spinning teacups toppled
half-burned incense drifting
forge broken bells that wobble
in untidy patterns
cracked crockery whispers
of yesterday’s feasts
where ribbons unraveled
and prayers slipped between cracks
a waltz of splintered vows
broken clocks counting backwards
as dust gathers in corners
of unfinished observances
swirl of loose ribbons
and forgotten lullabies
every step a stumble—
unkempt traditions dance on
in the messy metamorphosis
of what we leave behind
half-heard blessings
and observances undone
may these ragged echoes
spin through our bones
until we stitch them whole
or let them frail and flutter away
.
Ready to tumble into a dance
Ready to tumble into a dance of toppled teacups and drifting incense?
“Unkempt Traditions” spins out the beauty in half-finished customs—
cracked crockery whispering yesterday’s feasts.
It’s a playful ode to the rituals we quit before they truly begin.
Take the floor, give it a twirl—and tell me, which abandoned tradition
in your life still echoes with its own messy charm?
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