June 14, 2010: journal entry

arqios

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: crypticbard (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • 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.
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  • Users favorite of this poem: sorenbarrett, Cheeky Missy, Damaso
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  • David Wakeling

    A very poetic morning indeed. Quite a beautiful start to the day. great poem. Well done

    • arqios

      yay! first comment 🤩 glad you liked amigo🕊️🙏🏻

    • sorenbarrett

      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

      • arqios

        Thanks Soren. Yes, overlapping and passing and bumping and being generally like life itself. 🕊️🙏🏻

      • arqios

        Thanks for the Fave @sorenbarrett

      • Poetic Licence

        A Lovely write and it sounded like a beautiful day, enjoyed the read

        • arqios

          Thank you PL/TN, most appreciated 🙏🏻🕊️

          • Poetic Licence

            You are very welcome

          • Cheeky Missy

            Fascinating and prettily rendered with gorgeous imagery and a delicate, haunting poignancy akin to dewdrops. Thank you for sharing.

            • arqios

              Dewdrops in dappling sunlight no less! 👒🕊️🙏🏻

            • arqios

              Thanks for the Fave @Cheeky Missy

              • 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.

                • arqios

                  That’s such a practical method pre-internet! I rarely had the gumption to even approach although I’ve been known to ask for an autograph or two, lol🙏🏻🕊️

                • Damaso

                  wow, I stayed speechless, thank you for sharing it! Greetings!

                  • arqios

                    Thanks Damaso, 🙏🏻🕊️

                  • MendedFences27

                    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.

                    • arqios

                      So true, Phil; sometimes it just flows.
                      Rik🙏🏻🕊️

                      • arqios

                        So true, Phil; sometimes it just flows.
                        Rik🙏🏻🕊️

                      • Goldfinch60

                        Poems come from many places arqios.

                        Andy

                        • arqios

                          Thanks Andy 🕊🙏🏻

                        • Mottakeenur Rehman

                          Your words weave quiet magic—ordinary moments brim with grace. The kettle’s hiss, the unanswered question, all hum with sacred light.

                          • arqios

                            Humbly appreciated dear friend 🕊🙏🏻



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