Category: #Poetry
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At the Crossroads of Being: The Calendar of Echoes
As the clock strikes midnight on yet another year that grew without our full permission, a question rises like smoke from everything left unspoken: If not now—when? If not this life—what else?
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Slow and Steady: The Gentle Journey of a Snail
Discover the quiet grace of the snail’s journey, a humble yet inspiring story told through gentle verses — reminding us to slow down and appreciate life’s small wonders.
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A Donsy of Gnomes
At last they halt before the ancient tree, Their pilgrimage completed ’neath its dome; They raise a toast in silent reverie, Then fade away—a donsý folded home.
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Light Between the Silence: A Poetic Triptych on Tenderness, Grief, and the Quiet Fight to Stay Whole
He listens to the hush between heartbeats… She steps into the day, carrying the invisible weight of battles fought in unseen places… The children laugh with earth-stained hands, tugging gently at the horizon. Together, they are a family stitched not just by blood, but by the quiet miracle of persistence. In silence and sunlight, in…
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The Lived Reality of Understanding #poetry
In the end, what matters is not that you arrive, but that you keep coming home—to yourself, to these questions, to the trembling courage that lets you stay alive to life’s wonder. We are, all of us, a fleeting constellation, endlessly rearranging— what a relief, and what a gift, to realize you are both the…
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The Light That Finds You #poetry
You, who have gathered your scars into a quiet constellation and learned to cradle heartbreak gently, rise again each morning—tired, yes, but stitched with hope. Every breath is a quiet testament that you are still here, still loving, still becoming.
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The Return #poetry
Life makes perfect sense to me because I’ve learned to trust the perfect senselessness of the human journey, the beautiful mess of becoming who we are, one conscious breath, one chosen step, one brave pause at a time.
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Desert Island: “Salt and Solitude”
Some days, I build a raft in my mind, lashed with laughter I almost recall— ready, perhaps, should the world call me home. But mostly, I dig my toes into the sand, let solitude teach me its steady, salt-bright song.
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The Expansion Engine #poetry
We expand or we die, and words are the wings that carry us past the boundaries of what we thought possible into the territories of what we can make real.
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The Long and Winding Road #poetry
There is a road they call long and winding—it stretches where the horizon aches, dusted with the silence of old footsteps, echoing hearts that have carried their longing from sun-baked valleys to starlit ridges. This multi-part love poem weaves together themes of enduring devotion, desert landscapes, and the quiet courage of staying together through life’s…
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