Crafting Prose Poetry

 **Whispers Between the Shadows**

Beneath the veils of twilight,  

Where the sun surrenders its reign,  

The world hums a quieter tune,  

A symphony of shadows and sighs.  

The trees, once bold in daylight,  

Now bow their heads,  

Their branches tracing secrets  

Upon the canvas of the night.  

A lone star blinks, hesitant yet brave,  

Its light trembling across the heavens,  

Like a whisper meant for no one,  

Yet heard by all who look.  

The wind carries stories untold,  

Weaving through alleys and open fields,  

A language ancient as the earth itself,  

Soft as the breath of a sleeping child.  

Here, in this hour between yesterday and tomorrow,  

Time loosens its grip.  

Memories rise like mist from the ground,  

Fading at the edges yet vivid at their core.  

The heart beats slower, steadier,  

As if attuned to the rhythm of the dark.  

And in this stillness,  

Where shadows stretch long and deep,  

I find myself.  

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**The Craft Behind the Verse**

This poem was born in the quiet hours of reflection, where inspiration often lingers unnoticed. Its imagery was shaped by observing the subtle interplay of light and darkness during dusk. Each line was carefully constructed to evoke a sensory experience—sight, sound, and touch—drawing from moments of stillness and introspection. The metaphor of shadows became a vessel to explore themes of transition and self-discovery. By blending free verse with poetic devices like personification and alliteration, I sought to create a piece that feels both intimate and universal. The process was as much about listening to the silence as it was about writing—letting the whispers of creativity guide the pen.

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