instead,
the denouement springs upon me
an unwelcome lassitude,
a misshapen discontent smeared upon the gloaming,
fatigued questions
curling upon the trellis of night,
the dots under them huddling in lines,
sign here, they scream,
you have to agree,
this is how it ends.
THOUGHT PURGE 
Hmmm thanks for taking me on a nightmare and waking me up with
“you have to agree,
this is how it ends.”
I’m not sure of your intention but it worked for me.
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Thanks ZQ🙂
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Quite the ominous poem. Hope you didn’t sign!
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Thanks Terese 🙂🙂
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Great write…don’t sign 😉
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Thanks Paul.
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Quite a dark and uncomfortable twist, marked contrast to the more spring-like offerings… but very plausible and strongly worded.
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The seasons are different here in this part of the world, and at 35c already, it’s going to be a really hot summer.
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Beware, own dark mind’s treacherous design! I admire the “fatigued questions
curling upon the trellis of night”.
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Thanks Lynn.
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I will be suspicious ha ~ Love this part best:
fatigued questions
curling upon the trellis of night,
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Thanks… suspicious though?
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Wow! An interesting and different take on the prompt, with that ‘misshapen discontent smeared upon the gloaming’ and the dots ‘huddling in lines’. Yes, this is how it ends..
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Thanks so much Kim.
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This is soo powerful!
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Thanks Sanaa.
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Divorce and/or taxes came to mind! I, too, was impressed with those dots huddling into lines. So descriptive!
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Thanks Beverly… interesting what the poem brought to mind…wasn’t thinking of either of those thankfully!! 🙂
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Really like the twist you put upon this one–kind of echoes the feeling of something I’m going through at the present. Well written.
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Thanks Victoria.
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Some heavy duty metaphoric meandering here; really like the darkness, the poetic rant & smirk, letting spring be an action rather than just a season, I like the line /a misshapen discontent smeared upon the gloaming/.
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Thanks so much Glenn.
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Anytime you have to sign is when the end is near… wonderful
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I liked the description of the dots on the form huddling into lines.
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Thanks Frank!
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Wow Rajani, what a poignant write – I especially love ‘fatigued questions curling upon the trellis of night, the dots under them huddling in lines’
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Thanks so much..glad you liked it.
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sign here, they screamed,
you have to agree,
this is how it ends.
Appears to be a measure of compulsion in its making!
Hank
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