Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 211

In April and November, the Poetic Asides blog is all about writing a poem each and every day of the month. During the rest of the year, we prompt and poem on Wednesdays.

For this week’s prompt, take the phrase “Don’t Forget (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Example titles might be: “Don’t Forget to Leave on the Light,” “Don’t Forget the Alamo,” or “Don’t Forget to Enjamb Your Lines.” I’m sure everyone will have fun with this one.

Here’s my attempt:

“Don’t forget to call”

Don’t forget to call and hang up
before trying to call again.
Dialing once is not enough–
don’t forget to call and hang up.
Make me stand and set down my cup
only to hear the ringing end.
Don’t forget to call and hang up
before trying to call again.

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108 thoughts on “Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 211

  1. Juanita Lewison-Snyder

    Don’t Forget Me
    by Juanita Lewison-Snyder

    I know we’re blood,
    but I don’t want that to be
    the only thing that binds us
    long after I am gone.

    Never mind that we were
    raised together, yet separate
    from older brothers,
    flawed and disjointed this family be.

    I would gladly stand
    my Vanilla next to your Chocolate
    and follow you into any battle
    you asked of me.

    Take care to always remember
    how we fought Pirates and
    Demons throughout our short lives,
    and later Ghosts with agendas.

    “…a Falcon on your right arm,
    a Dove to your left,”

    let that be my final Epitaph
    when the last of my remains

    kiss the dappled blooms of
    wild rhodies vining lazily
    around the edicts of
    your heart.

    © 2013 by Juanita Lewison-Snyder

  2. taylor graham

    DON’T FORGET HOW SNOW FALLS

    You’ve climbed this high to look
    the snow-queen in the face,
    here at the crown of Cornice Mountain.
    You’ve herringboned up slope and aspect,
    over wind-drift flakes woven,
    ermine to drape the Queen of Snow.
    Look her in the eye – fierce blue glitter
    in a certain sun-glare shifting –
    spirited white horse about to plunge.
    Ever-changing, no moment
    the same. She rolls the ice-dice,
    graupel strewn underfoot. How her glance
    pulls against your gravity.
    With a gesture invisible as wind,
    she could set the whole mountain tumbling.
    And yet, you’d swear she’s
    weightless in lace-white snow.
    Gaze one more time into her deep blue-
    shadow eyes. It’s time to find
    your way back down to trail-head.
    She bids you stay. Trust her
    no more than a one-night lover.

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