Her World Will End Now Hollow
(after T.S. Eliot The Hollow Men)

This is the way the world ends
They’ve pointed their guns

This is the way the world ends
With threats unspared

This is the way the world ends
For those who oppose

This is the way her world ends

Not with a bang but a whimper

And now her blessing is hers
alone, in the hollow world of
edited thought where I shall
join her just for today for this
is the way the world ends.

                * * *

Written in response to Valerie Jarrett’s comment: “After we win this election, it’s our turn. Payback time. Everyone not with us is against us and they better be ready because we don’t forget. The ones who helped us will be rewarded; the ones who opposed us will get what they deserve. There is going to be hell to pay.”–V. Jarrett.

Thanks to Susan Craig for her post today.

Written for PAD: Write a circular poem

Written for: Alzheimer’s/dementia.  Now we wait for the Medicare cuts and long lines at the doctors’ office.


Outside IN


 I am paste—
on a plastic tab stuck to paper kangaroo

I am band-aid—
on ripped scalp and wounded knee.

I am pink medicine and nebulizer tubing,

I am dandelion milk and clover-gemmed
forever I am—

soil•stone• soap•shore
•army men• pretend•hairspray•Amen.

I am collector—
of doubts and tears,
recorder of wasted brilliance.

I am stringer—
of hero’s•of prey•of vultures•of owls•of fire

I am outside-

on a planet
scribbled with spit and crayons.

I am smile. 

~J.lynn Sheridan~  

Poetic Bloomings: The Walk of Life Prompt

Shooting Star

PAD 30
Write a fading poem.
I’m not sure why this poem pOpped into my head today, but it did and I suppose I should have tried to write something more meaningful and sentimental about PAD ending. Since I don’t see it as an ending of relationships, I didn’t go that route.  Or
maybe it’s because I don’t like goodbyes.

“ShOOting StAr”


YoU loved YoU loved YoU loved

until wE could nOt tear Our
hearts AwAy from


bUrnished brAnded bordeAuxed
brOthelled bAwdyhoused bAthed

in serenAdes of accolAdes
sO grand YoU sO grand YoU
like a plAgue like an Ache,
like a blAde, like a grEnAde