Seven Years

Written for:  Poetics Aside #349-Write a “running its course” poem.
Whether it’s for good or bad, things often run their course eventually (except for Saturday Night Live and The Simpsons, which apparently keep going no matter what). Often, that phrase means something comes to its natural conclusion, but it could also mean a marathon runner running his or her course, or a raft following a river, or any number of other creative interpretations.

I understand.
Situations on television
do run their course.

I find it rare to care about
seeing a drama, each week
and being amazed

at a blaze of brilliant writing
that glues me to my chair,
not wanting an episode

to end, much less the series.
The Good Wife has grown,
become her own person,

matured. She is out in society,
and where does one go
from there? Who will fill
her shoes, snap out witty

retorts, laugh, or cry,
make me root for her?
I miss Alicia.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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2 Responses to Seven Years

  1. ha, we’ll miss her even more after next week?


  2. says:

    As do we all

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