Saturday March 1st, 2014

The exercise:

Write a four line poem about something that is: coming to an end.

Mine, I will freely admit, is a little on the optimistic side.

Had a couple of small bookings in the alley this afternoon, which helped the second half of the day to fly by. The morning was less swift, but that was okay. It's not like I was fully awake for it anyway.

Mine:

His bags are packed,
He's ready to go.
Winter will rest
Until next year's snow.

2 Comments:

Greg said...

I'm pretty sure we're in the middle of Spring over here, so I don't think you're being too optimistic just yet! It's a nice poem though, nice enough that Winter may hang around a little longer to see what else you write about him!

Coming to an end
It's been a long, dark nine months now,
But I love you more than any friend.
So come on twin, it's time to go,
Gestation's coming to an end!

Marc said...

Greg - I would like some of your Spring, please. Now. Ish. No, just now.

(Actually it's quite mild out today, so I may have already gotten my wish!)

That's a sweet little poem. I wasn't expecting the twin angle, but I think it works better than the baby/mom angle that I figured you were going for.