Lessons In Fall

Pink, velvet soft, blushing, misbegotten
Dirt stained, so many flowers lay
Forgotten
The sidewalks were carpeted, the
Alleys were filled
Rosy teardrops strewn
all over the world
For whom have these flowers blossomed?
To be thrown away,
what have they sinned?
Why did they grow, so painstakingly slow
To be this chagrined?
Were they for us? Did we forget
To witness their beauty, before age and neglect
Set in?
Or am I seeing this the wrong way
– could it be
We owe it only to ourselves
Not for the world to see
It doesn’t matter who
turns away blindly
But
We all grow, so painstakingly slow
We are
Alive, and warm, and dirt stained
And I bloom
Only for me?

©CM
11.01.2017

‘Allo peeps. I’ve been away wayyy too long. Got some stuff sorted out, got some more sorting out to do- but I’m back! There’s a Cookie dispenser in ye corner, and a stack of poems over ye, and free hugs right here! ❤

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9 thoughts on “Lessons In Fall

  1. PapaBear says:

    Glad you’re back, Cookie. I was really getting hungry !!! 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Madsies says:

    Isn’t that enough? Blooming for oneself. May the blooms bloom you to full blooming. 😀

    Like

  3. johncoyote says:

    A emotional ride in your poetry. A amazing poem.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. johncoyote says:

    Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
    Please read the amazing poetry of a talented writer.

    Liked by 1 person

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