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| Picture by jinksy |
Once upon a time she had waltzed through iridescent fields with a child-like innocence of goodness. Nothing could taint her view. It had been a series of stabs in the back that collected dust in her memory. Then one day, one stab too many, she exploded from color to achromatic blah; all the while relishing the kaleidoscope hidden within, a little spark of hope for tomorrow.
Inspiration: Jinksy
9 comments:
Very nice. I really like this.
Your theme here runs very deep, perhaps one that many can relate to. I find my poetry circling around something like it all the time, no matter what I start out to write about.
May the spark grow into a bright shining star ;-)
I was struck by the force of "achromatic blah" As if her exasperation with life had become too much for words.
I hope the little spark grows and is not extinguished.
Unfortunately the fortress keeps out everything - not just riff-raff. Glad there's still that hidden spark.
Ooohh... I really like this one. Isn't that how it is for so many (of us) blocking out, yet trying to keep a small spark left. Unfortunately to block out some requires that we block out all.
Whoa! Here's to inner kaleidoscopes, then! Thanks for pedalling the tandem! lol
it must be released to cleanse the soul... beautiful description my friend! I saw the colors flying as your words were read!
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