


Shared with dVerse Poetic Tuesdays – phrases
on hushed earth
a silent thread
a broken myth
rain’s soft secret
grief’s long tide
honeyed starlight
let the world spin
a different kind of wild
kiss the concrete
light-starved flowers
echoes in the throat
this fragile frame
the dusk demands
an atlas of the heart
where shadows drink
the last good hour
bone-deep cold
and time goes by
to wander off
this mortal coil
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

I love how this works out with the provided prompt and the imagery.
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Thank you 🙏
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I love all these lines. And the look of it, two lines until the end. It really gave me a good feeling reading it
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Thanks so much and for checking out my writing. Appreciated 🙏
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Shaun, great piece it reads like a sensory map of transition with a haunting quality. The ending is bold, anchoring the poem in the classics🙌
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Thanks Ange 🙏 I enjoyed the way this one came together.
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A well-phrased poem, Shaun, quiet and gentle, throughout. I love the idea of ‘rain’s soft secret’ and ‘grief’s long tide’, and the alliterative ‘this fragile frame’.
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Thank you Kim 🙏
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My pleasure, Shaun.
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love this.
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Thanks Imelda 🙏
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Wonderful. I like the wordplay in your title and “let the world spina different kind of wild ” is a gem!
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Thanks Jennifer 🙏
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“rain’s soft secret grief’s long tide” and it all blends together in the end. I find myself frequently asking myself if I need things that I think I need.
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Thanks Melissa 🙏 We need very little yet want very much….
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