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THE LAST STANZA
by W. Mahlon PurdinIt's always there.
Good or bad. There it is.
You can fight it off with long riffs
Of fancy where you always win,
But it won't help. It's inevitable,
The last stanza always comes along.
If it's well written it works. Usually.
But there's nothing for certain.
Keep the momentum going if you can
It adds to the drama when will you stop?
If you remove the high notes, something is missing.
And those low notes, well nothing needs to be said.
Having your arms high up into the sky
Feeling the wind and sun. Like a flower.
That's the way to go.
Things herd. The good ones pile up.
The bad ones cling and wrestle.
It used to be becomes what was.
And what is is. Now you know.
Is it here that it all ends?
Where the meander bends.
If it's well written it works. Usually.
But there's nothing for certain.
Keep the momentum going if you can
It adds to the drama when will you stop? 06/14/2014 Posted on 09/19/2014
Copyright © 2026 W. Mahlon Purdin
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/21/14 at 09:16 PM Captivating metaphoric capture of the process of writing, and applicable to other things as well...a relationship. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/22/14 at 01:41 AM Love the phrase - "Things herd" and all that follows in that stanza. |
| Posted by Johnny Crimson on 09/22/14 at 06:15 PM Great write! I stop when my fingers stop moving, which is usually very quickly...though as of late I've been admittedly long winded. |
| Posted by Steve Michaels on 09/29/14 at 02:43 PM "Things herd." I love the raw truth of that. |
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