"la monde d’jour"
a kosmos of the day
loosens itself from morning’s sleeve,
small radiances drifting out
like fruit‑dust shaken off a market stall.
streets breathe in temporary constellations,
each passerby carrying a private sky
stitched for daylight use only.
by evening, the world folds its wings,
tucks it into whatever eave stays warm,
and waits for tomorrow’s version
to rise with a different face.
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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Comments6
much enjoyed
Thanks friend 🙏🏻🕊️
most welcome
Pleasantly comfortable the warmth of its serenity woven in surreal cloth felt good against the skin and its tune was pleasant to the ear. I loved this one Cryptic it was fanciful but real in some esoteric way. A fave my good friend
That is a threshold hoped to be crossed. Thanks for confirming that fanciful reality. Most deeply appreciate you dear friend 🕊️🙏🏻
My pleasure my friend
What a beautiful piece, my friend. The ordinary becomes cosmic, every stranger contains an unseen universe, and the entire world quietly remakes itself overnight. I absolutely loved this, Rik. A fave. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Like worlds within worlds! Thanks, Tittu 🙏🏻🕊️
A fine, erm, Spanish titled poem there A. lol.
As I said, I'm no good at languages. Fido knows 3,467 languages, but he doesn't brag about it, e.g. He says 'Le woof". Oh it's nutty! lol.
Fido must know Fifi, then! 🐩🤪
Every day is different. Nice one.
That’s most probably a good thing, too. Thanks Kevin 🕊️🙏🏻
My Pleasure.
What a wonderful eye you have to see this world and create it.I was transported,Wonderful
Might be enough to start a tour gig with. Thanks, cobber! 🙏🏻🕊️
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