Last dying kiss

We must remember as we bravely parachute
to our final landing place to make the most
of all the lasts – a last meal to energize
a breaking body, last words to inspire
those not jumping though clouds, last visits
with passing specters sharing last goodbyes.

A death bed is just one last stage, one final
curtain call before an audience left wanting
more, grasping at minutes as they dissolve
between clapping fingers. Where does
the time go? Where does anything?

Winds blow in without warning
and dissipate just as quickly. Change
can revitalize whatever breezes
haven’t swept farther down the road.

Our end is an end, one of millions every
day that taste salty on pursed lips
aching under the weight of uncertainty.

I will not waste mine. With my last
dying kiss, I’ll noiselessly thank you

for a life well played.


Phillip Knight Scott | © 2019

Written for the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge at Go Dog Go Cafe – “last dying kiss”

My name is Phillip. I live in North Carolina with my wife of 11 years and 3-year-old son, and at least for the next year, I’m on the right side of 40. (Both the interstate and existence, in years). I am a Tar Heel born and bred, and watch every Yankees game I can. My goal is to visit all 30 MLB stadiums in the next 10 years. I’ve been to 5 so far! Obviously I enjoy writing, but I also enjoy watching and reading sci-fi. I’m slowly attempting to finish my first novel, a “humorous” sci-fi romp which may be finished one day. I am a Doctor Who obsessive and choose Star Trek over Star Wars.

12 thoughts on “Last dying kiss

  1. Well penned.

    I have a rule I’ve lived all my life: Never part from those who matter to you without a sincere, “I love you.” Because you should never let words of discord be the last thing you may say to anyone.

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  2. Nice poem with a good message. Now if I may be glib for a moment.
    That photo terrifies me. Jumping from a plane….people do this for fun?
    It’s not that I’m scared of heights….more I’m scared of hitting the ground at such a speed that my sphincter overtakes my head….it won’t be salt I taste on my lips. Oh what a way to go!

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