Her laughter in the kitchen sounded like
it had learnt the language of eucalyptus.
Then, Miss Kay asked why clouds don’t fall.
I said something about warmth and altitude,
but thought of grace instead.
This morning I read from Ecclesiastes,
then wrote half a stanza about shadows falling inward.
The kettle hissed, I answered.
Not the poem— but the Day.
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Author:
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- Published: July 1st, 2025 04:07
- Comment from author about the poem: Sometimes poetry gets wrapped around the daily movements in our lives.... well, perhaps more than sometimes.
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 37
- Users favorite of this poem: sorenbarrett, Cheeky Missy, Damaso
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A very poetic morning indeed. Quite a beautiful start to the day. great poem. Well done
yay! first comment π€© glad you liked amigoποΈππ»
Thoughts run, bump into and sometimes pass over each other and in this weave of a tapestry a poem emerges. This poem carries a lovely texture and feel and a fave
Thanks Soren. Yes, overlapping and passing and bumping and being generally like life itself. ποΈππ»
Thanks for the Fave @sorenbarrett
A Lovely write and it sounded like a beautiful day, enjoyed the read
Thank you PL/TN, most appreciated ππ»ποΈ
You are very welcome
Fascinating and prettily rendered with gorgeous imagery and a delicate, haunting poignancy akin to dewdrops. Thank you for sharing.
Dewdrops in dappling sunlight no less! πποΈππ»
Thanks for the Fave @Cheeky Missy
But of course, my pleasure. If only you knew me face to face several years ago...in our local poetry gathering monthly, I requested a copy of each poet and poetess' poem to save and reread, my own copies. That is the main reason I favorite so much daily onsite.
Thatβs such a practical method pre-internet! I rarely had the gumption to even approach although Iβve been known to ask for an autograph or two, lolππ»ποΈ
wow, I stayed speechless, thank you for sharing it! Greetings!
Thanks Damaso, ππ»ποΈ
Wow, If we could live in our poetry worlds, the world would be a beautiful place. A great poem, It seemed casual, but structured. Unessential and yet poignant.
Whimsical. yet formalized. Part humor, part morality, part wonderment, also down to earth and forthright. I'm sure not all these things were planned but sometimes our pens just take over and there it is. Beautiful poem. - Phil A.
So true, Phil; sometimes it just flows.
Rikππ»ποΈ
So true, Phil; sometimes it just flows.
Rikππ»ποΈ
Poems come from many places arqios.
Andy
Thanks Andy πππ»
Your words weave quiet magicβordinary moments brim with grace. The kettleβs hiss, the unanswered question, all hum with sacred light.
Humbly appreciated dear friend πππ»
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