The temperature is supposedly bottoming out today (20-ish degrees colder than yesterday). I don't know, because I haven't been outside yet. But it does "sound" cold. Before jumping into today's prompt, I want to share a link with you for the final issue of Hobble Creek Review; I was fortunate enough to have four poems selected for it, including poems inspired by Night of the Living Dead, Bryan Adams' Reckless album, and more. Plus, there are a few folks in this issue who've been interviewed and/or otherwise featured on Poetic Asides over the years. Click here to read.
For today's prompt, take the phrase "My (blank)," replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles might include: "My Sharona," "My Two Left Feet," "My My My," "My Little Prince," and so on.
Here's my attempt at a "My Blank" poem:
"My Side of the Bed"
My side of the bed is constantly invaded
by small children and their wild animals,
caught and stuffed. My side of the bed
seems to always be growing smaller, or
perhaps, I am the one growing larger.
Last night, I had a dream that my side
of the bed did not have any children
or wild animals. No small feet pressed
into my back or heads resting across
my legs. It was a wonderful dream.
Do you remember, dear, when we had
the entire bed to ourselves? There was
my side of the bed and your side
of the bed, yet we always seemed
to meet somewhere in the middle.
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Robert Lee Brewer is Senior Content Editor of the Writer's Digest Writing Community and daddy to five children (four boys and one princess). As a result, he's no stranger to waking up with more people in his bed than when he fell asleep. Sometimes those people (little people) choose his side of the bed, sometimes Tammy's, but usually they find a way to sprawl over both. Robert is the author of Solving the World's Problems and can be followed on Twitter @robertleebrewer.
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