Like The Seasons

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Cherry blossom petals torn from the tree,

One epidermis shed in preparation for another,

Stripped bare by cold, remorseless winds;

This Spring made Winter in a mixed up morning.

I see it all through watering eyes, alone,

The sleek grass topped by sleet – a poor man’s dew –

Grapples at my shoes, pulling me back,

Or, perhaps, relentlessly pushing me away:

I no longer notice the details I once savoured.

My mouth is dry, tongue hanging lifeless, limp,

An overactive imagination shattered by simple truth;

Like the seasons, I have been found wanting

Without ever realising I was ever being judged.

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29 thoughts on “Like The Seasons

  1. Hi, Richard. Just checking in with you. Yes, taking break from facebook
    but still have my poetry site. Nice write. I recently noted publishers don’t like ‘rhyming’…told me no to bother to send. Still…I rhyme. Guess I will go to my grave…rhyming, lol.

  2. This is a dandy post Richard! πŸ™‚ Are you smiling at the use of that word? LOL I really do love that image and how your words match it beautifully. You’re a writing genius IMO! πŸ™‚

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