Today is our first Tuesday of the month. If this is your first poem-a-day rodeo, then I have a special treat for you today, because I do Two-for-Tuesday prompts for these challenges. You can write to one prompt; write to the other; or try to do both. Totally up to you.
Here are the two prompts for today:
- Write a beginning poem. And, of course, when something begins, it often signals something else ending. Soooo, the other prompt is to…
- Write an ending poem. Poem about something ending.
This one combines both... beginning and ending
ReplyDeleteThe world ended when time began
spun away out of control
nothing to hold the masses in place
only ghosts of what once had been.
Dreams and nightmares merge as one
darkness and light battled for space
voiced silenced - no cries were heard
tears streamed from haunted vacant eyes.
A million hands raised in the vacuum
found only a zone of whispered thoughts
words that echoed in the void
frightened those who still could hear.
Now there is only gloom and death
not a wish or dream remained behind
the cursed and blessed all learned the truth
the world ended when time began.
By the time I was done reading this, I was imagining it in the voice of the guy who does the spoken word opening for Moody Blues "Days of Future Past." Love the last line in particular.
DeleteThis gave me the chills. It is excellent poetry especially on the fourth day. You have out done yourself. Totally awesome!!!! With this stomach ache, I'm having a hard time thinking. I shouldn't complain knowing what you're going through. This one belongs in a book!!!
DeleteSweet, as a friend of mine would say, and cogent! Fun to read out loud dramatically.
Deleteand btw... i caught up with my comments on yesterday's poems.
ReplyDeleteI was really tempted to use an old one for today. I have several on this theme. In fact I think he did a similar one last year. But I had time to write and know this is more of a "journal entry with short lines" than a poem, but hey, I'm writing!!!
ReplyDeleteBefore my walk up the mountain road
I argue inside my head. Don't want to,
so hard to start, but I begin, feel
the breeze, smell the earth, hear the birdsong.
One foot, then the other, step over
breeches in broken road. Rain creates
small rivers I navigate, step up
to a smooth part. My lungs heave for air
far too quickly but I reach the top,
where I argue again. Turn around
now? I look down the steep other side
where the hunting lodge lies in hiding,
the halfway point still down the mountain.
Should I commit? I want to quit but
all the way to the end always wins.
I know that struggle. When I used to exercise with mom. Some days it was just too early to be up let alone walking that tread mill. and riding that bike. Then Destiny would come over about 12:00 and we'd go to the club and work out some more. It was a real push sometimes. I just wanted to sit on a machine and drink Gatorade and read a book. lol
Deletewhat a climb! i could barely breathe by the time we reached the top. i could feel your pain :-)
DeleteLove how vividly you create the reality of what you did. I had the same experience once walking with y daughter in Italy and wow, it was like that!
DeleteIn the beginning
ReplyDeletethere was coffee
and maybe a little bird
sitting on the window sill
some people
smoke a cigarette
I think they stink
others
hit on their pipe
I can't
Nazi doctor said, no no
The beginning of a new day
the sun's not shining
looks like it might rain
at least
it's warm outside
I like warm rain
and there are those
who think I'm insane
it's no worse than
a shower
there are those
who do that before coffee
that's ungodly
in my opinion
days must begin
if not, there would be
nothing...
It had to end
I saw it coming
the signs were there
the daily/ nightly fights
the constant discord
the name calling
a rotten marriage
in the making
It went on this way
for months
maybe as much as a year
so he found someone else
someone pleasant and helpful
Soooo, Why are you blaming
ME!!!
Love the images in the first one. Very vivid imagery!! Love the first lines too.
Deletelove the top half and the coffee being the beginning. the in the end is a bit confusing but still a good write.
DeleteA beginning and an end. Yes, I expect that's the poing. Nice.
ReplyDeleteMobius Mobile
ReplyDeleteThere is no end without a beginning
And no beginning without an end.
When the end comes, it is only
to make room for the beginning to begin
and when the beginning begins
it also contains the end.
The ourobouos bites its tail,
And the tale of the ourobouros
Is a cosmic lemniscate is a mobius strip
without a beginning or an end
and the seamless whole is the yin/yang
All that illuminates the path of life.
I love mobius strips!!! Once again, I wish I had thought of that! It would have made a great poem. It DID make a great poem for you! LOL
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