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"new rhythms"
"New Rhythms"
In the steady glow of the laptop
we swap plate sizzle for microwave drone,
a single-serve pour-over in a ceramic mug
replacing Mum’s chipped china
as we scroll through group chats at seven.
By dusk we binge episodes
on battered couches unmoored by gum trees,
together yet apart in our separate corners,
a pizza box on the coffee table
where once the esky kept its promise.
Morning now arrives with a run
along the river’s serene edge—
no tins of tea to set the pace,
just the steady beat of trainers on tar
and the soft ping of incoming emails.
Still, I catch the ghost of that arvo warmth,
a faint hiss of charcoal on the wind,
the sticky smear of Vegemite toast
lingering in my dreams— proof
that innocence, once lost, never fades entirely.
Author's Notes/Comments:
In sunburnt suburbs, evenings once drew us onto the back verandah—coals glowing under gum trees, cicadas droning, Mum’s Vegemite toast cooling in chipped china, and the old Holden gleaming on the drive. As life sped up, those moments slipped away, leaving quiet spaces where laughter and ritual once lived. I’ve captured that gentle fading in verse—what family tradition have you quietly let slip, and how does its absence still resonate for you?
You describe the way we live
You describe the way we live very well. For all of our online connections. we severely lack the connections with our family traditions and historic heritages. I have been blessed to begin recovering the most important one of mine, but I can never recover the time I robbed from it to waste on lesser and smaller "disconnections."
Coerulescens
Thank you for sharing this,
Thank you for sharing this, StarSpared. It really resonates that in chasing endless online connections we can lose touch with the rituals and stories that ground us and it’s encouraging to hear of your having reclaimed yours now. While we can’t get back those “disconnections,” every small step we take to revive that heritage is a meaningful act of restoration. I’d love to hear more about what traditions you’re rediscovering and how they’re reshaping your daily rhythm.
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I have been privileged to
Coerulescens
What happens after traditions
What happens after traditions fall by the wayside, they may be unkept but sublimate into "new rhythms."
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
galateus, arkayye, arqios,arquious, crypticbard, excalibard, wordweaver