Living Poetry prompt – Discovery
Looking for my lost childhood
deep in the luscious green
I was once delighted
in the gossamer
of my innocent face
looking into the reflection
of the calm river
With each erosion of the bank
I grew older
as the tree trunks grew thicker
until the familiar path
became unrecognisable
overtaken by years of absence
Searching but not finding
the same joy
when a world discovered
to be greyer
beyond the forest gate

A moving metaphor and thoughtful reflection, Cassa. ✨
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Thanks Michelle. 🌻
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You are welcome. 🌸
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Great work! I especially like the “gossamer / of my innocent face” Thanks for writing to my little prompt.
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😁
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Those are my favorite words too ~ just lovely, Cassa!
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Thank you David! ☺️
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Cassa, would you mind if I share this as a ‘reblog’ at The Skeptic’s Kaddish at some point in the future? If not, that’s totally fine ~ no pressure!
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Of course, I’ll be honoured. ☺️
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Beautiful, yet melancholy. Best not to look back for too long.
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Ghosts of halcyon days.
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Excellent piece.
I love how the final stanza reads as an incomplete sentence, which leaves the reader with an even stronger sense of that searching feeling, and that feeling (since it’s the end of the piece) that what they’re searching for may not be discoverable.
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Thank you for reading and giving an insightful comment.🌻
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