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Pale

A dewdrops sparkle, not a fairy's tear
just a drop of water.
Where once
it had awed and inspired
breath catching,
pure wonderment,
now not even noticed.
Vibrant colors
a glimpse into magic,
now merely a plain pallet.
Instead of the purely perfect
pulses of life
that exist within each shade.
Sparkles no longer exist,
color no longer awes.

Author notes

11. "Everything I touch is pale ever since I lost imagination." -- "Sound of Goodbye" by Armin Van Buuren.

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  • nilav
    July 2, 2008
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    beautiful poem...the words bring out the loss and the pain and some emptiness also...

  • OhNoChastity
    June 29, 2008

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    I really like the description and the words used for this. I feel like you captured all parts of the prompt. The loss of imagination is there, and the description of the loss of colour. I like also how you still made the poem vibrant itself. Your descriptions are colourful and full of imagination, yet describing something so different.

    I love the first line. "A dewdrop's sparkle, not a fairy's tale." It almost shows a lost of childhood wonder, a transition from the stories to reality. It immediately translates loss of imagination. I'm not sure if you meant to do this, but I can completely see this as a loss of childhood innocence and imagination.

    The only suggestion I have is I think this would've been even greater if there was something on WHY there was a loss of imagination. What made the narrator become that way? Why?

    Otherwise, the poem is great. Good job and thank you for entering! Hope to see you again in future contests and keep writing!