Today’s prompt is leaves.
disappointment and despair the showy explosion lasts only a week or two then the lie is exposed the bursts of color that promised life and beauty decay to brown the leaves abandon their posts fall lifeless to the ground all that’s left are stark gray trunks and branches naked indistinguishable from death the cold dark months drag on and on as snow reduces the landscape to black and white like primitive television no autumn sight-seeing for me it’s all a scam a build-up to nothingness
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This metaphor and the way you presented it really moved me.
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Thank you, Allison.
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Loved your poem. I remember the primitive black and white. And I must say I do love naked (and dead) trees, there is beauty there.
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True. Autumn and winter never been my favorite seasons, and I felt like rebelling against the idea of the beauty of autumn leaves. Just me being contrary.
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