Seamless Transformations
Subtle Beauty
I wonder if the raindrop feels its transition into a snowflake
Fragile, subtle beauty forms as the warmth silently escapes
In a blink, the wandering drizzle stars, freezing patterns on my window
As the salty teardrops gently fall leaving imprints on my pillow
The seamless transformations, of a black heart, as it burns
Or the flawless, painful feeling of the broken as it turns
Smoothly the fracture takes its toll, leaving unique mosaic tracks
The beauty in survival comes, when we change, where we are at
The blessing in the broken and the healing of a soul
That we never would have grown from, had the snowflake never formed
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Dog Number 13
May 15, 2023 Strange things are happening. Good-strange, bad-strange, and strange-strange. For starters, me and all my litter mates are able to stand. Some of us can even wiggle around in a clumsy manner. I say wiggle because it isn’t quite walking but it isn’t quite crawling. We just sort of stand and wiggle and fall and take a few steps and then crawl and then get up again. It is in this manner we are able to move around to some degree and explore our surroundings. Naturally we cannot go far. Which is ok, I suppose, because I am very small and I need my mother for food and my siblings to keep me warm and I feel very loved and comforted by them in some way, so I don’t know why I would need to go very far. Having four legs, I must admit, is very strange. It is not a surprise to me that it is challenging to coordinate them to move in the order they need to move. But I can get around a little bit, my eyes can stay open for much longer periods of time now, and it is easier to understand what is happening. So this is new.
By Morgan Longford2 days ago in Chapters
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This could be a way of describing the winter season for it could be quite emotional for some.
As memories come together & everything begins to crystalize, of course it is bound to feel it. Especially as its whole world begins to harden & crack. But you are not alone, Kelli.
I hear you. Beautiful prose
Gotta love the snow.
very beautiful
Beautiful imagery. Very nice!