Still Lake needs a pebble~Wednesday Writing Essential~Transitions

Complexed, demanding lines, angles

zigzags and just scribbling

sprayed it with crimson and cobalt,

wished to be hung in the living

and I called it a painting.


didn’t realize, while destroying rebuilding the odds

I was rebuilding and reforming myself

first era, where transition tip-toed .


watched geese flying to sun

signaling the transitions

travelling from joy to happiness,

through feelings to emotions

carnivores to herbivores.


didn’t realize while exploring and experiencing

yesterday to today to tomorrow

Second era transpired with failures- recycled in success.


anticipating the unexpected events

The Banyan-tree fell on earth

melting, moving, decomposing

water to tears, tears to soil

slowly witnessing the native land vacant.



didn’t realize while bidding adieu

third era is unanswered- mystery, magic or Miracle

Life is Death reborn ?




Wednesday’s Prompt:Write about transitions or use transitional words in your post. Post poetry, prose, a memoir, nonfiction, or an essay

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