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Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 216

So this is the last Wednesday Poetry Prompt until May. That’s right, we’ve got a poem-a-day challenge starting up on Monday (April 1). Get plenty of sleep this weekend, because it’s non-stop poeming after that.

For today’s prompt, write a poem based on the idea of the last of something. Could be a person, place, thing. The last cookie. The last turn. The last star fighter (my brother may be the last person who gets that reference). Just write your last poem (or poems) before April gets rolling.

Here’s my attempt:

“The Last Cookie”

Wasn’t as bad as the last glass of milk
wasn’t as bad as the last tortilla chip
wasn’t as bad as the last bit of salsa
wasn’t as bad as the last burrito
wasn’t as bad as the last glass of lemonade
wasn’t as bad as the last slice of lemon
wasn’t as bad as the last piece of cake
wasn’t as bad as the last sleeve of crackers
wasn’t as bad as the last hot dog
wasn’t as bad as the last package of instant mashed potatoes
wasn’t as bad as the last bacon
wasn’t as bad as the last olives
wasn’t as bad as the last salad that reminded me I was hungry.

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107 thoughts on “Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 216

  1. Juanita Lewison-Snyder

    last poem
    by juanita lewison-snyder

    ( –“from my rotting body, flowers shall grow, and I in them, and that is eternity.” –Edvard Munch )

    when the time comes
    as i’m lowered into the ground,
    i would like my last poem to be
    a rune-like text, embalmed
    inside the heartwood of
    yellow-grained pine,
    expensive but perfect —
    a soulful sketchbook
    of a life once lived
    with few regrets,
    before the surrender
    to gravity
    and the divine
    begins.

    © 2013 by Juanita Lewison-Snyder

  2. Lindy

    The Last of Her

    The last thing she said to me
    was, “I love you!”
    Then we blew our kisses
    over the telephone line.

    The last thing she planned on
    was getting married
    to a longtime friend
    who moved Heaven and Earth for her.

    The last thing she took care of
    were her sibling kitty-cats.
    Lost, alone, hungry or ailing –
    her life belonged to them all.

    The last thing she wanted
    was peace in her heart –
    a legacy passed on
    to her children as young.

    The last thing she did
    was get out of her car
    that had skidded offside
    a snowblinded highway.

    The last thing she saw
    was the truck sliding towards her.
    He wrapped her in blankets and
    held tight to her soul.

    But all for naught –
    the last thing she heard
    was God calling her home
    and the tears in my heart…

    03/27/13
    (for Mom)

  3. Catherine Lee

    Last Kiss

    I need you like addiction needs a reason to breathe.
    This chest, these remembering lungs dare to float
    to you where the air is dangerously thin. Each kiss
    is an imprint of ridges and valleys pressed across
    the topography of my face. There is no border
    or boundary to stop the blazing trail.

  4. identity

    Are re-do’s allowed? :-)

    The Last Leaf

    The last leaf once was budding new life
    Sustained from above and below
    The last leaf once had reason to be
    Working to help the tree grow
    The last leaf found the strength to resist
    The onslaught of rain, wind and snow
    The lonely last leaf, unneeded and spent
    Now finds the strength to let go

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