Ruin

in poetry •  7 years ago  (edited)





How else can we live, these days, except in the midst of ruin?
― Margaret Atwood



The day is dismal


But I walk the path

Above the pond.



The clouds are gray

As an x-ray

Of an obscure anatomy.



I know it's useless

To pursue the past

Or retrace my footsteps in the rain...



Still, a crimson leaf

is stuck to my shoe,

Like a nagging thought―



The image of you.



© 2017, John J Geddes. All rights reserved


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I haven't upvoted one of yours in a while.
It's a pleasure to do so again.
Be well.

thank you, joe :)

@johnjgeddes Marvelous words that evoke your emotion..luv it!

thanks, @lemonchum

Thanks for sharing...

Thanks @samwicallis

beautiful poetry with beautiful painting
@johnjgeddes

thank you, @amel

Hopefully the you being referred to ?, is not associated with nagging? ( can't help what triggerwords do to me)

yes, that line always troubled me. When you are obsessed with a redhead, everything red reminds you of her - she becomes like a nagging thought ...a beautiful, nagging thought LOL!!

The last few words could really pull a save from a disastrous remark!

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thanks

Potent!

thanks

I know it's useless

To pursue the past

Or retrace my footsteps in the rain...

Great @johnjgeddes.

thanks, @ bukharisulaiman

Very beautiful and melancholy words - RESTEEMED!

thank you, @sroka87

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I think you just need to relocate yourself to a sunny beach and get yourself a nice cold drink!

that's a possibility :)