Thursday, April 30, 2009

the last poem

farewell spark


there is no more breath,

no flame to trapeze off,

morning is coming, the

planet is sliding our side


to the sun again, beside

her you are nothing, a

wisp, a gleam, a thing

blinked out of an eye.


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For today's prompt, I want you to write a farewell poem. After all, we are saying farewell to another wonderful National Poetry Month. Say farewell to this month; say farewell to a vacation spot; say farewell to a bad relationship; say farewell to work; say farewell to school; say farewell to saying farewell...

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The thrill is gone, I'm glad this is over.

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