A poem a week for a year. |
| Recognition A voice from the crowd addressed to you and turning, you know the face, an old old friend, the companion of such youthful times of fun. You smile and greet with joyful words turning to dribble on your chin. Oh no, it’s happened again, you can’t remember their name. Line count: 11 Free verse For Promptly Poetry, Week 40 Prompt: Write a poem about a time you forgot something. |