Not every new year arrives with fireworks.
Some arrive softly—wrapped in moonlight,
asking us to listen, to open, to try again.
This is one of those beginnings.
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Not every new year arrives with fireworks.
Some arrive softly—wrapped in moonlight,
asking us to listen, to open, to try again.
This is one of those beginnings.
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— a seasonal meditation
We dressed a tree in light
so winter wouldn’t forget us.
Somewhere between the branches,
memory learned how to glow.
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— a seasonal meditation
We dressed a tree in light
so winter wouldn’t forget us.
Somewhere between the branches,
memory learned how to glow.
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Sometimes all it takes is hot #cocoa and a drifting #marshmallow
to remind us:
sweetness doesn’t shout—
it lingers.
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Sometimes all it takes is hot #cocoa and a drifting #marshmallow
to remind us:
sweetness doesn’t shout—
it lingers.
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Snow drifted down tonight with the quiet comfort of something—
or someone—remembering me from somewhere I can’t reach
Funny how the cold sometimes brings the softest truths.
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Snow drifted down tonight with the quiet comfort of something—
or someone—remembering me from somewhere I can’t reach
Funny how the cold sometimes brings the softest truths.
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I didn’t release the memory.
I released the weight of carrying it.
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I didn’t release the memory.
I released the weight of carrying it.
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Some stories don’t close,
they simply move inward —
becoming memory, pulse, atmosphere.
No endings, no beginning again.
Just the quiet pull of what was real.
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Some stories don’t close,
they simply move inward —
becoming memory, pulse, atmosphere.
No endings, no beginning again.
Just the quiet pull of what was real.
#poetiqueverse #poetrycommunity #pictureprompt