LPiA-23 Nov. 30

[Tiger the Lion]

Let's Pretend it's April - Nov. 30
Rules: Write a poem for LPiA on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a New Reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month, have written 30 poems for the month of November. (or one, or six, or fifteen) Prompts may be revisited at any time. All members are welcome.

Topic : Write a poem inspired by the end, -30- , Fin 
Form : Any
Line requirements: 8 or more

Feel free to reply with comments or kudos as you wish. 

Questions?

[Wjames]

Dead wood is stacked beside the fire
on hard earth, the cold is silent
but for the crackle.

I am curled in a makeshift shelter
thatched with brown pine, hands tucked in armpit
in a second hand coat beneath a blanket of stars,
breathing steam into dry air.

The only water left is snow,
and every empty food package
has been licked clean.

[dukealien]

Leavings


There’s always something left
in the toothpaste tube
peanut butter jar
or whiskey bottle–
a drop, a smear,
a film, a tiny mote
however carefully you pour
or squeeze it out.

Don’t leave life that way:
when your end draws near
drink deep, my friends,
drink deep!

[TranquillityBase]

Near the darkness we 
do not intend, patch of green 
in the steady rain.

[Tiger the Lion]

It's Only Winter

our hair stands on end
as if death followed autumn--
it's only winter

yes,

it's only winter--
death comes not after autumn
though hairs stand on end

and

though hairs stand on end
it's only winter
it's only winter
it's only winter


*** Thanks to TB for the prompt within the prompt.

[Pike]

The End

I look up at the sky,
bright and blue.
There's two seagulls.
One is pulling at the other's wing
with its beak.
—Come home.