Here we are again: the end of another challenge. Thank you so much for showing up and poeming along with me. It’s always a great deal of fun.
For today’s prompt, write a closing time poem. Or another way of coming at this prompt is to write a poem in which something is coming to an end–like this month’s poetry challenge. Could be the end of a concert, an era, or whatever else must come to a close.
Okay. Complete "poem."
ReplyDeleteSecrets slither down
hallways concealed by doorways
eclipsed by shadows.
Her red lips, red hair
red dress, shimmer in dim light
as the door opens.
"Stop," she cautions, then
views the intruder, smiles
with invitation.
Case of mistaken
identity, so like him,
she discerns too late
it was not bright, door
unlocked, unprotected. One
can intrude unheard.
"Pizza?" he inquired.
Pepperoni, sausage. Smells
waft across the room.
Memories flood her
senses, family dinners,
Friday gatherings.
"So like your father,"
she says, "thought you were a ghost
come back to haunt me."
"I battle that ghost
each day." her visitor puts
forth. "He's never gone."
A good deal of time
has passed since their last meeting
yet they do not touch.
"You should, could, have warned,
prepared my marrow for this
abrupt reunion.
Why now?" she laments,
purses her red lips, turns her
red dress to the wall.
She slumps, a spider
luring prey, feels arms surround,
capture completed.
"Let's eat some pizza
before it gets cold, but you
must hear my report."
Words tight, a coiled spring
ready to release, trigger
savage explosions.
Deflects, takes a bite
of pizza. "My favorite.
But you always were."
"You loved only him,
forsaking us for one kiss,
promises unkept.
Now you want reports,
tell me I'm your favorite,
so much temptation.
Your velvet threads weave
webs I do not understand.
Tangled, intimate."
Secrets slither down
concentric arcs of complex
silk disturbances,
persist toward center,
dangerous information,
bleeding edge of pain.
A rose in red dress,
her red lips speak sharp like thorns,
words destroy her prey.
Like dancers, fighters,
take measure of the other,
they find their balance.
It's not poetry,
there is no form to their stance,
cannot hold the line.
Surreptitious sighs,
mellifluous platitudes.
Just Barmecide.
"Carbon copy. Your
father. Why did I think it
would be different?
"Stories, fantasies.
I need authenticity.
Grant me that at least.
"Making waves with lies,
half-truths, does not become you.
Reveal your real self."
"You don't like that self,
want perfect child, happily
ever after child."
She points, fires her gun.
Red blood joins red lips, nails, dress.
She smiles, leaves. The end.
Oh my, such an amazing piece of work. You rock!
Deletea nice finale vic - love and peace - paul.
Deleteholy shit! was not expecting that! great ending! love it!
ReplyDeleteSensational climax to a terrific tale!!! You did a great job. I was not expecting that ending either!!!
ReplyDeleteApril first brings us
ReplyDeletea poem a day to compose
all good things must end
Yup, and now it has come. Whew! Happy senryu to you too!
DeleteYes, whew!!! The rush is over. Great senryu! Really great job this month, Bonnie!!
DeleteAll good things must end some day. All the leaves must fall. But don't you know that it hurts me so to say goodbye to you... Wish you didn't have to go. Oh no no no...
DeleteThe end is the beginning
ReplyDeletethe beginning is the end,
and the circle goes around and around.
The mobius strip
is an endless trip
between the sky and the ground.
Beginning with the end,
the end must begin,
and take us all around again,
The finale is the start
of a new form of art
as the opening lines make plain.
As the end comes in view
the beginning will too
for as we discover the return
it's all about knowing
and eventually showing
just what it is we all have to learn.
And when we are done
tt's nice if we've had fun
Or if not that at least we have grown
for our trip around the moon
ends either late or soon
with the harvest of the seeds we have sown.
good job! I enjoyed this very much. You did a great job this month, Tasha!
Deletehttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VyjRh-Y7a5o
Deletelife is just a circle...
Delete" life is just a ride. sometimes you go up and sometimes you go down......just remember, it;s just a ride " bill hicks. my third favourite comedian.
DeleteI think we all did a great job and I'm proud for all of us. Thanks friends for all the comments and kind words.
DeleteI love mobius strips. But I want to learn to make a tesseract. LOL
DeletePlease also see my poem for yesterday which I posted just now. And whose turn is it next, please? Thanks for all the great poetry, Bonnie, Victoria and Linda...of course kudos to our resident rapper and street performer Paul as well.
ReplyDeleteher eyes spoke volumes
ReplyDeletebody language told novels
as she shook off the pain
tears came involuntarily
she wiped them away
and smiled with joviality
her heart was broken
her very soul in shambles
...it was over
after all those years
after all the laughter
after all the tears
suddenly, it was no more...
such a sad ending!!!
Deletebeen there wolfie...had a little cry in the library - paul.
DeleteIntense poem! Like it a lot.
Deletea day late, but cramp and broken trains wait for no man.
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she left and took my heart and soul
closed my eyes and closed my mind
never wanted to see another woman again
too much pain
my heart and soul crept back, till i am nearly whole
but still i have her habits and ties that bind
still sometimes walk down our little park lane
it's overgrown now with weeds and nettles that sting
how much time will i allow, for salvation to bring.
somebody read this please. i think it's one of my better ones.
I agree, very good, and very poignant. You ae a true oet.
DeleteI love the 2nd stanza best. I do admit I'd like to see some poems about things other than how horrible women are to you.
Deletei do like the imagery created but like Victoria wld like to see different topics. pity party ended a long time ago. time to become a poet again...see more than your personal angst
Deletethanks tash. i appreciate it - love and peace - paul.
Deleteyou know i write about other things like politics, and the environment and bunnies and stuff bonita, but none of them fit the topics. a tough day - love paul.
Deletesix disaterous relationships in a row will do that to me vic - love and peace - paul.
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