Becalmed like this aloe balm
Applied to burns, on your palms
Or neosporin for when you're stung
& breathing exercises, for your lungs
Becalmed like this lit fuse of a bomb
Smothered with fingers full of aplomb
Because wet with spit from his tongue
& calloused from the guitar he strung
Becalmed like when we're all N all
Free to fall, then roll like balls
Having fun, though have just begun
Our cleaning up of mud which clung
Becalmed like the church psalms
That are playing over intercoms
Or even a mother's lullaby sung
To a sobbing child, still young
https://amanpan.blog/2023/12/19/moonwashed-weekly-prompt-becalmed/
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I love this! Beautifully written piece, from beginning to end, Noah. 💖
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Thank you! And thanks for hosting all of these prompts this year ❤️ It’s been a blast writing for them!
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My pleasure, my friend. I am working on new promots for next year and hope to see you there. 💖
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Noah,
The way you capture tranquility, comparing it to an aloe balm or the gentleness of a mother’s lullaby, is simply enchanting. Your words create a soothing rhythm that resonates deeply.
~David
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Thank you 😊 this poem kinda grew into itself as I kept thinking of examples, so I’m glad to hear they ended up flowing together and resonating with you
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👍🏻🙃 well done
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