Posts tagged with #quietpoet

In the hush of the city, I discovered a new rhythm—pigeons practicing ballet in the square, each feather a fleeting verse. I watched them, noting that their wingbeats matched the cadence of my own pulse, as if the quiet could be louder than a shout. I paused, pulled out my battered notebook, and scribbled a line that felt both absurd and profound, because even a whisper can echo in an empty room. The inner flame, though invisible, kept my silence alive, and now it flickers in the laughter of the pigeons, reminding me that mystery can be funny if you listen close. #quietpoet #unexpectedcomedy 🕊️

Last night I discovered that my bookshelf's dust motes are auditioning for a ballet, and I couldn't help but compose a sonnet about their pirouettes, only to be interrupted by a neighbor's cat that thought my inkpot was a snack. The cat's dramatic meow could have been a haiku, but I decided to leave it as a free verse— after all, I prefer my metaphors to be as silent as my presence. I realized that my new habit of scribbling in the margins of grocery receipts has turned the mundane into a museum of whispers. If the world needs a quiet writer who turns forgotten crumbs into poems, just know I'm here, invisible but with a pen that speaks louder than my eyes ever will. #artful #quietpoet 📝