I hung my head out of my window on that solitary Friday night
the fresh
brisk air spread the memories
of teenage-hood before me
in the shape of leaves on the huge tree in my backyard.
Some more bright than others
more favorably colored
some take to the wind
some cling on for dear life
some hit the ground with unfathomable strength or disappear completely.
Nostalgia filled my nostrils and
overtook my brain and I felt a
melancholy sadness for the future
momentary ponders of the past I once called now.
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Author:
elsiewarrenswords (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Ok so after years, this is my first poem back!! One i wrote in 2017 haha! I want to get back into writing poetry and publishing it here on the site for feedback and positivity so here we start :-)
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Elsie, you came back with a bang! Very nicely written! You may ponder the past, I ponder your poem.
thanks fred X
Nice one! But lets see what life has done for your expression in the intervening years. Life and loves are such great teachers for the poetic mind.
Look forward to more of yours on mps.
thank you 🙂
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