just a single word

 

 

We’ve watched the tide turn,
not with the grace of moon‑drawn water,
but in a churn of noise that drowns the shoreline.

Once, the air here was salt‑bright with exchange;
now it’s thick with echoes of the same refrain.

We keep to the edges,
guarding the memory of what it felt like
when a single, well‑placed word
could still command the room.

 

 

 

 

 

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  A meditation on the erosion

 

A meditation on the erosion of meaningful discourse, Just a Single Word moves from the shifting tides of a once‑vibrant exchange to the guarded quiet of those who remember its power. Through coastal imagery and the weight of repetition, it captures the ache of watching language lose its command and the quiet defiance of holding onto its memory.


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