For today’s prompt, write a dedication poem. This is a poem dedicated to a person, an animal, or an organization. Or hey, objects work too–like a poem to a rock or paper bag. Put the dedication in the title or in a line under the title (“for Mother” or “to the heart-shaped rock between the creek and the tulips”). I dedicate today’s prompt to all of you!
Thursday 11th April 2019
Robert Lee Brewer’s Poem-A-Day on Writers Digest
TO A DEAD PLAYWRIGHT
by John Yeo
You will never come to know me in my lifetime.
I feel I know you incredibly well.
I have read and admired much of your life’s work;
Your powerful magic will stay with me to my end.
Reinforcing my humble hopes with high aspiration.
Maturing with the years like a rare vintage wine.
The beauty of your verse and your wide comprehension
Of life, and life’s changing, ever changing situations .
Kings and Queens with their hopes and dreams
Lovers and clowns, tragedy with comedy entwined.
The language of mystical life, hopes and fears
Sowing seeds in my thought, building high inspiration.
The players weave your silken web of dreams sincere,
Teasing the groundlings and the intellectual elite.
With exquisite laughter, impossible expectations.
Poetical life that has endured four hundred years.
Love and wit, expressed in a rare language
Drama with wonder, blood, cruelty and fears.
The irresistible, controversial, William Shakespeare.
For today’s prompt, take a word or two invented by William Shakespeare, make it the title of your poem, and write your poem. Click here for a link to some words coined by Shakespeare, who was baptized on this date in 1564. If the link doesn’t work, here are a few: advertising, bloodstained, critic, dwindle, eyeball, hobnob, luggage, radiance, and zany. He invented more than 1,700!
Image supplied and credited by Ermilia’s blog on Word press ~
MANAGER OF MIRTH
by John Yeo
In the days of the incomparable Bard,
When language was robust and pliable,
He managed to coin the word manager
In a magical dream on a Midsummer night.
“Where is our usual manager of mirth?”
Enquired good king Theseus.
“What revels are in hand?
Oberon, with Puck and Bottom are bland.”
I entered the office on a Monday morning
Greeted by the prospect of a mirthless day.
Our manager of mirth said: “Welcome,
Your weekend revels have now ended
Go to your desk and complete that report
Your “Midsummer Night’s Dream,” has ended.”
I looked out of the window facing me
To see a tiny figure playing on a leafy tree.
Copyright (c) Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved
Written for Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic asides blog on “Writers Digest”