Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 278

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For today’s prompt, write a framily poem. That’s not a typo. I’m thinking framily: friends and family (you know, like Sprint’s framily phone plan?). Okay, it’s a little silly using the word “framily,” but when have I avoided silly? Write a poem that involves (or is inspired by) your friends and family. Everyone should have a good story to tell, whether it’s funny, sad, serious, etc.


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Here’s my attempt at a Framily Poem:

“friends & family”

we commandeered a boat when the zombies attacked
because none of them could swim & we figured we had
at least a month’s worth of food & drink & we were all friends

& family so it would be kinda like a month-long party while
the land lovers & brain eaters fought it out on shore & well
it kinda was a party for the first night or three (can’t recall)

to the point that we drank all the alcohol & ate the meat
& dumped a lot of the rations overboard because johnny
thought it would be a good prank & that’s what we believed

until we sobered up to the reality that we’d have to dock
& draw straws for who would hunt down some grub stuck
as we were but sometimes you gotta talk & others walk

& when you see an approaching bar you best had better duck


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271 thoughts on “Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 278

  1. taylor graham


    The air’s electric over livestock arena, rain drips through the seams of canvas roof. But what do these two care? They’re brothers come together for the first time since separation. Not a team, except in noise. The pup I knew as Scooter blasphemes in baritone, lunges at Scout; my underdog is shrill soprano. If he grows into a Shepherd voice, he’ll speak thunder. This get-together – myriad family issues unresolved. Each boy would be dominant; at eleven weeks, almost as uncontrollable as weather, these pups just now learning to walk on leash. I heel Scout past his brother, over to the sheep pens and a set of open steps. Scout’s good on shaky ground, the cleated loading ramp. His brother out of sight now, he moves with me like an angel. His devil waits for the next dance.

  2. taylor graham


    The boy created such a jam
    of colors on the design-studio white tile,
    it got his mother scolding in the most
    nagging way and catalyzed both
    his parents to what seemed to the child
    a mindless back and forth about
    the quality of genius and the whims
    of inspiration, as the air inside the house
    turned a tedious dusty gray,
    and outside the window the sun
    began setting the most glorious crimson
    peach purple, and afterwards the stars.

  3. Shennon

    “You mean you don’t share
    your toothbrush
    with close friends and family?”

    I then grab the toothpaste,
    but quickly set it back down
    upon seeing him frown.

    I can tell his brush
    I dare not touch
    should I ask to use his shower?

    He gets me my own towel,
    then hovers about
    making sure I disturb
    none of his toiletries.

    As I calmly walk out
    his etched glass front door
    I wonder if his neurotic tendencies
    also drove his wife away.


  4. BDP

    “Spaghetti Dinner Years”

    We chunk the bread for croutons, whip-whisk stir
    dark vinegar with cold pressed olive oil,
    and dress the washed romaine. Pull up a chair.
    We slip the garlic loaf from oven foil—

    a smell accordion tweaks noses. Friends,
    raise tings! of grape, twirl pasta with your tines.
    Try not to drip tomato pulp, upend
    red seed upon the cloth, but never mind

    if some stains happen. They become the tales
    of decades-used material, become
    a customary repartee that’s frail,
    because we love so much we hazard worn.

    Until next Sunday, when all’s fresh, at ease.
    As with this meal of tastes, we’re family.

    –Barb Peters

    1. TomNeal

      raise tings! of grape, twirl pasta with your tines.

      The above is a wonderful line.

      if some stains happen. They become the tales
      of decades-used material, become

      Your transition (volta) from the present to the future status of the present as a marker of love and lore is well done.

    2. BDP

      Thanks for your feedback, James, drnurit and TomNeal. I’m not Italian in heritage, but I wish I were–I love Italian food! Something about it reads “family” to me.


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