
The poem I would like you write is about the end of something: the end of a season, a relationship, a story, a letter, a journey, a dream, a life, the world, etc. You can write in any form, rhyming or not; just make sure it ends in one of the ways described below – and let us know which you chose and why.

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I chose number 5 by T.S. Eliot because I think it fits well with the USA Today:
Everyone yells their opinions
Speaking from a known dominion
Whether a podium draped in a flag
Or a cardboard box on the main drag
Our voices disappear in the throng
Some telling others they are wrong
I’m guilty of this, I speak out
I try to explain what I’m about
But no one cares
And no one dares
To object to my face
It all seems a race
To end all the old freedom bells’ that rang
“And the world ends in a whimper rather than a bang.”
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Tuesday Poetics: Endings
You sure nailed the moment you are in, indeed an ending with a whimper – which begs the question, why do we put up with all the nonsense of election and politicking in the first place?
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I don’t have that answer but if there was no money involved, maybe we would have better candidates.
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I share that thought.
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Good assessment of the state we find ourselves in, Cheryl.
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Your poem certainly does fit the sad state of our politics today…hope it’s not the end of our country and freedoms!
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Thank you
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I appreciate your commenting!
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Nicely done. It does seem that way quite often these days!
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Yik… I wonder if it could get worse.
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Probably…how much worse than making up ridiculous stories for the mere “fun” knowing it’s a false statement that has already caused suspicion and harm to children?
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That was a good idea, Chery, taking the Eliot line, an ending to springboard into your poem! American elections are different to British ones, although politicians do have some things in common, particularly yelling opinions. I agree that ‘our voices disappear in the throng’ and that no one cares.
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Thank you for commenting!
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My pleasure. I’m so sorry I missed the ‘I’ off the end of your name, Cheryl. I was typing on my gremlin-riddled Kindle.
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No worries😀
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so true Cheryl! Great poem! ❤
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Very eloquently written
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