A writing exercise called kaleidoscope
Here’s my take on the first creative writing prompt, put out by a couple of pretty cool writers.
In being new to Substack I’m starting to view this space as one big creative writing class. I loved that class in grade 12, holding rocks and inventing stories, in one persons hand they were a portal to another realm, in another’s a pebble given by a penguin, or even a poem on how the rock literally looked and felt.
It filled inner 17 year old, odd hippie me with joy.
(the curious detour) put out a call to start a cool little project that himself and fellow writer came up with called project kaleidoscope.The prop my this month is tipping point.
I love poetry but if I look at this much longer I’m going to go insane. Also I’ll edit it so much it won’t make any sense. On the premise that I’m just doing this for fun, I’ll put forth my first draft. Hope whoever happens to stumble upon this liked it. It’s messy, it’s a tad awkward but I did it, so there’s that.
Here goes nothing.
Tipping Point
It started like a snowflake.
Pristine and unique.
It shone like no other,
It gleamed back at me.
Then more and more fell as our love started to swell.
A mountain of flakes combined to cover every hill.
Each piece unique,
a reflection of either you or me.
Each came together as a mass of pure glee.
sparkling soft ice, pure and pristine.
A blanket of love for all to see.
With Each piece sparkling individually,
Together it could blind everyone including apparently,
both you and me.
The sun sone down on this beautiful blanket of white.
Melting tiny flakes of lovely memories out of sight.
And then,
quietly,
Barely noticeable to our eyes.
As Most of the ground was still covered in white.
tiny cracks of dark earth came through, filled with darkness and spite.
It came out of nowhere.
The tipping point of melted snow.
Yet happened over time
The dirt now that now would show.
The blame and mistakes that were either yours or mine.
Deep and dark through fire and ice,
Cracking the facade of space and time.
As cold pristine love turned liquid in warmer weather.
We started to see,
That maybe we weren’t meant to stay together.
The sun you see, shone right through you and me.
And when spring time came it showed us how ignorant we had been.
We hung on to every last possible flake.
Patches of white,
clinging desperately,
And yet,
the sun still came relentlessly.
We were doomed to melt into the dark earth
To be seen,
not as one perfect scene.
But, Reborn again
through melting down,
to possibly a new you
and new me.
Though the tipping point of the suns rays are discreet
A tipping point of sheer destructive heat
destroyed what we were,
to what we could be.
A singular you
And a singular me
This is beautiful, so beautiful, thank you for sharing it with us 🥰
Charlotte, you sell yourself short! This is exactly the type of thing that I hoped to be reading when we started the challenge. It's neither messy or awkward.
I don't really have the vocabulary to comment on poetry properly, I don't know the rules, or how it's supposed to look but I know what I like and I like this!
Also your nostalgic story at the start, that's exactly how I envision this challenge, to see how we all see the same thing through a different lens, thanks for posting Charlotte.