| Commentary and Philosophy Fiction posted November 11, 2020 |
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season changes
Unforgettable
by Iza Deleanu
Stand up! Go to sleep! Wake up! Damn it! How I hate to have my life governed by these three steps. We both are evolving in time: Spring - my hopes are up in the air. I feel like a beautiful flower getting my delicate head out of the snow. Slowly the sun transfers me in the Summer. Here I feel like a lake mirroring my sweet sky. Then a glow of amber brings my Autumn at the door-step. This is the only season when I feel suspended in time. Only autumn gets me, we both fight to keep the first two seasons as long as possible, but my time shortens and slips through my fingers in the same way as the leaves are leaving my trees barren of color. Witness of our fighting are our poor and precious plants that day-by-day close themselves inside for the harsh Winter.
Winter knows me the best. She mocks me with her cold and icy kiss and promises me a better life next year. Naively, I let myself to be fooled again as I am transported in her crystal cave. Under her magic, I become an icicle watching in fascination how she is clothing everything in white. It's beautiful and impressive.
My head spins and with each year for me it's harder to keep up. If I have to go I prefer to go on the wings of my precious summer. I will be the leaf that flows in the ocean unforgettable and frozen.
Season's change writing prompt entry
Stand up! Go to sleep! Wake up! Damn it! How I hate to have my life governed by these three steps. We both are evolving in time: Spring - my hopes are up in the air. I feel like a beautiful flower getting my delicate head out of the snow. Slowly the sun transfers me in the Summer. Here I feel like a lake mirroring my sweet sky. Then a glow of amber brings my Autumn at the door-step. This is the only season when I feel suspended in time. Only autumn gets me, we both fight to keep the first two seasons as long as possible, but my time shortens and slips through my fingers in the same way as the leaves are leaving my trees barren of color. Witness of our fighting are our poor and precious plants that day-by-day close themselves inside for the harsh Winter.
Winter knows me the best. She mocks me with her cold and icy kiss and promises me a better life next year. Naively, I let myself to be fooled again as I am transported in her crystal cave. Under her magic, I become an icicle watching in fascination how she is clothing everything in white. It's beautiful and impressive.
My head spins and with each year for me it's harder to keep up. If I have to go I prefer to go on the wings of my precious summer. I will be the leaf that flows in the ocean unforgettable and frozen.
Winter knows me the best. She mocks me with her cold and icy kiss and promises me a better life next year. Naively, I let myself to be fooled again as I am transported in her crystal cave. Under her magic, I become an icicle watching in fascination how she is clothing everything in white. It's beautiful and impressive.
My head spins and with each year for me it's harder to keep up. If I have to go I prefer to go on the wings of my precious summer. I will be the leaf that flows in the ocean unforgettable and frozen.
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Writing Prompt Write a short story 250 words(beg, middle &end ) about season's change- can be metaphorical or factual. Paint it verbally with wistful memories, profound emotions, lovely landscapes & sprinkle with some humour ! Choose your own title. |
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