A tightly coiled spring,
I know no joy, no relief
before I’m released.
Oh what marvellous freedom!
…’til I’m snapped back in my box.
By Sarah ©2018
Prompt: Ramblings Of A Writer, Weekly Tanka Prompt, Poetry Challenge #83 – Spring and Joy
A tightly coiled spring,
I know no joy, no relief
before I’m released.
Oh what marvellous freedom!
…’til I’m snapped back in my box.
By Sarah ©2018
Prompt: Ramblings Of A Writer, Weekly Tanka Prompt, Poetry Challenge #83 – Spring and Joy
By Sarah 
Love that face, sure has a strong spring.
Thanks have a nice day.
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You too Elsie
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sadly some people live their life like this 😦
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So glad you got the metaphor 😃🌟
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thought it was obvious 🙂
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Sometimes I’m not sure it comes through…
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it come through fine!
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really like the ending line –
I was expecting I know no release til I am opened – but by going back in it added more depth – fun
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Thank you 😊
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🙂
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This is so lovely. Love the imagery that goes with your words. Photo is perfect.
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Thank you so much ☺️
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