I love knowing things.
The secret smile of a stranger,
the corner heavy with dust and rain,
the velvet hush of midnight,
the sky restless with wings,
the silence that hums between heartbeats,
the crowd trembling like an ocean.
But what if I touch them all?
What if every shadow is named,
every riddle unknotted,
every silence explained?
Will wonder scatter like birds at dawn?
Will silence collapse into grief?
Or will I find that mystery
was the only thing
that kept me alive?
~Cloie
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Cloie (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Curiosity isn’t just about grand mysteries, but even the tiniest unnoticed corners of life. The thrill of the unknown can sometimes vanish once it’s illuminated. [A very random thought]
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Like a magic trick the knowing of how it works takes the wonder away. Curiosity is the fuel for the fire of life. To know all things would be such a boring existence. A lovely poem put so poetically. Words woven around such a philosophical, psychological idea. Lovely and a fave
Thank you so much! I truly appreciate that! 🙏🏻🌸
My pleasure
If we had nothing to be curious about there would nothing left to learn, its what makes life interesting sometimes, the not knowing, enjoyed the read
Thank you! 🙏🏻🌸
You are very welcome
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