I was working on this poem when the W3 prompt arrived to write about silence and I have somewhat jammed my poem into it, so it doesn’t quite fully meet the criteria but here it is anyway. Above, formatted as desired and below is what WordPress decides to display it like.
Some days are made for speaking, others for silence; a stride into the spotlight, a tiptoe back into the shadows.
Some moments call for stepping forward, others for stillness; a bull entering the ring, the matador focused.
…….and
Some moments call for stillness, others for stepping forward; the river doesn’t share any secrets until it finds the waterfall.
Some days are made for silence, others for speaking; the words are lost in wonder until the whisper becomes a roar.
A beautiful poem Shaun
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Thanks Sadje 🙏
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You’re welcome
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I love the days of silence
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I have grown to enjoy them too and my slight loss of hearing has made it even easier!
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Nice one Shaun!
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Thank you 🙏
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Very well said, Shaun!
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Thanks Punam 🙏
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Wonderful ebb and flow. (K)
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Thank you 🙏
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Shaun, I like how you wove silence into this—it feels natural, not forced. The river and waterfall image especially sticks with me.
~David
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Thanks David 🙏
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Great poem, Shaun!
Yvette M Calleiro :-)http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
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Cheers Yvette 🙏
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Gorgeous poem. I love the lines “the river doesn’t share any secrets / until it finds the waterfall”.
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Thanks so much 🙏
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river secrets, good stuff!
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Thank you 🙏
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