I shall not go quietly.
Monocolors about to shift
enabled by passing time.
A last hurrah.
Flashing reds and golds
kicking up my heels,
swirling dervish as I let loose.
Revelry earned by business suits,
years of accountability
must-dos and many don’ts.
I shall dance the can-can.
precisely because I can
and am.
My name may not be Autumn,
but watch me go out
in a blaze of glory.
Written for dVerse, the virtual pub for poets, where Bjorn asks us to write using metaphor. Photo cropped from one in Pixabay.com.
lillian the home poet 
Way to go, Lill!
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Sounds like a woman enjoying her golden years to the max!
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The whole poem is a great metaphor for getting older (dis)gracefully. Can-can while you can, Lill!
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Delightful Lillian!
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I like the thought of the earned revelry from the years of accountability.
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Aging in style.
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Love the spirit this poem projects about aging. Keep kicking up those heels!!! I am too.
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Oh those years of accountability, must dos and many don’ts in the business suit of life. I love the metaphor!
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Your words have spunk and dance because you can-can
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I love this… and having a wonderful finale from all those years in business attire… ha, I still enjoy my days at work, but I try to chose what I do, so even work becomes fun…
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Oh…. I love this Lillian! Yes, it is way to early to just settle in and disappear!
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Excellent use of metaphor Lillian! Creatively conceived, and very effective! Very zesty piece… 😉
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Great, as Autumn has such exuberance and certainly does not go quietly.
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