by the Community
The end? It was supposed to be the beginning
How am I supposed to live again,
When her end came before her beginning?
Strength, my need now, be present wait.
Time, no gap where the end must end
In the end, as in the beginning, we had one baby;
But, lo the lives we lived while there were two.
Dreams and hopes are crushed in the end
with no movement and pure silence.
With his death came
The end of my innocence.
The unseen barrier of the end assists the start of another phase which is often unexplored
An infinitesimal space separates the beginning from the end and the end from the beginning however they are linked just as in each breath
Others wait for me to reach the end,
but a loveknot goes on forever.
Your death was not the end of my love for you
our hearts journey together forever without end
My rope. My hope. My ability to cope.
Reached ends, beginnings never seen.
Guitars and helicopters. A bowl licked clean. The last page turned. Seconds on a stopwatch, stopped.
about this poem.
For this month's community poem, each contributor was asked to explore The image or idea of the end in two lines.
about the contributors.
Contributors to this month's community poem include: Jane Lloyd, Sally, Julie Cozens, Audrey, Rachel, Sherry Russo, Janice, Jenni, Amy McCarter, Angie and Jess.