Room-Tone Poetry
From the quiet of a story
to the pages where I write,
in a world of endless signals
I found silence in the night.
Set a footprint made of paper
in a digital parade,
chasing time inside a moment,
finding meaning in its shade.
Fifteen years of words unfolding,
lightning sparks I tried to hold.
Soft and steady, room-tone whispers—
that’s the way my truth gets told.
I write in room-tone poetry,
my heartbeat speaking metaphor.
Finding softness in the hardness,
telling truths I can’t ignore.
Coffee thoughts and modern heartache,
weight of this uncertain age—
I stay quiet, but I’m honest,
letting stillness leave the cage.
Got my teachers in the shadows—
Goethe, Schiller, Rilke’s voice.
Every echo in my verses
reminds me writing is a choice.
A blue pause between the daylight,
between darkness and the dawn.
Just a breath to keep me grounded,
just a moment to hold on.
Every line a quiet protest
against all the noise we chase.
Literature ain’t luxury—
it’s the heartbeat of this place.
I write in room-tone poetry,
my heartbeat speaking metaphor.
Finding softness in the hardness,
telling truths I can’t ignore.
Coffee thoughts and modern heartache,
weight of this uncertain age—
I stay quiet, but I’m honest,
letting stillness leave the cage.
Walkin’ slow through distant gardens,
talkin’ life beneath the trees.
Every spoken word expanding
what the written couldn’t reach.
Flaschenpost of aching questions
drifts right back along the shore—
every line becomes a compass,
every silence means much more.
I write in room-tone poetry,
where the unsaid starts to bloom.
Between doubting and believing
there’s a voice inside the gloom.
And the noise of all our present time
can’t drown out what still remains—
human longing for connection,
for a truth that speaks our name.
Blue pauses keep me moving,
every page another step.
The reading day comes once a year—
but this heartbeat never rests.
S.
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