Make your Mark
A poem. Thank you to the super @duanetoops for your phenomenal collages!
Under a thickened layer of lint and grime hide the confessions of my soul. Beneath the dirt lies secrets long kept ripened, juicy, whole. Sweep away the dust, find the truth of my transgressions; brush up the remnants of lives past read through my confessions. In finger printed revelations pressed to darkened wood lives a chronicle of life well-lived but so misunderstood. Sordid scars ingrained in maple penance for my sins - calligraphic atonement, admonition guiding wins. What good is leading wholesome days? What good is self-restraint? What good is living miserable, preaching fear and hate? Live your life as you will - Make your mark… or don't… End your days without regret as I know I sure won't.
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I kept coming back to the phrase “words in bloom.”
Beneath a tapestry of time,
where shadows loom,
words in bloom,
whisper secrets of my rhyme.
Unveil the layers, one by one,
uncover tales, yet to be spun,
petals of truth, vibrant and bright,
a garden of confessions, taking flight.
Brush away the cobwebs, clear the haze,
reveal the essence, in myriad ways,
fragrant verses, ripe and sweet,
a symphony of words, complete.
In ink-stained petals, stories unfold,
etched upon the pages, a tale untold,
each word a bloom, a vivid hue,
a canvas of emotions, ever true.
Within the lines, a journey unfurls,
capturing moments, like precious pearls,
a testament to a life well-lived,
where words in bloom, forgiveness give.
For what is life without its art,
without the beating of a poet's heart,
to live authentically, unafraid,
to leave behind a legacy, unswayed.
So let your words bloom, unconfined,
let them dance upon the winds of time,
for in the end, regrets are few,
when words in bloom, are shared with you.
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