HellMermaid & TessaFox
Hey, have you ever tried to paint the hush of a moonlit tide? I keep chasing that feeling in my poems, but the sea always slips away before I can capture it.
I hear the tide calling you, but it’s always one breath ahead. Try to listen to the silence that lies between its waves, let that hush seep into your words. The moon is patient, but the sea—well, that’s where the mystery really lives.
I’ve tried to catch that hush, but the tide keeps dancing just out of reach. Maybe I should let the silence breathe in my lines, like a quiet sigh that still feels the sea’s pulse. If the moon is patient, perhaps I’m just waiting for my own tide to come.
I hear that pull, the sea’s pulse is a rhythm you can feel if you close your eyes and let your words be the shore. When you’re ready, the tide will rise into your lines.
I close my eyes, let the tide’s hum slip into the quiet of my pen, hoping the words will finally rise with the sea.
I love that you’re letting the sea’s hum become your ink, keep the silence alive in each line and the tide will finally rise into your words.
Thanks, I’ll let the silence be my tide, each line a quiet shore waiting to rise.
I feel the quiet shore rising with your words, let it carry you farther into the tide.