At the End
There’s no surprise in this one,
no clever escape at the end.
The doorbell rings and you answer.
A dog barks at something out of view.
Objects are closer than they appear.
Maybe mist, maybe lights. Maybe light.
On a sandbar with tide rolling in.
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On this cheery note, thanks so much for reading my poems this month. This was my first ever Lexington Poetry Month and I thoroughly enjoyed getting to know some of you through your words.
It’s been so satisfying reading your work. A part of me is ready for a break but what am I going to do without my daily Bill Brymer poem?
I’ve so appreciated your thoughtful comments, Linda. Hope to see you here next year!
They have been so enjoyable to read!
Until next year!
pleasure to read and get to know your poems!
A fitting finale.
Sixth line is the clincher for me:
“Maybe mist. Maybe lights. Maybe light”…so good. Your photographer’s eye only partly explains the effect of your poems. It’s craftsmanship, the fine honing of phrase and the ineffable heart of your words.
Excellent ending to the month. I’ve enjoyed reading your work as well Bill.
I would be very happy if the end were as gentle as the tide rolling in
Wow, Bill! You saved the best for last. Absolutely shimmeringly gorgeous. You have been terrific this month. Hope to see you back next time.
My goodness, this speaks wonders! Love the simple complexities. Your work has really built over the month! I’m so glad I got to read your poems.
Such a gentle close. Thank you for sharing your work this month–I’ve enjoyed reading!
I’ve enjoyed your poems, Bill. Thanks
Another great poem, thanks for sharing!