PAD Challenge21: Here is Robert Lee Brewer's Prompt for Today
For today's prompt, take the phrase "(blank) Me,"
replace the blank with a word or phrase,
make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.
Possible titles include: "Tell Me," "Forgive Me," and/or "You've Got to Believe Me."
Of course, feel free to bend the rules
and have a title like "Home Sweet Ho(me)" or "Pick a The(me)."
Okay, so I acknowledge,
my homespun scribblings will never grace the Literary World's Center Stage,
but it's still important to remember,
These few pages above are just a glimpse of
this volume packed with ancient masterpieces,
as powerful/relevant today as the day they were penned!
My name will fade from thoughts and lips when I am dead and gone
The echo-world of 'us' will slip as Time’s Corp marches on
The bulk of my possessions and the things that I held dear
Will pass through hands; for we are all just brief sojourners here
All bound to be forgot, as generations disappear
Thus, here’s to poetry; its sea of passion undeterred
For though the poet may be gone, long lives the written word
The hand that held the pen, long after it returns to dust
May cheer some future fellowman, may buoy failing trust
May remind him or her though we are centuries apart
Time never really could deter the matters of the heart
Where love is our utter need and longing is its dart
Then write, dear poet, write; but bear in mind the grit of ink
Though we are gone a poem might live longer than we think
My name will fade like morning mist beneath the glaring sun
Soon all the faces that I kissed will to death’s tryst succumb
Who knows who waits to turn the leaves of Poet’s printed jot
What thread of influence will weave through some far future thought
Or who will glean the remnant sheaves of harvests, long forgot
Therefore, dear poet, as we plant the pastures of the page
Let’s not forget that fields of ink may live from age to age
© Janet Martin