Tag: Poetic Journey
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The Unfinished Line #1 #BlogchatterHalfMarathon @Blogchatter
You trace the edge of dawn with your fingertips, aching for something unseen— a whisper caught between breath and silence. In the quiet, I listen— to the murmurs beneath the wind, to the heartbeat of the unseen, and wonder if you hear it too. The story unfolds in shadows, a dance of words and silence,…
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In the Quiet Hours: An Ode to My Chosen Pastime
When the world quiets and distractions fall away, I turn to my chosen ritual—the act of writing. In the gentle hush, words bloom not simply as pastime but as presence: a ceremony of ink, memory, and self-discovery, where each line connects me deeper to the world and to my own unfolding story. #Poetry #Hobby #WritingLife…
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Ten Years Hence: An Avant-Garde Odyssey of Becoming #poetry
“Don’t ask me for a five-point plan. Ask me for the constellation in my left eye…” This sprawling, unconventional poem dismantles the rigid frame of future projections and replaces it with a dreamscape of self-questioning, odd metaphors, wild detours, and deeply human truth. Told in first person, it answers the cliched question “Where do you…
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The Secret Door in My Garden: A Journey Through Soil, Shadows, and Stars #WriteAPageADay #600
Beneath my garden’s restless soil, secrets coil like whispering roots. A door waits, unseen yet felt, breathing against the fabric of reality. What lies beyond? The garden knows, the soil remembers, and the hidden door beckons.
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The Room is Unfamiliar: A Journey into the Self
The room is unfamiliar. I don’t know how I got here. The walls hum in tones I’ve never heard. Not whispers. Not words. Just a vibration. A presence. The room is not just a place—it’s a mirror, a canvas of fears, memories, and truths. In its stillness, I find myself.
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Much-Needed Light: A Poetic Journey Through Darkness and Inner Awakening
Much-needed light doesn’t arrive with fanfare or the brilliance of dawn. It creeps in, a subtle presence that turns darkness tender, not to be seen but felt. This poem captures the delicate dance between shadows and the soft light of self-discovery.
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