Friday, December 18, 2020

Endings ~




this poem is composed on a blank slate ..

storyboard of my life 

erasure no option.

this poem is an unfinished symphony ..

a mind-numbing score 

 a voice silenced.

this poem will never be read ..

invisible ink the medium 

it will never be loved.

 this poem will drone on ..

a never-ending tragedy

born on an empty stage. 
Posted by Helen at 8:59 AM
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11 comments:

  1. peterfrankiswrites.wordpress.comDecember 18, 2020 at 12:57 PM

    Nicely penned piece Helen - each statement undone by what follows - though let's hope that, like all good things, this poem does finally find an end. Thank you for sharing and joining in. See you in the new year.

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  2. Yvonne OsborneDecember 18, 2020 at 1:04 PM

    Your voice needs to be heard! Poems read!! Yup, like all good things. See you next year! Happy holidays.

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  3. KerfeDecember 18, 2020 at 1:10 PM

    I like the rhythm of the long and short lines. Like two poems intersecting.

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  4. indybevDecember 18, 2020 at 1:15 PM

    Methinks your poem will sing on, like a never-ending etude of joy, leaving droplets of happy in the lives you touch. IMHO!

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  5. TriciaDecember 18, 2020 at 2:40 PM

    This does feel like two poems intersecting and highlighting the contrasts in our lives. I like the idea of being born on an empty stage in your last line which somehow draws us back to the first line of the poem being composed on the blank slate. Cool concepts, enjoying your poems this year! 💖

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  6. JadeLiDecember 18, 2020 at 4:45 PM

    Interesting poem, Helen.

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  7. robkistnerDecember 19, 2020 at 11:13 AM

    Excellent response to Peter’s wonderful prompt. Hope you have a great holiday season, and look forward to reading more of your work in 2021.

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  8. GraceDecember 19, 2020 at 1:06 PM

    I feel that I am also reading two poems here Helen. This line stood out for me:
    my poem is an unfinished symphony

    Thanks for joining in and wishing you Happy Holidays! Cheers!

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  9. UnknownDecember 21, 2020 at 4:56 AM

    I like the cyclical nature, starting with the blank slate and culminating on the empty stage, and I get the feel it cycles back again, the waxing and waning is like the waves, each one brief and pushing into the next one, this is tender and painful and beautiful, but the possibilities becon us. Very nice, and subtle but spot on response to the prompt. :)

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  10. Lona GyntDecember 21, 2020 at 4:57 AM

    the above by unknown is me, Lona :)

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  11. brudbergDecember 21, 2020 at 12:36 PM

    I hope that the voices of poet will continue to resonate over time... both singing and singe.

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I appreciate each of you and the comments you leave ~~ thanks so much.

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