Day 9 of the Phoenix Poetry Challenge offers the inspiration of why a purging fire, tear-down, restart or do-over can be a good thing, and it's a one poem day. As I look out at the heavy snowfall and deep banks, it is a big of a grinding of the gears to put myself in the mindset or heat, fire and ashes.
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A Technicolor Future
by Marilyn R. Wilson
The young woman sat alone
Tucked away in her nest
Surrounded by the accumulation
Of her life to this moment.
Pots and pans, dishes,
Furniture, bed linens,
Artwork, upright piano.
A worthless pile of nothing.
Over the years she found
Solace in these symbols
Of the life she loved
And the adventures embraced.
Then loss came calling
Uninvited and unwelcome.
A door slammed shut firmly.
Long held visions burst like balloons.
The jumble surrounding her
Lost all color and meaning.
Her mind burrowed deep inside,
Sheltering from the storm.
Softly her heart began murmur
Words uplifting and kind
They spoke of hope and of strength
Of a good life that called.
Shoulders back, standing taller
She opened her eyes wide
Truth spread out in glory
A future warm and inviting called.
The loss that came calling,
The door that slammed shut,
Purged her of a life grown stale,
A technicolor future now called.
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