{"id":56,"date":"2017-10-05T02:10:54","date_gmt":"2017-10-05T02:10:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/eportfolios.capilanou.ca\/sheilasanchezarellan\/?p=56"},"modified":"2018-11-29T05:35:52","modified_gmt":"2018-11-29T05:35:52","slug":"flash-poetry","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/eportfolios.capilanou.ca\/sheilasanchezarellan\/2017\/10\/05\/flash-poetry\/","title":{"rendered":"Flash Poetry"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: left\"><strong>A Sacred Place:<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\"><strong>\u00a0<\/strong>closed my eyes. I was there. instantly. a gorgeous place.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">the best moments spent in the wonder of childhood.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">nature spoke. my steps as vivid as a fresh wound. or a kiss.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">the magic of recalling. nature\u2019s sacred place. always within me.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">euphony. memories and being. walking abreast.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">reliving forever. seize polyphony. devour my heart.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\"><strong>Beautiful Day:<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\"><strong>\u00a0<\/strong>my hand touched hers. and never again was life the same. the dim gray<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">was infused with colour. red. blue. black. yellow. orange. purple.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">a lens through which love made its way. the birds trilled.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">the air felt warm. delightful qualities projected themselves.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">soft skin. indigo eyes. gazed at her essence. on that beautiful day.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">when a kind stroke made life shine.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\"><strong>An Adventure:<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">gazing astonishing sceneries. my heart. echoing happiness.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">an emotion. alluring as a ballerina dancing on snow.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">novel and prosperous as an autumn sunset.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">on the verge of love, and the brim of exuberance.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">my life becomes pervaded with delight.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">and my essence unfurls.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Her Life:<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>broke a glass. the shattering sound. started bleeding. a slur.<\/p>\n<p>a reflection. an image of her. never forgotten.<\/p>\n<p>crimson. damp. gnawing escorted by a tempest. tears.<\/p>\n<p>salt and a gulp of despair. her life. made of cold hail.<\/p>\n<p>mouldering. fragmented as the glass before her.<\/p>\n<p>bleeding like her aging hands. the soul. diffusing.<\/p>\n<p>this is her truth. the one she chose.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">By: Sheila Arellano<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A Sacred Place: \u00a0closed my eyes. I was there. instantly. a gorgeous place. the best moments spent in the wonder of childhood. nature spoke. my steps as vivid as a fresh wound. or a kiss. the magic of recalling. nature\u2019s sacred place. always within me. euphony. memories and being. walking abreast. reliving forever. seize polyphony. 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