The Beauty of Distraction
And Paving Your Path
This is my entry for the Distraction competition. I wanted to give a bit of a shoutout to some of my favorite ways to distract myself back when I was a child! See if you can find the easter eggs.
DISTRACTION
Dreaming by the brightest day,
Intrigued in the starry night.
Secure your mighty fantasies,
Tread through the brilliant light.
Ravens, they choose to write,
Always at their tiny desks.
Caterpillars aloof, a whimsical pipe suggests.
They pave the path of destiny,
In no way should you deny it.
One day it won't just be a mere disturbance.
Never stop valuing the innocence.
About the Creator
A.D. Anderson
An indie author who loves all things whimsical. I thought this would be a good place to go to help me branch out in my craft! While I typically enjoy fantasy writing and those works, you'll find some more earthy, real-life tones here, too.
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The way you weave together the themes of imagination and destiny is truly captivating, Amber. I was transported to a dreamlike world filled with wonder. Your poem is a reminder to always embrace innocence and value the beauty in life. Thank you for sharing such an enchanting piece of writing. It truly touched my heart. <3333
GREAT WORK 💜