I have lived in a bubble for too long, and I hear that it will burst at some point, breaking my reverie. The naysayers do not realize its immense advantage as an insulation.
It shields me from the insanity outside. How many people know that celebrities are humans, with aches and wounds, just like ordinary mortals? We have been hurt, but we cannot show … lest it becomes a show-stopper.
The show must go on, till I drown or drain.
Petals are delicate
wither away with touch
but sewn in garlands
their sighs are inaudible
and pain shortens their life
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Well done, Reena. You put a lot of thought into this post.
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Not really. Creative posts just flow. Articles need an effort.
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I understand that feeling, as well. 😉
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The poem and the prose reflect each other, and work so well together.
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Thank you so much, Sarah!
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wow 😀
thanks for playing the Sunday writing prompt Reena 🙂
wonderful ideas here – love the play and use of bubbles and how surfaces are made and broken – appearances can be shallow but there are always truths and essences beneath – most often indistinguishable from others – that speak of pain, insecurities etc. And I really loved the poem -the idea of petals – and the lines
but sewn in garlands
their sighs are inaudible
absolutely stunning! gorgeous imagery!
I hope you have a wonderful week 🙂
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Thank you so much! Your detailed comment has added value to the short piece.
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I tend to babble on …. but I really enjoyed your post Reena 🙂
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