and the next last line is?
and the next last line is?
.
...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.
Lovely, lovely poem Pen, but where did you get your last line from? Huh, huh?Originally Posted by Pendragon
I'm in love with The Vinegar Man and Mr. Tanner, but be careful, it could just as easily be you.
"If you're going to write you better have somewhere to come from." Flannery O'Connor
Ooops, sorry symphony. I didn't see this page. Still needing a last line though. This is quite a challenge.
I'm in love with The Vinegar Man and Mr. Tanner, but be careful, it could just as easily be you.
"If you're going to write you better have somewhere to come from." Flannery O'Connor
This was supposed to be the next last line. Honestly, keep up.
Okay, I'll give it a try.
The Hobby
Every time he walked into the room he caught her, staring into space,
And he looked for the apparition that held her,
Held her like he longed to do,
But seeing him from the corner of her eye, she closed the invisible curtain,
Quickly dropping her eyes to her book or her drawing or her game of solitaire.
In the kitchen she would stare deep into cupboard doors as if practicing her xray vision,
And he would touch her shoulders and ask what smelled so good,
Hoping she would turn and melt into his embrace,
But she would turn to the stove and melt butter instead,
Quickly adding the chopped onions that had put tears in her eyes.
He longed to be her pastime, to be the page she turned, the pencil she held or the card she flipped,
And he tried to be a worthy partner in games or life, whichever came first,
Loving her more than he could ever describe,
But knowing the truth he feared, he smiled and shrugged, saying
Quickly, "Glad anyway you found some sort of hobby to keep your mind off things".
new last line: A time like no other.
Last edited by ampoule; 08-07-2007 at 09:49 AM. Reason: to add the new last line
I'm in love with The Vinegar Man and Mr. Tanner, but be careful, it could just as easily be you.
"If you're going to write you better have somewhere to come from." Flannery O'Connor
Hey ampoule looks like we did this at the same time. I was going to edit, but as you gave no 'next line', I'm just going to let it stand.
Your letter arrived
in yesterday's mail
you say you are better
in hospital now
that makes me feel happy
I know you need help
and the way that you felt
was too terrible to endure
You say that the treatment
some drugs and therapy
are important to helping you
regain a degree of sensibility
but what made me happiest
is the fact that you now
are now playing Sanskrit
the poets own game!
This is excellent news
that you now have a hobby
to keep your mind off of things.
last line: pretend you did not hear me say such a thing
Last edited by Haven; 08-07-2007 at 09:52 AM.
"Man, of all the animals, is probably the only one to regard himself as a great delicacy".
Jacques Yves Cousteau
Location: Turks and Caicos Islands,2003
No problem Haven, we'll go with yours.
I'm in love with The Vinegar Man and Mr. Tanner, but be careful, it could just as easily be you.
"If you're going to write you better have somewhere to come from." Flannery O'Connor
Forgot whre I was...this thread has been missing for a while, sorry, BLP! I don't think I could have worked that last line into that poem anyway, but then I wouldn't have started down that road if I had remembered that I had to end on that line... Total mind freeze!Lovely, lovely poem Pen, but where did you get your last line from? Huh, huh?
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
No problem, Pen. And yes, it was a tough last line.
Hellllooooo!!! Yoo-hoo fellow gamesters...
last line: pretend you did not hear me say such a thing
"Man, of all the animals, is probably the only one to regard himself as a great delicacy".
Jacques Yves Cousteau
Location: Turks and Caicos Islands,2003
Conversation Interrupting My Lunch
“What? Oh my God! You have got to be kidding me!”
“No! Really? Isn’t he just to die for?”
“Well Mary said that Jill told her that Irene mentioned in passing…”
“Oh my God! You didn’t! You actually told her that?”
“Well, it’s like, I’m standing there minding my own business as usual…”
“Yeah! The nerve of the old cow! I told her where to go in a heartbeat, girlfriend!”
“Oh my God! With Tommy Grant? Isn’t he just babe-a-licious?”
“Tammy? Whoa, girlfriend, there’s a ho and a half, now, for sure.”
“Get real. She is? At the party on Friday night?”
“Pretend you did not hear me say such a thing…”
Pendragon
© 8/7/07
Next line: nobody was faster...
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
A flash reversed blackness:
figures harshly silhouetted,
a child kneeling, a man swinging a hammer.
Take one step to laugh,
another to weep,
every separate murmur leans heavily, beyond drunkenness,
encircling grime embedded cities,
little gutter rivers reflecting street-lamps,
disappearing down drains,
carrying even the light of Orion.
She was adept
at gathering glittering moments
to press in pages with a sigh.
His words fell like stars
through the vacuum of her universe.
She knew him thoroughly by then,
In demands and withdrawal,
the theory of light’s disappearance in space,
it was apparent to her that
he was traveling faster than she, faster than light
for the solid invulnerability of a black hole.
with wide eyes, and a muted cheer,
she had to admit that
nobody was faster.
next line:
and I will whisper a secret...the end of robots is near.
Last edited by Riesa; 09-02-2007 at 11:51 AM.
"Don't matter who they are, anybody sets foot in this house, they are company and don't let me catch you remarking on their ways like you were so high and mighty."
Very lovely.
In Kentucky a wheelbarrow
still stands with the expression
of obtuse discordance,
the metal twists and rusted bolts
bent under strain from wearied hands
grappling with an uncontrolled
inclination to topple without
theft of balance
is still a meaning without focus
and uncentered in this world.
The break of furtive atoms
is no more a mystery than
the way his fingers slide and tumble
in dust like the rolling tongue
of water spread from crackling
valves into mounds of dirt.
In this charged air of an afternoon
his human eye glistens with more spark
than 10,000 atom thrusts at crime,
and I will whisper a secret...
the end of robots is near.
an ink-stain became origami of thought.
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.
- John Berryman
Pocket Protector
Welling up inside me, a deep and mournful sigh,
I covered my face and shook my head, why?
He hung his head, shuffling his feet
like some little school boy home from work.
Tight-lipped, tapping my foot, I held out my hand,
Hand it over, and he said, I'm sorry, I forgot.
Running to the laundry I doused the indigo stain
with everything that would lift it white.
Turning the pocket inside out I remembered cranes
folded with love and how an ink stain became origami of thought.
new last line: and the world will begin to shine
I'm in love with The Vinegar Man and Mr. Tanner, but be careful, it could just as easily be you.
"If you're going to write you better have somewhere to come from." Flannery O'Connor
I wanted to ask her, Will thou be mine?
But something held me back. Was it the time?
So I waited and silently adored her.
Happy to do that and nothing more.
Fantasies flew faster through my mind
than sheafs of wheat troubled by the wind.
I waited and was happy, still,
I would be happier if I knew her will.
Perhaps one day she'll offer,
without my asking her,
I will be thine!
and the world will begin to shine.
Next last line: Seven pears stood gleaming beside a single apple.
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