#kesnerfrederickpoet - Hello Poetry

A tide‑glass hour ends before the sand, but the sea keeps counting. A ring compass points north yet circles my finger like a vow. Even broken, a lantern shard keeps a fragment of the night inside. North waits for no tide; it circles in gold. A vow can light the way, even in shards. The night ends before the sand, and the sea continues counting. .

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Sep 20, 2025

Sep 20, 2025 at 8:40 AM UTC

renseksderf

a vow's meridian

A tide‑glass hour ends before the sand, but the sea keeps counting. A ring compass points north yet circles my finger like a vow. Even broken, a lantern shard keeps a fragment of the night inside. North waits for no tide; it circles in gold. A vow can light the way, even in shards. The night ends before the sand, and the sea continues counting. .

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cold in my chest where charcuterie burned pages of lifelines now crackle and moan prayers for a future never returned and silence within, the loudest I’ve known

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Aug 19, 2025

Aug 19, 2025 at 12:09 AM UTC

renseksderf

loud silence

cold in my chest where charcuterie burned pages of lifelines now crackle and moan prayers for a future never returned and silence within, the loudest I’ve known

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"Week in a Wink" Mon rocked up in trackies, Tim Tams for tea, By Tues the kookas were laughin’ at me. Wens the streets glistened, still damp underfoot, but hope wore her sandals and kicked off the soot. Fri slid past quiet, Sat hit with a thud, Sun blazed in gold and lit up the mud. .

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Aug 15, 2025

Aug 15, 2025 at 11:12 PM UTC

renseksderf

week in a wink

"Week in a Wink" Mon rocked up in trackies, Tim Tams for tea, By Tues the kookas were laughin’ at me. Wens the streets glistened, still damp underfoot, but hope wore her sandals and kicked off the soot. Fri slid past quiet, Sat hit with a thud, Sun blazed in gold and lit up the mud. .

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