I Don’t Write Poetry (Except Apparently, I Do)

a meditation on remembering what moves us

I’ve been allowing myself to try new things.
My last Wednesday post was a personal story.

This week, I’m experimenting with poetry?!
Something I never thought I’d do,
but here I am, surprising myself once again.

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A Sound Beneath Thought

It rises with an exhale
when I let the song take me.

Melody close to the bones,
a rhythm pulsing behind thought.

The river moves the way it must—
curving, shimmering, gathering light where it bends.

It carries every version of me
and keeps on singing.

Stillness in the pulse,
a quiet holding its own fullness.

Flow remembers itself,
the current within the current,
the grace that moves through all.

I don’t reach for it.
It meets me where I am—

soft as morning water,
awake as dawn,
enough as I am.

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I didn’t plan this poem.
It arrived in its own way, asking me to listen.

Writing this reminded me what The Flow really is—

a place to stay curious,
and let life stretch and surprise,
to listen for what wants to arrive.

I’m still learning to follow what wants to move through.
Maybe we all are.

I doubt I’ll be moving into the poetry genre anytime soon,
but it felt good to try something new.

Kindest,

Shannon

What’s been moving through you lately?
How can you give something new a try?

I’d love to know— hit reply or leave it in the comments.
I read every one.