Sunday, 11 December 2011


Inspired by reaching the end of a writing notebook, I had a go at a poem on endings:

The day ends with the sunset.
Heat ends with the rain.
Love affairs end in failure.
Marriage ends in pain.
The seed ends in the rosehip,
conker, and the nut.
The corm ends in the harvest.
Drought ends in the glut.
Days out end in arguments.
Christmas ends in tears.
Will Hay films end in laughter.
Rallies end in cheers.
Every life must end in death.
All flesh turns to dust.
Pack every day with living
and dazzle fit to bust.


Daddy Papersurfer said...

Love the phrase "dazzle fit to bust".

Puddock said...

Thanks Daddy P - thought it best to end on an optimistic note!

Anonymous said...

I really like this. Everything ends and it is good to make the most of every day. Great to see you writing!!

Puddock said...

Thanks Selma! To get encouragement from such a talented writer as you means a lot :)