You can push the pause button, but you can never erase
Several lifetimes of memories
Carried home… set on the shelf
Waiting for harvest
Now, I am the last to let leaves weep and stand naked as cold winter shivers around me.
Waiting for snowfall
my work’s almost done, then I’ll take my leave
No money required
My escape from the eternal darkness around me
as others foolishly think our towers of babel will be our answer
leaving tourists in awe… but no babies sing on the boulevard De L’Orangerie
and sailors drink a toast to a red-sky night
Today at d’Verse, Laura asked us to consider ending lines! We are to take the ending lines from our last twelve poems and compose them into a poem. They are to be as written with only minor changes. She said, “You may add preposition, conjunction or change of tense, if it helps the flow.” I did a couple minor gender changes from she to I and my to make it work. The rest of the lines were as written.
Photo of my work in progress: Dwight L. Roth
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