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.
Judgement
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!!!
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lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
You come to read, you judge and ponder
how to ease one’s lust to wander. 🙂
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Love your lines, Relax..You captured the essence of the poem and pulled the reader into it. Good work.
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🙂 Thanks, but YOU pulled the reader in!
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You, at least! How is retirement going? Do you miss writing? Maybe I’ll write a few more uncompleted poems to lure you back. Judy
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You come to read, you judge and find,
the likeness mirrored mind to mind.
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I love your lines. So fun to see what each person contributes to the poem. Thanks for playing! Judy
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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
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You come to read, you judge and muse.
You never could walk in my shoes.
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“You come to read, you judge and think
Similar worlds together are linked.”
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Thanks, Chas, for giving me another solution to this poem!!!
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I’m flummoxed. How did you get this photo of me taking a photo of you?
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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.
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“You come to read, you judge and” find
A kindred spirit of a like mind.
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I see an almost identical response to mine! Let me try again.
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“You come to read, you judge and” concede
Introspection and internet is all you need
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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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(Spoiler alert, I am a terrible poet!)
You come to read, you judge and respond,
By removing the mask, you so carefully donned.
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I love your response, Robot.
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