Of a core concealed, now stripped and revealed so little remains
Bits and scraps into twilight collapse, as night nothing contains
Peeled away in layers of decay, petals fall from the flower
With sun's crawl, remove a shawl shadow's won't stop the hour
A coat dropped, a bubble popped, a crust taken away
Shaving scales from eyes to see morning skies, awakened to a new day
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Yep, sounds like KP when her botox melts, or fades away. She goes all saggy - and that's Too Much Information! lol.
Thanks Orchi for reading this sorry if it brings up troubling images.
Seh says to me: 'Don't ya just love it when I fall apart, when I'm all in a heap'. lol.
What about that old saying \"I love you to pieces\"?
this feels like truth is personified. Stripping away layer by layer.
Thank you so much Aman Thank you for your most interesting perspective on this. Light has been the symbol of truth historically. Your words are most appreciated
This could be the decay of life, old bones tired eyes living out life.
At some point, the eyes won't open ever again to a new day.
Paul you are right on target with what stimulated this write and it went from there. Thank you so much for the read and comment it is most appreciated as always
The poem revolves around the theme of transformation and renewal. It explores the process of shedding layers of the past, confronting decay, and ultimately awakening to new possibilities. The poet reflects a journey through despair and loss, symbolized by imagery of decay and twilight, leading to a moment of clarity and rebirth, represented by the arrival of a new day.
Once again you have captured the essence of the poem in your interpretation. Thank you Friendship for your read and understanding of the poem it is most appreciated
You are so Welcome, my friend.
Soren, this lands with a steady force…the falling petals, the dropped coat, the scales shaved away. I’ve known that kind of slow awakening myself, and you write it with a grounded honesty. Love it, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you so much my friend for the read and kind words of understanding they are deeply appreciated
You are most welcome, my friend!
Do pisces natives see the dawn of a new day ?
Being sensitive beings I imagine they do Lorenz Thanks for the read and comment
Apparently you can't step in the same River twice. And maybe we are not the same person today that was here yesterday.
Aren't we dying every day?
Well said.
That was the starting inspiration that we shed our skin regularly and replace every body cell every seven years so we are not the same person we were seven years ago
Sometimes the shredding hurts with all the chafing and scraping. Such is life! 🙏🕊️
Thank you Cryptic for the review and comment it is always appreciated my friend
Most welcome, dear Soren 🕊️🙏🏻
Each new day we awake is precious soren.
Andy
Thank you Andy your words are most appreciated
Powerful metaphors. Its beauty is both universal and yet deeply personal.
Thank you so much for your read and kind words they mean a lot
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