|Miesville Mudhen Rainout--Copyright Isadora Gruye Photography.|
Welp. Here we are. Another set of days has run amuck, and we find ourselves at the end of yet another National Poetry Month. The brave among us have completed monumental feats of poetry....others have done a really super job of cheering the braver ones toward the finish line. No matter which camp you belong to, this is your last chance to put pen to paper and take part in our prompt a day parade.
Toads, I proudly set before you one last challenge
A BANG...A WHIMPER....A SYLLABANT HISS
A few minutes from now, you will lose all means of communication with humanity. You will not die, but will no longer be able to interact with the world. Whats the last thing you say?
KEEP IN MIND
Like every challenge, your poem must by newly written for this challenge and not one which you have previously written which conveniently fits the theme.
So go now, my muddy buddies, and bring us back something shiny and new.