(Day 1) Last time

Last time

Last time I wrote here

The sun frizzled behind

The over zealious rainbow

Behind running a subtle escape

Over the bridge

Never to be seen again.

Last time I wrote here

I worked at a job

I couldn’t stand

Throwing my words out

Across the water

In a fit of temper

Every lunchtime.

Last time I wrote here

The world seemed so far away

Even if it was only for a hour

And every word I wrote

Seemed to get caught

In it’s own echo

Within a dream

Or a bubble

That I popped

And kept waiting away from

The last time my heart was broken.

(The 1^st prompt for Napowrimo this year (2013)

asked for Continuing with the theme of firsts, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that has the same first line as another poem. You can use a favorite poem, pick up a random book of poetry and get a first line that way’. Alas as the prompt was quite late and I was going out I wrote a poem about lasts instead of firsts.

I may well have a go later at this task however.)