
Autumnal severance
season’s flashing tonality
present past present future
the shin hurt of childhood quarrel
aging fruit and jarring tumbler
last year’s fashion muffler, tomorrow’s cinder
moth-eaten “do my bones look big in this?” sweater
witch’s brew of prescription medicines
growing old is time’s obscurer
a flash of autumnal red
like twinkling stars
fade and fall
For Sammi's Day 6 ("witches brew") and Day 7 ("Do my bones look big in this?")
Poignantly beautiful, Dora! 🍁
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Thank you so much, Ingrid! 🧡
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You’re welcome 😊
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Love the way you have combined the two!
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I love how you combined the two prompts to create this poignant, autumnal poem. The last two lines are beautiful 🙂
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Glad you liked it. Thank you, Sammi! :>)
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