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Printed from https://www.writing.com/main/profile/blog/nordicnoir/day/1-28-2026
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Rated: 13+ · Book · Entertainment · #2199980

Thoughts destined to be washed away by the tides of life.

I've been studying my cover photo for a while now, and it seems to me that it is more than just a photo of what is there that can be seen, more than just three white rocks stacked on a beach. It contains an important question about the future, about what happens long after the photographer has gone. What will happen to our pile of stones when the tide comes in? Will it topple or has the architect built this structure at a safe distance?

I don't know what will happen to these words that I stack here on the sand. They may prove safely distant, or they may be swallowed up by a rush of self-doubt. They may be here for a season. They may lose their balance and be scattered by the shoreline, or be hidden away under shifting sands. Perhaps someday, the tides of life will reclaim them.


Or maybe that's just a bunch of poetic, romantic nonsense. After all, this is just a blog.




January 28, 2026 at 12:13pm
January 28, 2026 at 12:13pm
#1107018
I totally got lost in my portfolio and misread some prompts and mis-applied others and wrote a poem that has no prompt to attach itself to (it's too long for Express it in Eight), so I will drop it here.

To rhyme or not to rhyme
I confess, I feel unsure.
Free verse does not confine,
it doesn’t count the time
or insist on meter pure.

But will it make me lazy,
cause readers to harbor doubt?
Can poetry be this hazy,
Will you think I’m crazy,
If I simply sit this out?



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