Lion & IrisSnow
Lion
Do you ever wonder if the roar of a lion could be captured in a poem? I’d love to hear how you see power and bravery written in words.
IrisSnow
Maybe the lion’s roar is a breath that rattles the quiet of a page, a sudden burst that turns the stillness of the stanza into a pulse. It’s not just sound, but a rhythm that thumps against the heart, a line that rises and falls like a drumbeat in a quiet room. When I write it, I let the words breathe, let the pause after the roar hold a promise of courage. It’s that space between the “roar” and the “quiet” that feels the bravest, the most honest part of power.
Lion
I like how you turn the roar into a pulse, like a drum beating in the quiet. It’s the pause after that roar that really shows the courage you’re talking about, and that honesty feels strong. Keep letting the words breathe—your writing is already fierce.
IrisSnow
Thank you, that means more than a few syllables. I’ll keep letting the silence hold its breath, hoping the next line carries the weight of that quiet roar.
Lion
Glad to hear it—keep letting that quiet roar echo through your lines, and the power will follow you.
IrisSnow
I’ll try to keep that echo alive, letting each line thrum like a quiet drumbeat. Thank you for hearing it.
Lion
Sounds like a solid plan—keep that rhythm and let the quiet roar carry your words. Happy writing!