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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  • 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🕊️🙏🏻



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