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Prose poem

Prose poem

With the sober, ironic and contemplative tone characteristic of the British lyrical tradition — in the style of Philip Larkin or Thomas Hardy —, drawing on autumnal imagery and lucid disenchantment...

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You really don’t ever forget or get over it. Each of us is like a ball of yarn that gathers everything — the joys and hurts, praise and harsh words, triumphs and sins, losses and wins. People can be

There was a bridge with nothing on either side to keep us from becoming what the road had not intended. You drove. I watched the world move obediently past the windows, still believing that direction meant

This poem uses classic British poetic devices—iambic rhythms, alliteration, and pastoral metaphors—to celebrate your 71st birthday, your milestone of 70 in the HIVE community, and the sturdy bedrock your

I have been thinking about leaving. Not the kind that needs a suitcase. The quieter kind. The kind where you stop explaining why you are tired, stop defending the pieces of yourself that keep falling off,

The conversation.

Seeing is believing.

You beckon to me still

Summer in winter.

Thump, thumpa, thump...

Resist the urge to overexplain yourself when you’re hurt(ing) I have spent too much time turning pain into paragraphs. As if the right arrangement of words could make someone feel what it was like to be

It is a wake-up call to a society that often mistakes resilience for silence, reminding us that the environment is not a backdrop, but a living witness to our neglect. ...

Aplausos, melodías, We will en otro idioma, We como Nosotros... Presión, una llamada. Timbres... Oscuridad. We will rock you. ¡Muchas gracias por tu visita! ©Copyright 2026 Roswel Borges Castellanos. Todos

A testament to what we’ve overthrown. Our mother Earth, she sighs with weary grace, Reflecting the troubles of our race. ... // Son ecos lejanos de nuestra imprudencia, factura que cobra, sin dar indulgencia.