An intriguing image. A new poetry prompt. Obviously the two were made for each other… Write a night poem that makes a promise, to yourself or to someone else. Give us images that will bring the promise alive: a red velvet ribbon, a white cup, a pickup truck.
What we’ve got here buckaroos is a case of a Double “P” Whammy:
Elle dear, where are
my trousers? My socks,
have they been darned?
My coffee, is it hot and swirled
with cream ‘n two spoons o’ sugar? My thermos,
is it filled with broth? Beef or chicken?
Willard dear, where are
my sprigs of rosemary and dill? My yard,
have the weeds been yanked? Earth
upturned by tractor? Raked as
evidenced by blistered hands? My dirt,
is it ready for seed? Veggies or fruit?
Elle dear, don’t be silly –
it’s nigh upon daylight,
and go I must
because the dawn bus, it sure don’t wait.
Willard dear, don’t be a ninny –
it’s nigh upon spring,
and grow I must
because your soup, it sure don’t taste great.
Thanks Bill V. for letting me use your photo.
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