Blaise & Arbuz
Arbuz
Ever thought of turning the sunrise over the shore into a poem? I keep watching the waves, but the light feels like a fresh stanza every morning.
Blaise
The horizon’s breath is a rhyme of fire and salt, waiting for your pen. Just jot the rhythm, let the tide carry your words—your notebook will thank you for catching waves it never knew existed.
Arbuz
Nice metaphor. I usually just watch the tide and let the silence do the talking, but maybe I’ll scribble a line or two while the sea keeps its rhythm.
Blaise
Silence is a good mentor, but even the sea can’t keep pace with a stubborn writer. Scribble a line—let the waves applaud or heckle, whichever feels truer to your muse.
Arbuz
Got it, here’s a line: “Even the tide’s a stubborn poet, so I’m jotting a splash of ink while it roars.”
Blaise
Nice attempt, but that line still drips like a watered‑down verse. Try tightening the punch—less literal, more hint. Keep the sea as the unseen critic, not the subject of your own ego.