A uniformed drop
catches a flare,
a reflection.
Rainbow colors
swirled throughout.
Slowly it falls,
stretching towards its end.
A wealth of promise
carried in its weight.
Its beauty tempting,
enticing thoughts
of perfection.
Shimmering silver,
it hovers for a moment,
stopping time.
Until, Inevitably…
it breaks free,
gaining momentum
as it tumbles.
Guided by gravity,
opposed by air.
Its changing shape,
a testament
to this paradox.
A single drop
catches a reflection.
Rainbow colors
swirled throughout.
Slowly it falls,
stretching towards its end.
A wealth of promise
carried in its weight.
Its beauty tempting,
enticing thoughts
of perfection.
Shimmering silver,
it hovers for a moment,
stopping time.
Until, Inevitably…
it breaks free,
gaining momentum
as it tumbles.
Guided by gravity,
opposed by air.
Its changing shape,
a testament
to this paradox.
Finally it lands...
Scattering into
a thousand drops.
Its truth finally revealed,
as it eats through
a warriors armor,
Beauty exposed for all,
Methodically it begins
to infect your heart,
Fulfilling its true agenda,
to poison your life.
Foreordained,
my souls venom.
This would be truly beautiful if it only referred to the 'drop, ' but I see and feel so many more of life's lessons behind these words as well. It is so very deeply personal, isn't it? Well Done!
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A brilliant write Kristin, I love the repeating throughout the verses, and the subject is just great. It is nice to see that 'drop' isn't 'dropp' anymore, they must have sorted out the problem. A pleasure to read this one. How are you fairing? Love and hugs Ernestine XXX