New Perspective on Honor

[Cesar]

I don't have a poem yet, but the prompt is "Honor." I really need to discover a new approach to this prompt, any suggests? I have looked into the definition, and have only come up with writing about a circumstance that represents honor, but I want something fresh, any suggestions?

[busker]

Just write what you feel like writing, such as a sonnet on ice cream, and weave honour into it one way or the other

[RiverNotch]

sounds too vague. what about honor do you wanna write?

[Cesar]

sounds too vague. what about honor do you wanna write?

Honorable is the prompt for a competition, and I think they chose such a vague and abstract topic to see how we interpret it. I was thinking maybe writing about how even those we view as lesser than ourselves are honorable. No matter the circumstances, we can rise above our situations and be 'successful'.

[RiverNotch]

just remember

FALSTAFF
Hal, if thou see me down in the battle and bestride
me, so; 'tis a point of friendship.
PRINCE HENRY
Nothing but a colossus can do thee that friendship.
Say thy prayers, and farewell.
FALSTAFF
I would 'twere bed-time, Hal, and all well.
PRINCE HENRY
Why, thou owest God a death.
Exit PRINCE HENRY
FALSTAFF
'Tis not due yet; I would be loath to pay him before
his day. What need I be so forward with him that
calls not on me? Well, 'tis no matter; honour pricks
me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I
come on? how then? Can honour set to a leg? no: or
an arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound? no.
Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? no. What is
honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what
is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it?
he that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no.
Doth he hear it? no. 'Tis insensible, then. Yea,
to the dead. But will it not live with the living?
no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore
I'll none of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon: and so
ends my catechism.
Exit

[CRNDLSM]

It would be an honor to assist you sir

[dukealien]

Don't forget, I could not love thee half so well, loved I not honor more.  In other words, honor sets a limit on love: you have to have it to maximize (the value of) your affection.  And your beloved must be honorable, for your love of that beloved to be of the highest quality.

Love being, as it is, so devalued and derided these days, no wonder honor shares its fate.

(The joke is that Julius Caesar, of that quote, was quite modern in his polyamory by contemporary accounts - "Every woman's husband, and every man's wife," it was said.  But politics may have entered into the accusation.)