Morning poetry

They breathe, they speak

Hand writing poetry

Open your mouth

to speak words written in silence.

Silent words don’t speak.


Mythological beings of old

start to breathe

on mountainsides

in what’s of left of the woods.


They screamed but nobody

would listen.

So they learned to speak

in other ways.


That vibration under your skin.

That urge to change.

That inner longing for meaning.
Morning poetry ritual

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Veronica is the founder of With one foot in the past and one in the future she takes inspiration from older aesthetics and ideas to apply them in updated form today. She is passionate about teaching timeless skills and believes that the world needs more polymaths.

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