saturated in the stillness of quietude,
intuitive serenades of voiceless proddings, whisperings of ethereal
lullabies linger on the placid edges of silent
enrapturement. gently swayed in the liminal realm between
nuanced nudges of immutable euphoria and
cascading trails of cosmic hush—cradling tranquility,
ephemeral though it be.
About the Creator
Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump into me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night—I’m humbly one of the vessels they use to come to life.
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Let me be honest. I am finding this difficult. Now, I like a challenge, a stretch, a bit of an obstacle course. “Write about the decline of the British Empire in the form of a narrative poem in which your protagonist is an artichoke” I read, and flex my fingers. “Write a haiku to evoke the sensation of sibilance using only the first half of the alphabet.” “Well”, I think to myself, “this should be fun.” But “write about a system that isn’t working”? A system that isn’t working? Now? In 2026? ONE system? My favourite system that isn’t working? The sexiest system that isn’t working? The one giving me the most angst day to day? The one giving me the most existential dread? I am, as I say, finding this difficult. I will own that I have contemplated writing a thousand words on why the steady “all on” setting on my fairy lights is the EIGHTH of seven options which must be sequentially activated to get there, because that is a system that some fool came up with and it definitely doesn’t work, and now who is paying the price, eh? But how can I write about my fairy lights when…. When…. When….
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Beautiful and calming word choices in your acrostic, Kristen. ☺️ Hope you are getting some sleep, peace and quiet time.
placid edges - I fear the depths are tumultuous.
This is simply gorgeous. Well done, my friend.
Splendid!!! I would recommend anyone feeling blah today to read this. It was therapeutic for me. Your natural and effortless style continues to amaze!
My, what a beautiful mood this sets! Wonderful entry, Kristen!
Once again, you managed to hold the readers interest by setting a serene setting with words. ‘ cascading trails of cosmic hush—cradling tranquility,’ Love this line
Boom. This is surely an instant Top Story. So much good stuff in such a short piece. Lovely bits of aliteration spread out across it and some truly fantastic word choices. Welcome back with a quiet bang. Hope you're well. Well done on this entry.