Inventory of a Quiet Day
I wake to a pale strip of lightfolded between the curtains,not sunrise exactly,more like the day clearing its throat.The room is cold in the cornersand...
As a poet, I explore the depths of human emotion through words. This blog is my space to share verses, reflections, and the beauty I find in everyday moments.
I wake to a pale strip of lightfolded between the curtains,not sunrise exactly,more like the day clearing its throat.The room is cold in the cornersand...
I can tell where I am by how the rain behaves.Here it comes sideways, impatient,as if late for something it will not name. The shopfronts...
The first draft is a door left ajar,a hallway full of borrowed shoes. Nothing matches. Everything belongsto someone I used to be. I write a...
The call ends and the room stays loud.Not with sound, with meaning. I fold the same towel twice,then unfold it, then fold it again,as if...
eaves gather at the curb like tired lettersthat never reached their names.The timetable flaps, offended by wind,and the road shines with yesterday. A stranger coughs...
The kitchen light hums like a small promiseabove the sink, above the day that slipped.A cup waits, half rinsed, half remembered,its rim a pale moon...
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