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She peeled away the stale layers
Of sorrow,
The sheets that wrapped around the core
Of what had once held
Grins.
And underneath the soot of tears
And grit
And grief
She found the gold that had been
Hidden
Soft against reality’s biting teeth.
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Thank you, m’dear! I have me a feeling you know some about grit and grief and soft gold cores and grins. … xoxo
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I might… xoxo
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xoxo
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I like your description of stale layers and reality’s biting teeth.
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Thank you, Frank! I had the image of people biting into a nugget of gold to test its purity, and of the relative softness of gold among metals, wrapped under hidden/hiding layers as it might often be.
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Golden grins, long forgotten beneath dusty veils of sorrow
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Yes indeed … the stuff of life lived …
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Your quadrille is tinged so beautifully with sorrow and the soot of tears. I love the hope in:
‘She found the gold that had been
Hidden
Soft against reality’s biting teeth.’
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Thank you, Kim! I’m so glad you read and commented. And … yes to the tinge of sorrow and the residue of tears … even as we hold the core of valuable tenderness within … 🙂
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Our soft centers are always there… somewhere. I like this!
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Indeed they are, Susan! Thank you for reading and commenting – I’m so glad you liked this! 🙂
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I’m glad ‘She found the gold that had been hidden’ Na’ama xxx
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🙂 Yep, may it be so for all who had forgotten the gold they have inside them … 🙂
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Sometimes we need help to find the gold inside.
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True! Sometimes we do! 🙂
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I love the analogies in your quadrille. Finding ourselves again could be like finding a treasure.
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Thank you, Mish. Here’s to finding treasures as many times as we need them to be found … 🙂
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