Autumn’s rot
wet foliage
shredded
browns
golds
crimsons
scent of decay
filling nostrils
not unpleasant
not to be worn as perfume
climbing upward
heart racing
eyes trained
no prize
no destiny
new road
new desire
for self
reach high
never stop
obstacles
not a one
but your own
indifference
your own…..
neglect
has brought this brokenness
this sickness you wish to excise.
Hill steepens
breath gasped
stop
pause
turn…..
mauve
pink
golden rays
reach
seek
upturned face
tears
unremarked
never felt
cleansed
found
peace
serenity
beauty
fall to knees
head bent
sorrows awashed
burgeoning sense
acceptance
forgiveness
care
for faults
for sins
for errors plowed.
Stand
head back
shoulders square
face foreward
no more back
each step
study of earnestment
life to be lived
shadowed no more.
©October 20/20
Picture is my own
Amazing poem, can literally feel the raw emotion and it feels like it transports me to walking up the hill in your poem. Love the photo too
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Thank you so much. 🤓💜
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This is absolutely amazing, Jay-lyn! You’re poetry is so beautiful and profound, and this is an excellent reminder of the importance of moving forward!! ❤🙌
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Ugh, your* I hate my phone sometimes! Lol.
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🤗🤗
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Thank you love. 😘
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My pleasure!
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I designed the color for neglect because I wanted it to be soft. Neglect can be so harsh and here it is not meant as a bad thing but is benign in nature
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I get the correlation. Another important reminder, we’re all guilty of this from time to time, but we need these reminders that it’s okay, recognizing them and improving and growing is what’s important. You are great at these reminders! Thank you for sharing your beautiful gifts of poetry! ❤
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Most welcome. 🤗💜
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