Highway of the Mind

Ohhhhh and snap. This is a good one, Grace. I particularly enjoyed the set up for the fall (no pun intended).

Hi Ahavati...the poem actually was a five minute write when I felt so absolutely stupid as I thought of all the bad decisions I made in my life. What do they say about hindsight eh. Thanks for dropping by.:)

Hi Grace I enjoyed this poem;however may I make an observation ?

Verse 1 'colours vibrant'

Verse 2 remove 'just' and 'in'

Verse 3 remove one 'is' it does matter which

I hope I do not offend, this is a good poem,these alterations I feel will ease the flow. Kexby

Oh kexby...I would never be offended:) Thank you so much.

An interesting observation on your life, the advice one would give in hindsight to a younger you. I often wish we could send letters back in time, send our poetry to ourselves to alter the paths we chose to go down.
Your use of the weather and seasons is very effective. Introspective poems are my favorite to read and to write and I particularly enjoyed this one, especially the vividness of the imagery. I see the painting as a whole and it is a self-portrait from a woman of great wisdom created for a young lady dancing on a blustery Autumn day!
JJ

Dear Poetryman:)how we danced then....! And how interesting....sad even that when we can no longer summon enough strength to hold up our brush to paint our own doorstep much less the town, we wished our younger selves who painted the city three hues of scarlet had been a little more wiser.Thanks for thinking me a wise old lady...lol! but I still have that silly 16 year old scampering around inside me influencing me to make bad decisions....t'wasnt me mastah...twas her... lol.  Thanks for reading me...I appreciate you as always.

Every time the 16 year old in my brain starts scampering around, I pull a muscle or throw my back out and end up laying flat on my back for 3 days...

Same here...maybe not on my back (its been a long time lol...kidding) but I definitely have wtf moments afterwards.:)

I can very much relate to the final stanza, most definitely.
Fantastic pen as usual Grace, I always enjoy stopping by for a read:)



~anonshadow😏

Anonshadow:) and I appreciate you reading me. Thank you!

I can also relate to that last stanza as age catches up to me.  At least you've got your memories:

an avalanche of words tracing footprints
from one end to the other, meandering
they never reached the end, staying clear
of visible paths, adventuring the unknown

I suspect you've still got your sense of adventure Grace.  I always look forward to your words, commentary as you explore both the familiar and unknown.  Fine work.

Adventuring the unknown is where follies lie..:) Crowfly. but it was fun wasn't it. Thanks for reading me...I appreciate you as always.

Sometimes a risk is not worth it. Taking one for the sake of advice or hearsay can lead you down the wrong path. With age is wisdom.  You're very good, I'm glad I happened to see your poem today.

Thank you Autumn for dropping by and reading me. Honoured. :)

'so you danced with the falling leaves
trying to feel' I really like this line! :)

I too can relate to the last stanza 💜

Thank you female Confession for reading me:) honoured.