Do you ever know it’s the last goodbye?
What would you do if you did know?

Here is my contribution:

The final time I drove away
from my childhood best friend,
we had no way of knowing
his life would soon end.

My step dad was different,
his illness came slow,
at our last tearful parting,
it was his time to go.

There’s nobody I know
with an immortal curse
so I tell them I love them
both last and first.

I live daily goodbyes,
one day all will be the last,
my only existence
in thoughts of the past.

Parting reminds us
all moments are precious
and our hearts can’t overfill
so that nothing has left us.

Islands are real, islands are metaphors. What islands will you write about?

Here is what came to my mind:

What simple things bring joy? How do you relate to simple joys today?

Please share anything you’re inspired to write about this. Here is my contribution:

-Write about naming things or a name that comes to mind. What does having a name mean to you?

On hands and knees at the river bank
you gaze past smooth rocks to see your reflection;
a slick, wavy surface, a constant flow of you.
You’re ever changing but always familiar,
thoughts flow by, never to pass the same way again.
To others you’re still and consistent.
But you are never still,
you, are always flowing,
always seeking-

-Write about what the word “reflection” brings to mind. Is it past or present?