Ageing Petals

Ageing petals

Brown edged

Dessicating

Stalks mouldy

But just a hint

Of better days.

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Spent bouquet

Still standing upright

In fermenting water

Once fresh and bright

Full of optimism

Brought a smile

–

Now speak of decay

March of time

All changes

Life degrades

At least we gain

Experience…

So many voices

Cascade of words

Flow through my mind.

Absorbing

Others introspections.

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Occurring and reoccurring,

Expression’s gravitation,

Dragging willingly,

into literary vortexes.

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So many voices craving,

To express experiences,

And their existence;

In this mess.

–

What a wonderful immersion,

In the cacophony of our race.

–

Sadness dripping tears.

Beauty in the mundane found.

Anger vented.

Love requited.

Philosophy expounded.

Nature celebrated.

–

So many minds –

Feeling

Trusting

Biting

Hurting.

Crying out for recognition,

And understanding.

–

Just like me…

_{This poem is a celebration of the brilliant voices I have encountered since coming back to blogging. Exploring other people’s thoughts can be overwhelming! Yet it is also a heartening joy to be surrounded by others who too are; feeling, experiencing and trying to understand their existence. Keep on my fellow creatives, keep on.}

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The older I get…

The older I get,

The more I know,

Experience begets,

Knowledge flow.

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Yet the lessons learned,

Do not explain,

Why I still get burned,

Doesn’t keep me sane.

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I still blunder,

I still mistake,

Truth cast asunder,

In confusions wake.