End Game

False Dawn's ribbon invades the night Fear forbids to close my weary eyes Drift off, away, never more to rise What's the point of hanging on? Should I give in, Let be done? Riddled body... Lying quiet I have said my farewells A lonely tolling of Bells Kind Spirits implore Calm acceptance Of Time called To embrace A new life With our Maker From Now On .
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Flaherty Avatar
November 27, 2020 at 12:44 PM
Sometimes the end comes in the shape of V for victory Game over job done Peace at last
Muzzey Avatar
January 20, 2016 at 12:00 PM
Rob, a wonderful Shape poem you have penned, I enjoyed the read. Welcome to poetry soup. I'm sure you will enjoy it here~ Caryl P. S. I say hi to Scotland
Bettridge Avatar
January 20, 2016 at 12:17 PM
Thanks Caryl. Scottish people may well be amused at the comparison of Scotland's ferocious Man Eating 'Midges' and your poem's reference to the 'Hunger Games' Wasps. Not much difference, Imo. lol
Bickerstaffe Avatar
December 20, 2015 at 7:32 PM
A perfect shape, retaining grammatical fluidity throughout. Best wishes to you in your constant fight... God Bless, Keith
Bettridge Avatar
December 20, 2015 at 9:09 PM
Thanks Keith. It was written as a worst case (Cancer) awareness scenario. Like a Boxer who, whilst in training for the biggest fight of his life, pins up a picture of his opponent in his Gym ('ROCKY' style) as a full on reminder of what he is taking on and what might well happen to him if he does not prepare physically and mentally enough for the Battle ahead. Sadly, many lose their fight with Cancer but not for the lack of trying to beat it.
Shank Avatar
October 22, 2015 at 7:55 PM
Searing and emotive. You let us inside .
Bettridge Avatar
October 25, 2015 at 8:47 AM
Thanks Kathie, I guess the older we get, the more we consider how our own 'End Game' might play out. Coming to terms with the concept of ones mortality, for the young, isn't something that is on their (invincible) minds unless it is happening to them or someone close to them.
Evans Avatar
March 1, 2015 at 3:21 PM
What a wonderful approach. Excellent work, Mr. Bettridge!
Bettridge Avatar
March 2, 2015 at 12:14 AM
Thank you Jan. Much appreciated.
A  Avatar
February 14, 2015 at 1:09 AM
Rob, I wonder what is the name of this form.. It is perfect. Love it... :)Have yourself a sweet valentine's Day. ~SKAT LOVE~
Bettridge Avatar
February 14, 2015 at 6:21 AM
'Shape' covers it. I prefer to know it as 'Sculptured Verse' but then (Imo) all forms of poetry are a sculpture of words whose reading of between the lines often reveals an insight into the author's psyche. It's no wonder then that I watch TV shows like 'Jeremy Kyle' or 'Jerry Springer' once in a while just to re-assure myself that I'm not as screwed up as I thought I might be.
Dicdican Avatar
February 10, 2015 at 8:57 PM
This is great. The format itself really fits the tittle "End Game". Well done sir! Thank you for sharing!
Bettridge Avatar
February 11, 2015 at 12:06 AM
Thanks Mel. I've tweaked it a bit since you posted your comment. Btw, It's not a Spec of dust on your screen at the bottom of the verse. It is what it is .
Bateman Avatar
February 9, 2015 at 2:36 PM
Hello Rob!! Great free verse write here, and I really like how you formatted the verses in an iterative declining order. The title "End Game" says it all!! A solid "7" from me Sir!! I will stay in touch from time-to-time. Feel free to read any of my poems in the future that you choose to. I should have my first published book of poetry soon by May-June this year. Best Always, Gary
Bettridge Avatar
February 9, 2015 at 5:27 PM
A Book of your Poems out soon, eh Gary? Congrats.
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