Some mornings begin in silence, before memory fully wakes, and the hush before daylight becomes a bridge between darkness and light
And, For Sadje’s #Whatdoyousee #331 – 9 March 2026 – My ‘Poem’ closely represented Sadje’s first Image.
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Where It All Began
It was only six-twenty.
I could not remember
how my bowl became empty.
What is this strange condition?
Then I shifted the position
of my inner opposition
by refining the leftover light
from within the dark of night –
when silence suspends time –
into the musical sounds of rhyme.
Am I too late to catch the worm,
or beyond time’s sonic boom?
Is there still more to learn?
Ivor Steven © March 2026
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