Welcome to the bar folks. Mr Scribbles here to see you through another round of Poetics. Pull up a seat. Pour yourself a glass of your choice of fire water. There’s Whiskey and Tequila on offer. You might need it.

This evening I want you to think about ‘THE END.’

Have a listen to the Lizard King himself weave his lyrical magic whilst you ponder it.

What does that phrase mean for you ? The end of life as we know it? The end of the road? The end of a relationship? The end of a job? The end of the poem? The end of the beginning? The beginning of the end? The possibilities are END-less 😉

Pen me a poem about THE END.

To give you some food for thought here are a couple of examples of ‘The End’ poems.

The End by Mark Stand

Not every man knows what he shall sing at the end,

Watching the pier as the ship sails away, or what it will seem like

When he’s held by the sea’s roar, motionless, there at the end,

Or what he shall hope for once it is clear that he’ll never go back.

When the time has passed to prune the rose or caress the cat,

When the sunset torching the lawn and the full moon icing it down

No longer appear, not every man knows what he’ll discover instead.

When the weight of the past leans against nothing, and the sky

Is no more than remembered light, and the stories of cirrus

And cumulus come to a close, and all the birds are suspended in flight,

Not every man knows what is waiting for him, or what he shall sing

When the ship he is on slips into darkness, there at the end.

The End of Eating Everything by Neil Ellman
 (Wangechi Mutu, animated video)
 
I am an omnivore
having eaten everything
all manner of animal, vegetable
mineral and machine
every element on the periodic table
cleaned down to their bones
and they to their subatomic souls
each planet in its turn
the stars and galaxies
dark matter and black holes
words too, and memories—
there is nothing left to eat
and I hunger for the past
when the universe could provide
sustenance enough for everyone
but I am now alone
with an empty belly
and nothing to appease.

So let’s go to it and pen a poem. Once written please link here to dVerse and then add your piece to the Mr Linky below. Don’t forget to read and comment on the other poems submitted. It helps keep the wheels oiled.

See you along the trail.