The Original Idea

(An Ode to the Spark not Ignited)

By Penina PohlPublished 3 months ago • 1 min read

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the Original idea

slips away

elusive as an innocent mind.

a momentary Epiphany,

a spot of light among the dark

that lives for an instant

then flickers and fades,

a tragic display of transient genius

whose inevitable destination

is bitter Exasperation.

art inspirational Ode surreal poetry

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Penina Pohl

Eclectic mishmash of prose, poems and essays that no one ever asked for, spanning various genres with little rhyme, reason, sense of identity or grammatical awareness.100% human-generated tawdry. (I only use AI to make myself pretty)

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