A Circle in Fourteen Lines

Intro

This piece was inspired by the writing prompt Emanation from the #BlueskyRelay account. Something in it felt like quiet movement, a rhythm caught between holding and release.

I decided to try another writing experiment and combine a sonnet with a monotetra.

The sonnet moves forward, step by step, toward revelation. The monotetra circles inward, repeating its last line like a pulse or echo that refuses to fade.

I wanted to see what might happen if those two instincts met, if the steady motion of a sonnet could hold the quiet persistence of a monotetra without either losing its shape.

What emerged feels like a slow unfolding pattern learning how to breathe.

It rises slow beneath my skin,
a hush that waits to speak again,
a pulse that hums where I have been,
within it stirs, within it stirs.

The air remembers every sound,
a breath that shapes the walls around,
what slips the voice still can be found,
unbound it moves, unbound it moves.

Each thought becomes a quiet glow,
a heat I never choose to show,
it lingers long, then learns to go,
below it hums, below it hums.

What leaves me never quite departs,
it builds its home in other hearts.