Beyond the paragraphs and stanzas
Where stories start being told
Round campfires, on verandahs
Ideas – like origami – unfold
Within each sentence, there emerges
Lines flowing skywards from the soul
Where sunshine and saccharine diverges
To tally what the parts withhold
Under the phrase, where the weight lightens
Adjectives get detached from their nouns
Order is loosened; or disorder tightens
Dissected from their objects’ surrounds
Inside each word that’s to be announced
Where every breath becomes considered
Accents distort how it’s all pronounced
Not always intended as delivered
Beneath every syllable assessed
Meaning flickers in recognition
Beyond one thing that’s being expressed
The mastery of imprecision
Below the phoneme, perhaps that’s where to start
Where the true heart of the story lies
Put back together after being pulled apart
Ambivalence is where the author dies
Shared with W3 #205 – Beneath The Surface
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

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I absolutely love this, Shaun! Beautiful!
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
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Thanks so much Yvette 🙏
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i’m in the future! (and i like it) :))
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I’ll actually move this poem further into the future as I will soon replace this entry with a GloPoWriMo poem….
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You had me at ‘Ideas – like origami – unfold’. I applaud your ars narratio. And I love the form. Great writing, Shaun.
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Thanks Marion 🙏
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I had to read it a few times. I just loved it.
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Thanks Heather 🙏 Glad you enjoyed it 😁
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I loved reading this, the thought processes I wanted to unravel and explore – I really liked ‘Accents distort how it’s all pronouncedNot always intended as delivered‘
Once we press that publish button…. it’s in the voice of the reader…. 💞
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Thanks Suzanne 🙏 This one came together while there was a whirlwind of chaos going on around me and while it was difficult to focus, somehow the poem seemed to benefit from distraction. Usually, I prefer to write somewhere quiet and without interruption but I’m wondering about this now!
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It’s like everything isn’t it Shaun, sometimes distractions are useful and work to our benefit .. 😊
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Great poem Shaun capturing the paradox of creative work – we spend so much time building these structures only for the real magic to happen in the ‘imprecision’ of the delivery 🙌
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Thanks Ange 🙏
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