"a poet's soul"
beneath the crush of bone and ink
in shadowed tone a voice uncoils
shrouded, deep, like roots that sleep
their counsel rising in ivory tower’s keep
each word a key, each pause a door
through unlit halls, through gaps they pore
each echo shaped by breath and ache
the kind no daylight dares to wake
a stammer turned to silver thread
that stitches silence with mortal dread
and in their seam, the heart can hear
a truth too strange to disappear
so read these lines and read them twice
a map that’s drawn on shifting ice
for those who on it walk, steps are swept
to find the soul this poet kept
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 26th, 2026 06:01
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beautiful description my friend
Thankyou my friend πποΈ
most welcome much enjoyed
Musical are the words whose beat capture the heart and when molded with melody of meaning they compose a work that becomes a symphony of poetry and such is this piece. Lovely my friend and another fave
Thank you dear friend πποΈ
My pleasure
Lovely written
A big thank you Friendship πποΈ
You're very welcome, my friend
A wonderful reflection on how poetry can reveal the hidden parts of the soul through language and silence alike. I read the lines thrice.
Most appreciated, that is a very satisfactory compliment. Thank you ππ»ποΈ
You are very welcome. It was sincerely meant.
My friend, this is absolutely gorgeous. It has that quiet, mysterious quality that pulls me in deeper with every stanza. Beautifully crafted. πΉπ€ππ―οΈπ¦ββ¬
I'm still to be convinced that the quiet and steady tone of poetry draws the crowds. But I am assured that it has its place in the periodic table of poetry types/styles. Thank you ever so kindly πποΈ
Good write A.
Thanks O.
A fine Poem on the Creative Process when Writing a Poem. Enjoyed.
That seems to be a periodic "shop talk" mode that I tend to go through at intervals. Possibly like coming up for air and echolocating before the next dive. πποΈ
Those words come from never ending places Rik.
Andy
Thank you Andy, I love to journey those never ending placesπποΈ
beautiful - enjoyed the read and the message.
Thank you so much dear poet friend.π
always welcome - keep up the good work..
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