Drops of Silence
A drop clings softly to the thread,
Red branch, thin as whispered words,
Caught in the stillness of a breath,
Poised between sky and earth.
In that fragile bead of dew,
A world reflects in quiet hues,
Where time folds inward on itself,
And nature’s pulse slows, subdued.
Poetic in its delicate hold,
It speaks in silence, calm and cold,
Of moments lost, of lives unseen,
Suspended in the space between.
I find myself within that sphere,
An introspective traveler here,
Where thoughts and worlds both intertwine,
In stillness, seeking the divine.
Here’s another poem inspired by the image of water droplets on a plant stem, with the prompt word “Poetic”:
Poetic Drops
In the morning’s gentle light,
A stem adorned with droplets bright,
Each one a tiny world, complete,
Reflecting nature’s quiet feat.
Poetic whispers in the dew,
A symphony of red and blue,
Where water clings in soft embrace,
And time slows down to match its pace.
The droplets dance on slender thread,
A silent song, no words are said,
Yet in their stillness, life is found,
In every drop, a world unbound.
So let us pause and take a breath,
In moments small, we find our depth,
For in the simple, quiet scene,
Lies beauty pure and so serene. 😊
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