in praise of finish(ed) lines

we inky finger
tappety-key the words
across these snow drifts
day after day after day after
even as the world is ending
even though our kids are home
even though we’re torn, and tumbled
even though the world is closed.

we scribble to the tune
of crickets,
night sky. heartbeats.
wandered veins, roadmaps
somewhere, soon.

we mumble to the moon,
and sing syllables off
key. we braille our fingers
loose to trees. we listen
for that iambic breeze.

we start with the all the energy
and the passion and the how
and the why. halfway through,
we stumble and wonder
what the hell we were thinking,
what the hell are we doing
especially this


we fear we nouned too much
or verbed too few
or loosed the same words
in a different order
one too many times
or rhymed, or un
-rhymed, or shouted
when we should have
whispered soft. we send
a few aloft, knowing they
carry grace, afloat. we crush some
under tired thumb,
hope they might later
make wine.

moves more
slowly than any other year,
but we smudge and sting
and stay in this thing,
struggling for that one last
line to fall the way
we weighed it.

and with one last battle
-worn syllable-sigh, we
            (drop, full stop and)

……………………we made it.


in april, we poem.
this year the month felt longer than ever. happy to be done. in may, we rest. 



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5 Responses to in praise of finish(ed) lines

  1. lifelessons says:

    It did feel longer. The prompts were more difficult.. or longer. I felt more controlled by the prompts than usual.

  2. excellent poem – such a joy to read –

    your verbs are wonderful – the familiar ones placed in new contexts
    “mumble to the moon”

    and the ones that Dylan Thomas would appreciate too
    “tappety-key the words”
    “we braille our fingers”

  3. qbit says:

    That is… just… beautiful and wonderful.

  4. Spectacular write, De!

    “we mumble to the moon,
    and sing syllables off
    key. we braille our fingers
    loose to trees. we listen
    for that iambic breeze.”

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