April 26th

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Day twenty-six and the challenge is almost over, but a few more days to enjoy it.

Today’s prompt is a Change Poem, which is a nice idea and can go any-other way. So, let’s just see what happens.

Sometimes you see a small, rose bubble of soap,

neatly coated with glittery slime.

Its frail exterior brings forth a

beauty others will just envy.

Change is but the hammer you bring down

to break the soap’s crust, of a beautiful sight.

Change is the sole of a shoe, crushing

the remnants of the water into the ground.

You’ll say the bubble is gone,

and cry at the grave your foot created.

But change is just that,

the transformation of the bubble

into microscopic puddles of soap

which will clean the microbes living

On your shoe.

I’ve read “change” in his prompt and immediately thought of soap? Yeah, I do not understand my thinking either, so just give up.

In all fairness, my days have been filled with a lot of experimental writing lately, prose at that, so I think the images in my head are simply blurred and mixed together. I estimate it will take me a long time to go back to normal.

Nevertheless, I hope you enjoyed this one, and I shall see you all tomorrow!

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