Flaming reds
Vying for brilliance
Each leaf competing
Struggling to be heard
In all the sadness
Embracing the change
Attention
Generating
Warm new memories
Fresh pictures of beauty
Brilliant hues
Increasingly scant
Autumn
Each life season
Carrying its own blessings
Exit
Blazing color
(C) Jane F. Collen October 2008* IndexCardCure.com™ Every leaf counts.
*This poem was written over a decade ago during a period when I wanted to write but I wasn’t sure I wanted to let anyone hear what I wanted to say. So of course I turned to poetry – the venue so replete with the oblique it becomes commonplace. I encrypted my feelings of melancholy and pain in riddles, daring the reader to crack the code. Today I went to edit this – as I always do when I come across something I wrote more than 10,000 hours of writing ago – and found I couldn’t. I’ll be darned if I know what exactly I was trying to say.
Anyone with clues — let me know. jfc
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Love it! Especially the ending:
Each life season
Carrying its own blessings
Exit
Blazing color
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That part is what triggered my need to post this.
Isn’t that what we all want to do? Lots of love coming your way.
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