Tag: narrative poetry
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The Soul’s Autumn: A Life in Seasons
I was a child of budding rains, every puddle an ocean, every blossom a miracle; but life is a cycle of light and silence— spring’s laughter, summer’s blaze, autumn’s surrender, winter’s hush. And always, it is autumn that speaks most to the soul: to fall is not to fail, but to transform.
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What Mamaw Told the Creek
“Don’t cross no river mad,” she’d warn. “It remembers.” In the hush of Tucker’s Ridge, Mamaw held the past like a quilt in her lap—stitched with floods, love gone sideways, and the music of a creek that always knew more than it said.
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