In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Choose Your Adventure.” Write a story or post with an open ending and let your readers invent the conclusion.



Borne, then born.
Clothed, fed, shorn.
Housed and cuddled,
Brain filled and muddled,
Schooled, polished, allowed to roam,
To make the world into a home.
Later settled, now sedate.
Content to let my life abate.
Find worlds inside and there abide,
To let what happens be my guide.
To try to live with less precision.
To fear less the world’s derision.
Why so hard to be oneself?
Easier when on the shelf.
Now here I pull my world around me,
Memories and dreams surround me.
My solitude a crystal jar
that lets me ponder from afar
The current of my life, its tide,
To reach without and pull inside
The things that help me try to see
Just where my life has taken me.
I contemplate and sometimes share
The truths that I’ve discovered there.
You come to read, you judge  and  . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Please complete the above poem, choosing a two-syllable last word for the line I’ve left uncompleted and then furnishing a rhyming last line.  If you want to create your own last two lines, just substitute another line entirely for “You come ro read, you judge and  . . . .” and then write a rhyming last line as well.  Have fun!!!

19 thoughts on “Judgement

  1. lifelessons Post author

    Both of the responses to this poem are so good that I would happily use either one as the ending to my poem, but I can’t choose between them. Both of the responders demonstrated an understanding of what I was trying to communicate in the poem. Both are rhymed, metered and melodious. I am so pleased, Joni and “Relax” (after all these posts, I still don’t know your name.) that you gave such thoughtful attention to this challenge. If this blog weren’t more fun than work, I probably would have abandoned it long ago. Thanks for helping to keep it fun. Judy


    1. lifelessons Post author

      Ha. Duckie says he is co-flummoxed. I was standing with my back to the mirror. You were facing me, taking the picture. I know. Looks impossible. The glasses rack was really behind you. Everything is a reflection in the mirror behind me.


      1. lifelessons Post author

        I like both of your responses, Lydia. I don’t know why I haven’t replied to them before now, three years later!!! I always enjoy your posts but I was remiss in not replying to your comments.

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