A Cozy Night of Un-Zooming

Written for:  dVerse Poets Prompt - MTB:  In the end is my beginning
(posted by Laura Bloomsbury)

"– take the very last/final line from each of your most recent poems and re-write them as a poem
– choose at least 12 poems (for this 12th month!)
– keep each line intact, unadulterated
– you may  add  preposition,  conjunction or change of tense  if it helps the flow
– you may use enjambment to break a line
– the lines do not have to follow date order"

A cozy night
for a virtual
get together
but not this night.
Tonight, people will
see each other
from up close.  Truly,
it is my only solution.
We all will stay saner
in our time-out from
Zoom screen.  It would
not hurt to bring
a bottle of Bordeaux
to aid this hostess
in hopes of a congenial
evening.  Most people
will comply, except 
two.  They do not help,
are never there
when things get tough.
However, after this day
has passed in a golden gloss,
my anticipation accelerates.
No tolerance for their
usual round of indignities
perpetrated on unlucky
guests.  Ah, here come
the last of our group.
Oh no!  After his hat blows
off in this blizzard-like 
night, his partner
slips.  He holds his
breath as she admits
to needing help-rare
instance.  He takes
her arm.  Just as they
arrive at the curb,
a man steps in front
of them.  He spits
and walks off. 


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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