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Rearview Mirror- Poem 11/01/2024
I’m already looking back as I pull away….
I haven’t really written any poems for a few months — 3, to be exact.
I tend to write only when I feel naturally inspired.
I don’t force things. I allow poems to simply flow out of me as they will.
And this one definitely did.
Actually it wasn’t intended to be a poem.
I was just writing down my thoughts and perspectives before bed over the New Moon in Scorpio on November 1st, 2024, as the time crossed over into the next day.
And the sentences and paragraphs came out in a way that I realized would make a better poem. Basically all I had to do was divide it up.
This poem is not pretty. It’s like the incoming weather — it has a chill to it.
Like the previous warm, pleasant days early fall days, this season of life has changed and shifted and things have become stormy.
The world doesn’t look like it did back during spring or summer or even a couple of weeks ago.
A feeling of staleness and death has set in…. The great winter is waiting in the wings and love has gone cold.
