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Kristeen posted an update in the studio
3 months agoThe NWP NaPoWriMo Writing Festival Our pockets have rare treasures… the story of our day unfolds…
When we are kids, Rocks become gems, treasure abounds, scribbling transforms to notes with friends, music is our own heart song, and Frogs are just frogs.
When we are teens, gems have made there way to fingers and no long there in, pens become soul transportation, heart songs are slowly is replaced by the beat of other peoples drums, frogs are boys…or girls…who don’t turn to princes.
When we are adults, gems are pretty but who has time, the kids hve started collecting, i dont need mine, pens become work, music becomes escape, and a frog may have gotten caught in transformation at least temporarily.
When we are old, rocks are old friends or they become new again every few minutes, pens stop writing in even measured strokes, the only music is in your head because the hearing aid batteries are dead, and frogs are just frogs again.
Walter, Kristina and )))O(((2 Comments-
Very cool K…
As I read I could feel the transformation…
And insights into transformation…
It makes one wonder how much is a choice…
How much is nature…
Or…
If there is some deeper meaning to the human condition…
Like…
To become a launching pad into eternity..?
For me…
I have experienced some very harsh conditions…
But somehow…
I think I have stayed young at heart..?
But I feel the pull to become more hardened…
I think society promotes a hardening to ones inner child…
Tis thought provoking…
Nice thought provoking write…
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“pens become soul transportation,” what a powerful line filled with truth. Strong and honest piece.
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