I just finished my first poem for National Poetry Month. Todays topic is beginnings and endings. Lasts and Firsts The nearer the end becomes The larger each last looms- Lasts already past, Like the never ending apple harvest I never dreamed would be the last; Lasts that lie ahead, Like locking doors and leaving keys behind To things I love and leave with dread. But beginnings will flourish With firsts to fill each gap- Long awaited firsts, Like celebrations grand and small with tots For whom this wayfarers heart bursts; Firsts that flabbergast, Like blossoms found where none were thought to thrive- Familiar ones with roots to past.
Posted on: Wed, 02 Apr 2014 01:57:35 +0000
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