and where does real life begin

i am trying to complete this poem
where the last line,

without a period

the half finished mark

never completed until read aloud
to audience
-even then brought back into the
confines of the page
to sleep with wonder into
maturity only to find
immaturity and realize
solution boat has capsized

the period marker is not a buoy
it’s a blockade, an oceanic mine
waiting for collision
to challenge the final thought
and see


we are not done yet

so in the middle, RANT your thoughts together

leave the poem to the words, the audience
and reap the tangent reward of another world
in the after thought,
carefully chosen words flowing
from your mouth and avoiding the pen

here the heart…

hwy 2 hooking left and becoming no more,
discovering PEC county
a low bridge before the ocean can meet
a tributary

and an idea

the flow is only half-finished-

no period EVER

to the . . .






About Crazy Irishman

Touted as a working man's poet, Martin Durkin has been writing professionally for the last 12 years. He has appeared in over twenty anthologies across North America, including, "And left a place to stand on", a collection of poems and essays about the late great Al Purdy. Durkin has also published two collections of poetry, "Hypnotic Childhood", and "The Sound of Quish". Over the past 4 years, Durkin has been on hiatus for the most part but has recently come back to the poetry scene creating a poetry site called, where in the past year he has written over 100 poems and created a cross over page on where he gives a story behind each of the pieces written. View all posts by Crazy Irishman

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