new levels of consciousness.

The afternoon of one’s life is not the ending midnight.