On a page in the book of light
Where there is nothing to remember
No illuminated manuscript
No intimated insurance
In the spaces of cast-off phrases
For order and disease
Play the delicate game
As the approaching powdery gloom
On a sentiment of mercy
Rains innocent petals
Just a time for prayer
And at the very last moment
You could blow your nose.
Written for Poetry Jam
ha. i hope i have a tissue…or there is a bathroom nearby then…
it is just the time for prayer…i guess always is
because you never really know what is coming next…
ouch ! what an unexpected last line… 🙂
Alan, I will tell you that I credit your last line with being the most ‘unexpected’ ending I have seen today. Smiles. Anything can happen when one reads from the book of light.
I too was blown away (pun intended) by your closing line, Alan!
Yes Alan I think your poem with its last line is a great example of the unexpected! I like your idea of the book of light as well.
luv he image of light juxtaposed with the mystrey of the unknown, have a nice Wednesday
beautiful lines Alan..:))
Ha …the last line was unexpected!
Alan, you made me laugh out loud! Love how you chose to write about in the unexpected. 🙂
Haha… The unexpected last line… Amazing!
That last line was completely unexpected, Alan. Your poem is to me a very creative take on the prompt!
after a bout of relief-giving crying perhaps?
What a powerful ending, indeed! The last line has made a powerful impact of unexpected. Well penned!
That unexpected last line pinned against that beautifully sketched poem – perfect . . . and funny, to boot. An excellent take on the prompt, Alan.
I enjoyed especially the play on “the book of light” and “illuminated manuscript”. Nice poem!
Must have been the powdery gloom…