Poem's End Poem by Brian Mayo
Poem's End
I seem to have no problem starting a poem
(I have pages and pages of great opening lines) ,
but ending one properly is another matter.
I mean, I think we can all agree
a poem needs a strong finish.
Should I have one of those ironic, profound endings- -the kind
that make you squinch your eyes, tilt your head
to the side like a little bird, and say something like,
'Wow...I didn't see THAT coming...' or, 'Jeepers! - -This
guy's DEEP! '- -or should I have one of those
'moral-judgment' endings- -the kind that makes you realize
what worthless pieces of trash we all are when compared
to say, animals or bees?
I once toyed with the idea of ending every poem
the same way, kind of like a signature, but after almost 300
poems ending with 'and the barn burns...' I realized the
whole concept was just silly. Two years- wasted.
It's important to maintain an accurate time-line...
I once wrote a really terrific, moving poem about
the Civil War, only to ruin it all in the last stanza,
in which the wounded soldier sends home several tweets from the
battlefield on his smartphone...
I took hell for that one, I can tell you.
Like I said, I got problems.
Dammit, I knew this was going to happen...
Here I am, again- -nearing that spot where I have to end my poem.
I mean, what choice do I have?
I can't just keep writing, can I?
Can I?
A poem that never ends?
How would THAT look to folks?
That would probably upset a lot of people, big-time,
so I won't try it.
Interesting idea, though; feel free to give it a whirl.
Anyway, realize, won't you,
what despicable pieces of garbage
we all are
and how incredibly ironic
everything is
and oh, by the way,
the barn burns.
'and the barn burns...' may i use that in my next 100 poems? walking home, i spied a large man sitting on a bench, his legs apart, his stretchy shorts split in his ample crotch. i tried to ignore it, the horrid sight of a bulge protruding, but........ no matter how hard i tried to look away, at his crotch i had to watch. and the barn burned! [almost a true story; actually i told him of his wardrobe malfunction. he pulled his large (X-large) T-shirt down over the offending sight/site, and.... then he mentioned part of the age-old adage about left the barn door open. REALLY! ] bri :) enjoyed
Yes, the barn burns...again and again and again. It never ends Loved it!
I found myself relating to every turn of your pen with this write Brian. From....... I seem to have no problem starting a poem (I have pages and pages of great opening lines) , but ending one properly is another matter. I mean, I think we can all agree a poem needs a strong finish.' To...... 'Dammit, I knew this was going to happen... Here I am, again- -nearing that spot where I have to end my poem. I mean, what choice do I have? I can't just keep writing, can I? Can I? A poem that never ends? concept.' A huge LOL moment for that.....just loved it....10++
An enjoyable read as always. I have more opening lines than Doan's has little pills. They sometimes move from page to page when the paper becomes messy. Occasionally, one finally gets used but not before a dozen more have crowded my notebooks. A never ending poem is an interesting concept, along with a rebel tweet.: -) I have been aware of my garbage status for a long time, which is why I am now going to indulge in some bucolic arson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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i loved this a second time. bri :) to MyPoemList...........if it ain't there already!