Poem - MAG Poetry Prize 2010
The Last Ending
by
London, UK
There is something I need to finish
But I am drunk on endings
An infinite scribble wondering how to make a full stop
These deep and dirty pockets
Hold the debris of us
I keep them like a dashboard charm
To prevent me crashing into the fisty reality of it all
I can't shake off the silent dust of you
That moves to choke a clear thought
If I sleep I am the quarry of a memory
If I wake I am burden to the breath
Maybe this ending can wait
I will gift it to old age when wisdom
Will make me laugh it out
In the cafe
Where condensation ghosts the windows
I wait as night parcels the light
Into empty holes in the sky
My head is full of sorrys as sugar lumps
Fall like my heart as you walk in
I have never needed before
Until this beautiful hour of distress
This will be my last ending
Added: 27.04.2010
06.05.2010
Some very original and powerful images here - 'shake off the silent dust of you', wow!
18.05.2010
Some good, strong images, 'an infinite scribble...full stop', 'These deep and dirty pockets/ hold the debris of us'.