POETRY
The Lost Color
Literary Impulse:Prompt
She was a lost colour of the rainbow, neither praised nor chased – appearing and disappearing over a gushing waterfall – hidden in a plump bead of water emitting refracted light
Or a wild geranium with violet blooms growing underneath mighty pines, flitting with profusion of unseen, unapplauded, minuscule identities, merged between elevations of earth and sky
Maybe an unwanted punctuation to the beauty of nature, a futile existence in unhindered wild; leaping between water bead’s fluidity and flower bud’s confines
She was a colour beyond palette of seasons, blossoming only in creator’s mind, one moment glowing brighter than geraniums, swinging vivaciously over waterfall’s sparkle another time.
Era Garg March 2023
Thanks, Priyanka Srivastava for the amazing prompt. Let’s celebrate the lost colours as well.
The link to the prompt by Priyanka Srivastava is given below :-
