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Day 29 | April Poetry Month Challenge | Dare

WFSC Creative Writing Facilitators Mike Deregowski and Kelsey Hoople challenge you to participate in national poetry month. 1 poem per day for 30 days with no working ahead. 😉

Overall theme 'The Great Escape'.

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Day 29 | April 29th | Dare

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Linda Pedley
Linda Pedley
Apr 30, 2020

29. Dare

We could see life as one big dare

Daring us to grow

Daring us to learn

Daring us to know

Daring us to yearn.

We could shrug and not even care

Staying as we are

Ignoring the facts

A journey not far

Not acquiring what we lack

We instead should consider it life’s fare

Providing us enough

Daring us to give

Suggesting that we love

Daring us to live.

(c) Linda J. Pedley 04-30-2020



Been decades since was on a date

At a restaurant I wait

How will she look?

Should I have cooked?

Been two years since I lost my wife

Two years to attempt to return to my life

Is this the right thing to do?

She was the only love I knew

Decades together

Thought it would be forever

Family grown

Now I’m on my own.

Someone new in my life

Unsure if this is right

When she showed

All of time slowed

She could be the one

If I don’t get scared and run

We’ll share some champagne

And I will dare to love again

​​​​​​​​​©April 30, 2020 J.E. McKnight


Apr 29, 2020



Look at you, how you hesitate so,

On that last step before the leap.

Do you fear what awaits down below,

Or is it just too steep,

To venture safely down, whether you be

Hand in hand, or on your own?

Sit here with me, on this granite step you see;

Let me look at you, my how you have grown.

I remember when you weren’t yet a young man,

But just that boyhood face of too much laughter and joy;

Those were the days when all these clouds had yet to rain, when your tears hadn’t ran

Out of space on that face to stay; you were just a boy,

Not a man yet grown, content to…

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