Wednesday, April 11, 2018

Poet's Fair Warning...

Challenge from Poetic's Aside, day 11: For today’s prompt, write a warning poem. Warnings can be found everywhere: on the labels of medicine, in the speeches of leaders, and in the advice of parents.
 Even stories and poems have been known to harbor warnings.

Don’t look at me like that
Don’t breathe or speak a word
But don’t say nothing much; you’ll touch
A sentimental chord

Don’t fling wide blue-white sky
Or fill it up with dark
That moonstone to the poet’s eye
Like kindling to a spark

Don’t be so young or old
Or half-way in between
Don’t be so purple, pink and gold
Sea-song aquamarine

…or love or hate or sing
Or sleep, eat, fly or fall
Don’t brood like woods waiting for spring
Or chill winds, autumnal

Don’t smile or shed a tear
Or tell of home, sweet home
Unless you are prepared, my dear
To see it in a poem

© Janet Martin

...last night's 'supper-poem'!


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