The Last Page

"the end"

So, that was it...

The last page of our tale

where characters drifted apart

and reasons were embalmed between the lines.

 

Postponing authored tragic end,

I reflected on our bookmarked chapters

and married our midnight memories.

 

Death dwelled in delays

so with a sigh, I chose to let go

and let things be --

conflict unresolved,

plot unjustified.

 

I composed courage

and faced the last page

of my best eight months,

 

 

 

 

 

epilogued by an ellipsis.

Reviews

[Eddie Davis]

A very well constructed poem and a fascinating look at a relationship as a story using metaphors from writing. The words just jumped out at you 'reasons were embalmed between the lines' is beautifully said.

A sad, but resolved voice comes through and I keep thinking of the old saying, "When you come to the last page: close the book."

[Blue]

Thank you so much, Eddie!

[Lyn Anderson]

I like this. For me it is about a relationship that the best of the times were eight months of it. A great write.

[Blue]

Thank you, KL!

[David Scott]

Sounds like a pregnant woman needing to deliver her baby...
Maybe in need to sleep...

[Blue]

Haha. Maybe, David! You do have a creative way of interpreting things. :) Thank you!

[David Scott]

The last stanza... one more month to go... :)

[Blue]

Hahaha. You're freaking hilarious!

[Nusquam Esse]

This is excellent! I am in the process of writing something which has some similarities with this, so it has been heavy on my mind as of late. I love your fourth and final lines!

[Blue]

Thank you, Nusquam! And I'd be very happy if you were able to finish that poem. Keep me updated. :)

[Nusquam Esse]

No no, it is no poem, it is a novel; so don't hold your breath. :P

[Blue]

Ohh, fat chance of me reading it, then? Reading lengthy prose online is often a strain, especially if the length is unjustified. But I can try to print out your novel. I was impressed by the story you've sent me last time I think you won't disappoint. :)

[Nusquam Esse]

Well, I am not done yet... so yeah... >_> But once I finish, I'll hit you up; after all, prose is what I consider myself best at. And I completely agree with you; I despise reading from a computer, I need a book. :D

[Blue]

I look forward to it! :)

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Death dwelled in delays
So with I sigh, I chose to let go

Whoa those lines really hit the spot, you go on with your bad self, awesome poem all around.

[Blue]

Thank you so much! :)