Tag: Time
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Those Years Must Have Been Really Challenging
The earth seems to be spinning faster these days— you can feel it too, can’t you? Hours slip through our fingers like dry sand we were once foolish enough to try catching in the wind.We are running for time now, not with it. The pact we made in our youth— to balance ambition against peace—…
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Let’s Meet Again, Like Drops Meet Drops
A lyrical meditation on reunion, memory, and timeless connection — let’s flow between nostalgia and renewal, exploring what it means to meet again after being lost in time. Like raindrops merging in quiet grace, it speaks of rediscovery, forgiveness, and the beauty of presence beyond words. #Poetry #LetUsMeetAgain #DropsOfRain #LoveAndLonging #Nostalgia #MindfulMoments #EmotionalWriting #TimelessConnection #PoeticSoul…
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The Salt Between Us: My Most Memorable Vacation
I remember the morning we left, how you fumbled with the car keys while I counted sunscreen bottles like rosary beads in my palm. The highway stretched before us, a ribbon of possibility threading through mountains that wore clouds like crowns…
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Dolce Far Niente
Sunday dissolves into its own reflection—a mirror made of honey and forgotten appointments, where minutes collect like dust motes in the cathedral of afternoon light. The clock’s face melts sideways, Salvador Dalí’s prophecy fulfilled in the space between your breath and the next breath, between intention and the sweet absence of needing to intend anything…
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Grains of Time: The Erosion of Love and Habit #BlogchatterA2Z #poetry
The clock ticks, not in seconds but in the slow erosion of stone, each moment wearing away the sharp edges of a life lived in familiarity. A steady, persistent rhythm of routine, arguments, and silences, where love lingers not with passion but with quiet endurance—a constant reminder of presence, even in absence.
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Viscous Gel & Pixelated Ghosts: A Pandemic Adaptation #poetry
The air, once a lung-filling expanse, now curdled, a viscous gel clinging to the edges of breath. Did you notice the shift? The subtle molecular rearrangement of fear? I did. My skin, a porous membrane, registered the change first. A prickling unease, like phantom static from a disconnected world.” (Alternatively, a more fragmented excerpt): “Screen…
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A Chorus of Mirrors #poetry
When everything is the same, no one stands out. When no one stands out, who do you become?
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A Season That Forgot Its Name #poetry
One day, someone will ask again: ‘What is your favorite type of weather?’ And I will pause. And you will pause. And they will pause. Because some questions do not have answers, only echoes.
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Ink’s Whispered Cartography #poetry
I trace the needle’s hum, / a vibration stitched into yesterday’s skin— / you, standing there, will ask me tomorrow, / ‘What tattoo do you want?’ / and I’ll laugh, / because the ink already blooms / where the collarbone dips, / a raven with eyes like fractured clocks.
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New Neighbor, Old Ghost #WriteAPageADay #620
A moving truck, a familiar face, and a past that refuses to stay buried. When an old friend returns as a new neighbor, the echoes of childhood stir, weaving memory and reality into an unfinished story.
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