The red-tiled roof, a symbol of resilience, starkly contrasts the fleeting beauty of the rainbow.
The tree, a silent sentinel, has witnessed the many storms the roof has weathered, providing unwavering support to the house’s residents, a comforting presence in times of turmoil.
The bird, with a heart full of courage, tests her wings. Perhaps she can touch the rainbow and return, her journey a testament to the beauty of change.
The roof, a silent witness, will long for her return, forgiving her wanderlust and waiting for the gentle touch of her feet and the flutter of her departing wings.
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Nice flow to this.
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Thank you, Dawn!
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A pretty read! I particularly like the first line.
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Thank you so much, Angela!
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I wont comment on the more usual relationship between gull and roof!
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Interpretations of writing prompts often go beyond the obvious 🤣🤣
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What a beautiful story. Interesting perspective. Last week, as Helene ripped through, Even as far inland as Kentucky is, we got remnants that misplaced many a tree and roof. It reminded me of when Ike went through in 2008… I was on my balcony, sitting in a chair, talking to Mom about how cool it was to be in a hurricane, inland as we are. When suddenly, I slide across the deck, look up and see a huge chunk of wood and shingles fly. “Mom.” I said. “I think I’d better go inside. I think my roof just went across the yard. Call ya later.” I went inside and found a skylight over our bed. It was a scary few hours, but also interestingly fun. The following two weeks without power put my campstove to use for the entire complex. what a memory.
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OMG! Watching destruction on TV and experiencing it in the house is quite different. Thanks for sharing your experience!
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Actually, it felt kinda fun at the time. What wasn’t fun, was trying to explain to insurance why I needed a new windshield. At least then, I had a picture of the light sitting on my dashboard. LOL! All in all, after Xenia in 1974, I guess I’m kinda jaded that nothing is too bad as long as you’re alive to joke about it.
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True that. 😊
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A deep and insightful piece. I like the synergy between them and the meanings you gave.
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Thank you so much!
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beautiful I particularly love the final line!
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Good to know that.
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A wistful poem of community among the house, bird and tree.
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Thank you, Clare!
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A very literary piece and lovely to read.
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Thank you so much, James!
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