when crayons run out of color
but the mind is fertile
I draw a rough sketch
to be repainted
when I return
as an architect
to rebuild
this much-loved place
my bubble bursting with joy
My gran will welcome me
into her monochrome home
ask for a fresh coat of paint
Creative Experiments and More 
hi, Reena❣️
Just wanna let you know that this week’s W3, hosted by our beloved Sally, is now live:
https://skepticskaddish.com/2025/12/17/w3-prompt-190-weave-written-weekly/
Much love,
David
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Done 👍
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Reena, the move from worn-out crayons to becoming the one who rebuilds. Your gran’s monochrome home quietly asking for color really gets to me.
~David
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Thank you, David! Rebuilding is a challenge and pleasure in equal measure.
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So much understated vibrance in these words!
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Thank you so much, Violet!
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Reena I love this take!! Bravo!
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Thank you, Val!
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Great write Reena 👏
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Thanks!
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Lovely 🥰
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Thanks!
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My pleasure
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Very sweet!
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Thanks!
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oh, i love your take on the prompt Reena…so brilliant 🫶👏
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Thank you, Michelle!
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Beautiful!!!! 💗
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This piece is wonderfully tender and imaginative. The way you blend childhood imagery, creativity, and the warmth of a grandparent’s love creates a soft, nostalgic glow. The metaphor of returning “as an architect” to rebuild a beloved place is especially beautiful — it speaks to growth, healing, and the enduring bonds that shape us. A truly lovely, heartfelt poem.
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Thank you, Vermaji!
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You are welcome.
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