The Never-Ending Poem

The Dead End (after End, a Beginning)

A Sonnet

“Sometimes you picture me, I’m walking too far ahead You’re calling to me, but I can’t hear what you’ve said” - Cyndi Lauper

Leaves trail in a rustling vacuum, your steps Dim shadows appear, marking your absence My thoughts linger, a pause, my heart now preps Emotions clutter, posts raise up, a fence Still, my soul yaws, a counterbalance now A far sunrise breaks the clouds at dawn’s light A seed, our breath, a warm air in fields sow Love grows, fresh with rain, an idea made right The end is to begin, Ouroboros A beginning see-saws endless dreams rose

Here are some other responses to the prompt.

From Kim McKinney

From Stephen Dalton

From Tooth Truth Roopa Vikesh

From Martin Rushton, where it all started…

My next task is to give a new subject and challenge ten writers to write a poem on that topic. You’re free to publish anywhere you like, of course.

The topic will be, “The Rebel”. The writers I challenge are the fantastic Sherry McGuinn, Kristi Keller, Daniel Goldman, B. A. Cumberlidge., Dr John Rose, August Birch, Terry Mansfield, Diane Overcash, Alex Kilcannon, r.j. quirk.