For today’s prompt, write a secret poem. The poem itself could be a secret, or it could be about keeping secrets or, I suppose, not keeping them. Or maybe it’s about a top secret project, or the poem is a riddle with some sort of secret meaning. Or, well, I’ll let you figure out how best to poem secretively.



by John Yeo

Ethically and morally
There is no other way.
I can demand and curse
I am sure you will not respond.
The oath you took is very strong,
I beg and hope in despair.
I ask the question once again,
Will my Mother, ever recover?


The coma has lasted a year,
It is tearing me to shreds.
My Mother requested your silence
To prevent me getting hurt.
Do you not think my not knowing
Is against her written wishes?
This silence is driving me insane.
I ask you desperately, once again.
Will my Mother ever recover?


You always respond to my fears,
With a reassuring calm reply,
You say the answer is not clear
My mother has a living sparking mind
The machines are essential to life
To prevent her slipping away.
Your answer to my fears, yet again
When I ask you desperately in my pain
Will my Mother ever recover?


You react to my pleas with alarm
You refuse to break your silence.
I am sure of her views on machines
Your treatment is a breach of trust.
Yet you continue to treat with the excuse
Your oath guides your reactions to life.

First do no harm!”

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

Written for Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic asides blog on “Writers Digest”



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