My life moved on
amidst demanding distractions
never noticing my brightly colored blanket,
once providing warmth and protection,
turning wrinkled, worn and tattered...
moved from place to purposeless place
to be dusted off and displayed
for guiltless occasions,
her colors turning inward and opaque...
lastly invisible
to strangers.
Will I know
when the colors of my life
become invisible stumbling blocks
on the pathways of those I love...
will I mourn the fading?
Or will I revel in
the still vibrant hues within...
drunk with anticipation
of rebirth.
facing the slow slipping away of a loved one, and contemplating the same thing happening to oneself. Her metaphors are apt and very touching. She handles the subject very well, in a way that makes you see it, and get emotionally involved. I like this poem a lot.
may yur light never fade or dim...
Shining Stars & Super Moons
Vickie
relative to many of us in
such a gentle way...
Lady Vivian
Anna
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are doing right now. Througly enjoyed!
Already,
Deborah
George
Touching emotional write of pathways..invisible
or vibrant.
Lady Mary Ann
Love ya!
Jane
I was looking around on your Author page/background info and must say I can so relate to the last line "Perhaps beginning with fictional characters will lessen the intimidation to write some of the darker things that continue to fester in my heart."
Thanks for sharing Pat Medlin with us.
I, too, have kept blankets far too long until they were faded in threadbare. For me, familiarity bred contentment.
Ron
peace be with you
William
Be true to yourself forever and a day and never, ever stop trying.
Cheers,
Dan