Poetic Asides: For today's prompt, take the phrase "The Last (blank)," replace the blank with a word or phrase, make that the title of your poem, and then, write the poem. Some examples: "The Last Train," "The Last Kiss," "The Last Time I'll Give Directions to a Complete Stranger," "The Last Dance," etc.
Nothing exciting for today. Had to readjust my mind to stop thinking in clichés when I read the prompt, because it immediately latched on to every well known "Last" phrase I've ever known or heard of. That's the danger of being constantly bombarded by information – tv, radio, outdoor advertising, Internet, text messages, Twitter and all the rest.
You just can't remember where you heard something, and many times you think it was your idea, but later come to find out you read/heard/saw it somewhere, and it burrowed into your subconscious not to rear its ugly head until the most opportune time.
To outwit it, I chose to write a simple story poem. "The Last Attempt", about a woman's efforts to gain the attentions of a man she is interested in, and what causes her finally to give up. It came out a bit more sarcastic than I intended, but there is no arguing with the muse at times.
Because it was so nice and warm today, lulling Wyomingites into the mistaken idea winter's over, here's a poem about spring, from Gerard Manley Hopkins, who is, in my opinion, a highly underrated poet. I like the way he plays with words and rhythm, and the images he can conjure up. It almost makes me want to try my hand at sonnets again.
by Gerard Manley Hopkins
NOTHING is so beautiful as spring—
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;
The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush
The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush
With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.
What is all this juice and all this joy?
A strain of the earth’s sweet being in the beginning
In Eden garden.—Have, get, before it cloy,
Before it cloud, Christ, lord, and sour with sinning,
Innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy,
Most, O maid’s child, thy choice and worthy the winning.