Amy Barlow Liberatore… stories of lost years, wild times, mental variety, faith, and lots of jazz

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How could one who was
once so delightful, dancing,
brimming with cheer,
turn out such a burnout?

Was a time I was wickedly
comely; some said it was
a certain spark
that lit me from within

A blaze of glory,
my euphoric past…
Now I’m worn down,
perhaps a bit dimmer

Please give me a chance
to shed some light on
my matchless existence
until, used up, I

© 2013 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil
Haven’t planted in quite a while, but Poetic Bloomings asked for poems that personalize an inanimate object. I looked toward the first thing I saw for my inspiration… one of those old hippie candles with the psychedelic patterns! Also at my favorite point of light, Poets United. Peace, Amy