Get your favorite steep (or brew) and join us in writing a poem based on L.L. Barkat’s [at the end]—which ran recently at Every Day Poems. The poem begins…
At the end of the Sound,
where the pines have been pushed back
by an unrelenting salt wind…
Your Pour
Consider where something “ends” and use it to begin your poem. If you like, use the entire opening format of Barkat’s poem, as such…
“At the end of [your chosen place, state of being, etc.],
where [your chosen object or thought]
by [your chosen force]…
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Glynn says
At the end of the day,
when shadows of memory
gather uninvited,
you will find yourself
walking down lanes
of junipers and hedgerows,
wondering not of what
might have been but
of what was, how
unseen hands shaped
the clay.
L.L. Barkat says
lovely, Glynn! (and that unexpected rhyme at the end that calls back to the opening is not only musically pleasing, but adds to the sense of the poem 🙂 )
Maureen says
Like your poem a lot, Glynn. It is lovely.
Maureen says
We sit at the end of the Sound
Noticing how the unrelenting waves
Push back against the wooden pier
The salt wind rustling the pines
Recalls to us the songs shells
jingled in our ears, reminding us
of the beauty of the pearly sand
we’ll later run our hands through
The beach stretches endlessly
Toward a future we cannot know
(Written in couplets
L.L. Barkat says
Maureen, I like your new take on the poem! 🙂
lynn__ says
Beautiful poetry shared here by all! Which inspired me to write an “at the end” poem too:
https://madhatterpoetry.com/2025/08/14/the-rocks-cry-out/