This poem is a form called a kyrielle, for Linda’s paint-chip poetry prompt. I wrote this yesterday but saved the post for today. The paint chip words are below. I am also linking with DVerse OLN.
Enter the past, see its warm glow,
Its happiness when it begins —
Until it becomes a black widow:
The veil is tissue-paper thin.
It takes two to tango, this game
That every person is cast in.
Responsibility or blame?
The veil is tissue-paper thin.
In life, some events cause a blast,
Some future concerns make a din,
As present turns into the past —
The veil is tissue-paper thin.
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This is quite thought-provoking. Nice job. And you reminded me I still haven’t done mine.
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The thought of how everything present will soon be the past makes me think of walking down a lane with that veil of forgetfulness waiting to swallow you from behind.
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This is so powerful! I agree that that veil is “tissue-paper thin,” when it comes to the matters of past and present. 💝
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Past is present will be past and the tissue, thin as it is, remains intact. Beautifully captured.
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Evocative indeed!
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Beautiful flow and a sense of balance that I liked too. The topic can be interpreted in many ways and I love that in verse. I talk of and deal with ‘the veil’ in my everyday life, as a clairvoyant medium so I especially relate on a different level. Beautiful piece. 😊
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Very nicely done! Love this line…
Responsibility or blame?
The veil is tissue-paper thin.
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Definitely hard to have responsibility or blame without at least two to tango. Thanks for posting this one.
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I like how you incorporated the colors and the repetition of that last line.
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thought provoking and evocative … “The veil is tissue-paper thin” gives a hollow ring
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I like the way you have used the form, and the repetition of the poignant line ‘The veil is tissue-paper thin.’
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A lovely pairing of kyrielle and paint chips! I love how you wove those unusual paint names into your own words. I especially like the play on ‘veil’ in the lines:
‘Until it becomes a black widow:
The veil is tissue-paper thin’.
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I like the repeated refrain, and especially the final two line. The line is so thin between past and present. I was struck once by a physicist’s comment that there is really no such thing as present–because as soon as we recognize a moment, it’s gone already.
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thank you now i have to go look up what a kyrielle is i love finding new words.
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