Date: 5th of August, 2025

Location: Madeira, Portugal

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Poem:

I desperately tried to write poetically, 

Something, anything.

Observing my words,

It was apparent poetry had left me

With ease, 

And no need for it to be extracted achingly.
I listened to the echoes of the ocean in rockwalls,

Mumbling two words of Portuguese to

A leathered man on cobbled stone

Surrounded by zucchini flowers

And fresh figs, whitened with stretch marks.

All day I wished for the sun to stay longer

And in those wishes

I found poetry.

It didn’t need to be written,

Simply it was lived.