blues & blue bows,
endings
with messy mislabels, endings
of unfinished books, endings
with edges
of contrition & sleeves of discovery
one door
opening to another door
maze of
endings, that never
ends
*a drop of ore,
a native flower,
a piece of splendor
day in and day out
Last 4 lines from *What Beauty does by Patricia Spears Jones
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - MTB - endings & beginnings, hosted by Peter Frankis. Thanks for your comments & visits. Have a Merry and Blessed Christmas. Happy Holidays! See you on Jan. 4, 2021!!!
Endings never really go as how we would anticipate them, especially for anything "messy" or considered unfinished. The ending we might least expect might be the unfinished one, just as the one with "messy mislabels." Now as for these endings, are they interesting? Do they offer anything with finality? I believe that is up to the human mind and imagination, for the most part. This is a brilliant piece, Grace, and it's always a pleasure to read your work.
ReplyDeleteI really love this... the start of the poem with the blues made me think that it would be darker than it really was. I really find the facts that there is always something left unfinished really positive... a book without end seems almost a blessing to me.
ReplyDeleteI can identify with those ‘messy mislabels’, Grace, and the ‘endings of unfinished books’. In a collection of endings, there is bound to be at least one beginning, a tidying up that leads to something new. Merry Christmas to you and your family, and best wishes for a happy New Year.
ReplyDeleteSo like this Grace, the first part seems to disintegrate - and then it turns mid-current like a ship on an anchor chain - tied and settled by the quote. Both a tribute to Spears and an answer to the question the poem poses: what is the point of the messiness of life and endings?
ReplyDeleteI love this poem of endless endings, not only the monotony of daily life but the wonderful things, which keep ending only to begin again. And I do like that word, 'splendour.':-)
ReplyDeleteI really love this poem. The endings that never ends. . .
ReplyDeleteEnjoy your holiday season, Grace!
I love the title of this....and then the "unwrapping" in the poem...finding so many endings. Some unfinished but still endings. A maze....life is like that, right? A maze of beginnings and endings and somehow endings that turn into beginnings. Oh you've got me thinking now!
ReplyDeleteHave a joyful holiday season.....know you are so appreciated here at dVerse!
You show us what is in the box, beneath all the mess and mistakes, and it is lovely.
ReplyDeleteI like the flashes of clarity and the acceptance that some things aren't going to be finished. Also love how you acknowledge that endings are doorways to endings that never end. Happy Holidays, Grace. See you in 2021! P.S. Thank you to you and Bjorn for all you do for dVerse.
ReplyDelete'Endings that never end"
ReplyDeleteNice job with your line breaks and endings. Particularly like "endings with edges"
The maze of doors is a beautiful image, there is always something next on the horizon. The line breaks build on the theme of discovering what's next, a delight to read! 💖
ReplyDeleteEndings are not always new beginnings, but as you note, a maze that goes nowhere in some respects. (K)
ReplyDeleteThat's like a mental tongue-twister. Great fun to read.
ReplyDeleteLove it
ReplyDeleteI love what you have done here Grace!
ReplyDelete'unfinished' ~~~ so many wonderful possibilities. A great poem. Cheers and Happy Holidays.
ReplyDeleteExcellent response to Peter’s wonderful prompt. Hope you have a great holiday season, and look forward to reading more of your work in 2021.
ReplyDeleteThe box you describe must be our 2020 year! One of beginnings and endings and beginnings and endings! WoW!! Well done Grace!
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ReplyDelete"endings
with edges
of contrition & sleeves of discovery"
fits perfectly with this:
"maze of
endings, that never
ends"
edges of contrition, this impacted me. we never are quiet contrite enough, but to open oneself up to some self examination opens sleeves, even ravines of discovery, we all jumble together in such a glorious and painful mess. true there is no end, life is not truly really the type of narrative that fits in the usual story format, we just live day to day, and try to find the color in each one. Such a great opportunity to fill each day with a beginning, thnk of the forgiveness involved in being able to that, truly what we need is more Grace.
ReplyDeleteoh, Lon Haskell = Lona Gynt, for some strange reason, blogspot isn't tuning into my tru self, oh well. :)
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