The sun cracks heavy grey clouds,
rushing to spill dazzling light
through the frosty window,
puddling it over carpet.
It catches a solitary tear
on a fuzzy earthbound cheek,
and
suddenly
sets the room on fire
with brilliant
reds
oranges
yellows
greens
and blues.
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De was tending the Monday bar at dVerse and “spill” was the word we were to include in a 44-word Quadrille.
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Jun 14, 2016 @ 21:43:33
How gorgeous. This spills like a painting. So happy to see you at Quadrille!
Jun 14, 2016 @ 21:50:23
😊 Life is so crazy now. It’s the last kilometre of a marathon and I just want it to be over. Another ten days and I can rest. Thanks so much for your constant encouragement. And your words! Your words make each step lighter. ❤️
Jun 15, 2016 @ 05:10:45
Beautiful. Such colour in the end!
Jun 15, 2016 @ 05:31:49
Thanks, Mandi! 😊
Jun 15, 2016 @ 09:43:48
A perfect color of mind… wonderful, just like it’s supposed to be.
Jun 15, 2016 @ 11:44:42
Thanks, Björn! 😊
Jun 15, 2016 @ 22:18:16
A rainbow from a tear – that’s a really hopeful image! Beautiful.
Jun 16, 2016 @ 10:09:48
Thank you! 😊
Jun 16, 2016 @ 00:30:21
Nicely done! You take these challenges and turn them into something unexpected and delightful! 🙂
Jun 16, 2016 @ 10:09:28
Wow, thanks, Lorna! It’s been a tough week. Nice to have a bit of encouragement! ❤️
Jun 18, 2016 @ 07:48:15
“It catches a solitary tear
on a fuzzy earthbound cheek.” Beautifully written all around.
Jun 18, 2016 @ 10:19:15
Thank you. 😊
Jun 18, 2016 @ 19:01:51
You’re welcome! 🙂
Jun 19, 2016 @ 10:15:53
Beautiful!
Jun 19, 2016 @ 10:33:10
Thank you. 🙂
Jun 19, 2016 @ 21:19:13
Beautifully written. Sounds like a painting by nature.