dancing feet and jingling bells
let the naysayers go to hell
My music is the song of winds
magic that will never rescind
tapping feet and empty chairs
my voice echoes in halls of despair
wings clipped to stall my flight
Blindfolded, I await daylight
Shades of Life
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hi, Reena 🥰
Just wanna let you know that this week’s W3, hosted by our beloved Lisa Paul, is now live:
https://skepticskaddish.com/2025/09/17/w3-prompt-177-weave-written-weekly/
Much love,
David
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‘my voice echoes in halls of despair’. What a powerful image—the contrast between the dancing, jingling celebration and the echoing despair creates this haunting duality.
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Thank you so much!
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Reena, I like how you shift from “dancing feet and jingling bells” to “my voice echoes in halls of despair.” It’s a powerful contrast.
~David
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Thank you, David!
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Reena, this conveys the conflict so well – silenced restrained vs longing to be heard and free – so very effective🙌
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Thank you so much, Ange!
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Oh this is so intense.
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Thank you so much!
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You are very welcome
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dancing feet and jingling bells
let the naysayers go to hell
You had me laughing from the beginning! I hate to laugh at such serious things but it is funny to read them like this!
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Thank you, Christine! 🦹❤️❤️
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