Soft Recall
We don’t always know which moments will stay.
Just a hillside, the dark folded gently over the day, and sleep leaning in without asking.
The grass didn’t mind the weight.
The sky didn’t rush to be seen.
Even the wind slowed down,
as if it, too, had nowhere else to be.
It felt like nothing special.
No words worth saving,
no gesture too grand.
Only the stillness, and something warm in not needing to understand it.
Funny, what memory chooses to keep.
Even now, it arrives with no reason.. just the night, and how perfect it was.
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El Bzaz
I write poetry in my spare time, usually when something clicks or catches my attention. Just whatever feels worth putting into words.
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Blends personal memory moment with philosophical meditation on stillness and presence.
Meditative pacing; sparse ideas per line, favoring contemplation over density.
Warmly nostalgic, peaceful, affirming the value of unspectacular moments.
Quiet, hushed voice; emphasis on slowness, stillness, and gentle accumulation.
Approximately 12 lines; falls in 7-15 range.
Rich personification and metaphor; restraint prevents maximalism but ornament present.
Pure lyric internal reflection on a personal memory; no narrative or dramatic distance.
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