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Poetry Prompt: An Oath, A Vow, A Promise

By Heather Eure 24 Comments

making-a-promise-on-the-blue-wood-bridge
We make promises. It’s how we assure others of our trustworthiness, and keeping promises helps cement our character. Maybe the promises guide us, too, as we put our intentions on the table in a clear way.

Promises almost seem a distinct part of our language. Something separate from other types of speech. Stating a promise has a different effect than stating what we think. By saying something as simple as “I will, ” we make a commitment to it and set forth a course of action; whereas simply stating what we think feels more subject to change.

Each and every promise we make has the potential to grow and deepen relationships, or undermine and destroy them. And while we intend to keep our promises when we make them, life tends to have its say in the matter as well. A promise, in the end, is more complex than meets the eye.

Try It: An Oath, A Vow, A Promise

What is the most important promise you’ve made? Who did you make the promise to? What did it mean to you to make such an important promise? Consider the emotions and atmosphere, and write a poem that reflects the moment.

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Thanks to everyone who participated in last week’s poetry prompt. Here is a poem from Andrew we enjoyed:

The floor was thick with autumn’s tears
That covered all the ground
But she was there, and I was young
So I went all unheeding of the sound;
All I remember is a vase, pink as summer
Glowing in the windowsill, and a smile
That shone though age had creased
All that surrounded it.
She was my mother’s mother, and I
Loved her so very much.
We worked together in the yard
To sweep away each bitter shard
Autumn had left to taunt us with.
We talked of many things, I’m sure
That older people must endure
When talking to a child,
But though the day grew dimmer
Her patience did not, and at the last
We’d filled the barrow.
Glowing with happiness, I left her place
And pink, pink vase
A smile across my face.
Because I’d helped her, and she had so very,
Very obviously loved me.

—by Andrew H.

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Heather Eure has served as the Poetry Editor for the late Burnside Collective and Special Projects Editor for us at Tweetspeak Poetry. Her poems have appeared at Every Day Poems. Her wit has appeared just about everywhere she's ever showed up, and if you're lucky you were there to hear it.
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  1. Donna Falcone says

    September 12, 2016 at 9:31 am

    Bravo, Andrew! Such a poem! 🙂 d

    Reply
    • Sandra Heska King says

      September 13, 2016 at 6:52 am

      What Donna said. A beautiful tribute to your grandmother. I especially like “autumn’s tears” and the vase as “pink as summer.”

      Reply
  2. Donna Falcone says

    September 12, 2016 at 1:35 pm

    Five Words

    Five words formed
    where light lived.

    Five words,
    like a threadsnake,
    slithering upward through
    stacked vertebrae,
    slicing a new path
    through tangled, raw nerves.

    Five words clearing a
    constricted throat,
    sliding over tongue and teeth,
    bursting into the dark-as-pitch-day.

    I will never hit you.

    Reply
    • Maureen says

      September 12, 2016 at 5:11 pm

      Oh, that last line! (And I didn’t see it coming.)

      Reply
      • Donna Falcone says

        September 12, 2016 at 5:52 pm

        Thanks, Maureen! And thank you for telling me that you didn’t see it coming.

        Reply
    • Sandra Heska King says

      September 13, 2016 at 6:56 am

      What Maureen said.

      And the words forming like a snake where light lives. One doesn’t (at least I don’t) think of connecting a snake with light. I looked up “threadsnake.” One article called it “adorable.”

      Reply
      • Donna Falcone says

        September 13, 2016 at 7:41 am

        Thank you Sandra.

        The intensity of Kundalini came to mind as the words worked their way up… and so, the snake. 🙂

        Reply
        • Sandra Heska King says

          September 13, 2016 at 8:52 am

          Back to Mr. Google. I had to look up Kundalini. 😉

          Reply
    • Heather Eure says

      September 15, 2016 at 10:50 pm

      Oh, my goodness, Donna! That certainly is a piercing last line. It grips. Nicely done.

      Reply
  3. Maureen says

    September 12, 2016 at 2:02 pm

    I did something a little different: made a found poem from LW’s first post last week about ‘The Magician’s Elephant’ and worked in meanings for oath, vow, and promise.

    At the Opera

    after “The Magician’s Elephant”

    Act 1

    Grim, the magician swears
    the light is dying,

    missing from everywhere
    warm and familiar,

    missing, like the blanket
    on the small bed

    in the cavernous room
    where a small child harbored

    her simple dream
    to find an elephant with no name.

    Act 2

    On a street improbably narrow
    a song calls from the opera

    house, its improbable story
    (unsurprisingly) about a beggar

    and the dream of a child
    and the working of an elephant

    who summoned them to learn
    what it is to be known, with a name.

    A mother somewhere, leaning against
    that dark building, is weeping.

    Act 3

    Understand: a name spoken
    often, in laughter, in play, in love,

    over and over again, is
    everything to the broken-

    hearted and cold and lost,
    the way a star is beautiful

    to the magician who finds
    himself praying in prison,

    who makes a vow to set things
    right in another place entirely.

    Act 4

    In a world strange to opera,
    there are so many things,

    confusing things, things too
    chaotic to bear, that influence

    who and what we become.
    But we promise to wonder.

    Act 5

    A story about love
    is a story about connection—

    of a brother’s oath to find a sister,
    of a magician kept alive

    by the star he gazed upon,
    of a child in the dark, awake

    to a dream and the words
    of an elephant with no name.

    Reply
    • Donna Falcone says

      September 12, 2016 at 3:29 pm

      Maureen, this is beautiful. You have such a gift for seeing the global connections and shaping them into wonderful found poems. I’m so glad you shared this. Thank you.

      Reply
      • Maureen says

        September 12, 2016 at 5:09 pm

        Thank you, Donna.

        Reply
    • Sandra Heska King says

      September 13, 2016 at 7:04 am

      Oh, Maureen. You’ve done it again. I’m printing this out and tucking it into my book. You’ve captured the story here so beautifully. I love when you go mining for gold.

      Reply
    • Will Willingham says

      September 14, 2016 at 2:45 pm

      Love this. Thanks, Maureen. 🙂

      Reply
    • Heather Eure says

      September 15, 2016 at 10:53 pm

      Maureen, I love how you connected the book and the prompt. Beautiful.

      Reply
  4. Sandra Heska King says

    September 13, 2016 at 10:27 am

    Crumbs

    Just two weeks in he spoke the words,
    but I ducked them and cast more bread upon the water.
    The crumbs were quickly snatched.

    Just two weeks later he dared again,
    but this time with a question, and I crumbled.
    “I do,” I said. “I will.”

    Then five months later, cake crumbs and confetti,
    a snow-white dress on a winter day.
    “I will,” I said. “I do.”

    Forty-five years later and a million crumbs of time,
    he still speaks the words,
    and I say, “Me, too. I do. I will.”

    Reply
    • Donna Falcone says

      September 13, 2016 at 12:42 pm

      Oh… goosebumps and smiles. This is so sweet. (and I love DUCKING the question by feeding the ducks – clever)

      I really like how your story emerges here – from two weeks to 45 years.

      Reply
      • Sandra Heska King says

        September 13, 2016 at 2:05 pm

        Who would have thunk it? (I sure wasn’t hunting. 🙂 )

        Reply
        • Donna Falcone says

          September 13, 2016 at 4:40 pm

          😉 When it works, it works and it often works best when we aren’t even expecting it -well, that’s been my experience. 45 Years. So happy for you.

          Reply
    • Heather Eure says

      September 15, 2016 at 10:57 pm

      How dear. Such a sweet, tender poem and an answer that embodies the very best in a promise.

      Reply
  5. Monica Sharman says

    September 16, 2016 at 12:51 pm

    At the feast, all the seats
    at the front table
    were already filled,
    so I said I wouldn’t
    pry myself
    between
    guests of honor.
    But I could hear
    their laughter
    like bells together,
    together up there—
    and the tintinnabulation was more
    than I could bear.

    Reply
    • Andrew H says

      September 16, 2016 at 3:49 pm

      I loved this poem – “tintinnabulation” = new favourite word of the month!

      Reply
  6. Andrew H says

    September 16, 2016 at 3:49 pm

    Thanks for featuring my poem, and thanks to Donna and Sandra for their kind comments!

    The Pledge

    When life is grey with death,
    Or cause for weeping found
    Within some thing’s decay,
    I will recall these lines;
    Recall until my dying day.

    There is yet joy within the world,
    Yet other scenes where beauty flashes
    Outwards from your inner dreams.
    Heed not pain’s scourging lashes
    For whilst they burn, you know;
    You live to plough new fields, and sow.

    Or when a grimness seems to dwell
    Upon your features and your mind,
    To harry you with loathsome knell
    Or keep you from the hand that’s kind –
    Recall, oh ye of little faith, there lies
    Some fairer path barred him that dies.

    Yes, yes, fantasy weaves ten thousand
    All the same in garb and bearing – beasts
    That bay to let you know you’re hounded;
    You but shudder at their all-imagined feasts.
    Take action and the sword, bare flame
    And soon you’ll have those monsters tame.

    So heed these words, that you may see
    Folly breeds folly, and despair despair
    You are not one, but many who may be
    Brighter and fuller under some more tender care –
    And so, remember this your pledge and rhyme,
    To ne’er give in, if you may but recall one line.

    Reply

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