This day is not a milestone,
but a turning of the page —
ink still wet from yesterday’s breath,
the paper warm with tomorrow’s light.
Between the lines,
the dust of old roads settles;
each grain a witness to feet that have wandered
yet never strayed from the Story.
The margins hold the laughter of companions,
the salt of tears unmeasured;
in the binding,
the quiet weight of promises kept through the night.
So we walk on —
not counting the days,
but letting them count us,
bead by bead on the cord of Eternity.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Some works don’t announce themselves with plot or twist; they invite you to stand still and listen. This new piece walks the long road between yesterday’s breath and tomorrow’s promise, holding the weight of shared histories and the quiet hum of the present moment.
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Comments7
It’s less about counting days than letting days leave their mark, bead by bead, along a cord you can almost feel in your hand. Think of it as a window into a living conversation, one that began long before us and will keep going long after, rendered in language that feels both weathered and luminous.
Beautifully written, Rik. You’ve captured the grace of walking through time without counting, yet being counted...woven into the Story itself. Profound work, my dear friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you, Tristan🕊️🙏🏻
Wow, excellent writing. I loved it. The flow is incredible, it's like floating over the text. Thank you so much for sharing. Best regards, and I hope you enjoy your day. Congratulations!
You too, Damaso. Thank you so much 🕊️🙏🏻
Cryptic the whole poem speaks to me with great lines but the first stanza stands out particularly. The poem seems a verbal rosary Loved it and a fave
Thanks Soren, happy this worked out🕊️🙏🏻
You are most welcome Cryptic
Absolutely love this. Great imagery and took so much from this poem. Nicely done.
Thanks Tom, really good to see you around 🕊️🙏🏻
Thanks a lot, mate. It's nice to be back.
Welcome back! Yay 🥳
Help! We're thousands of days old, if we sat down and worked out how many days old we are. Only take just under 3 years for 1,000 days!
Fine Words. Enjoyed.
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