Stillness echoes, peace adored in its tranquillity.
Inarticulate calm, a much-needing blessing.
Little moments of quiet, sought after for survival's sake.
Extinguished thought relishes in its abandonment.
Nourishing quietude caresses my soul.
Composed quiescence in soothing serenity.
Epiphany nears as silence reigns.
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Sian N. Clutton
A horror and thriller writer at heart, who's recently decided to take a stab at other genres.
I sincerly hope you find something that either touches your soul or scares your socks off.
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Comments (7)
This is excellent!
Some very expertly handled word choice in this that gave it such a great flow! Nice work!
Oooo, quiescence, I especially loved that. This was a wonderful poem!
Marvelous gratitude poem!!!💕❤️❤️
This one is calming and powerful Great entry!
The last line is like a crown ☺ 👑
oh, really like this one Sian. Felt calming. That final line is especially beautiful.