Each moment must die before the next is born
a new wave crashes on the shore
carrying messages from the deep
sealed in the lost memories of recycled souls
Empty eyes with feet embedded in the sand
watch as the tide pulls way out
A trance settles over the next to go
walking slowly to pick up the broken shards
heads down, backs bent, close now
to fitting the last piece of the puzzle into place
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I used the Read Aloud tool on Word for the first time today, and I can’t get over how helpful it is. Hearing what I wrote read back to me helps so much to figure out where the pacing is weird, or where a word just sounds off for some reason. Even if the voices are a bit on the robotic side.
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11 responses to “Recycled Souls”
I love the word’s read out loud tool. It helps me with dialogue when I am writing friction. Give https://www.naturalreaders.com/online/ a try. They have more natural voices. some are free and some you have to pay for.
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Oh wow, great tip! Thanks so much for the link.
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Poetry takes on so many new meanings when heard. It’s easy to forget that poems are so much like songs.
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Oh, what visuals these words bring to the mind. Beautiful!
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Thank you (:
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wow… this is amazing!
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Thank you very much (:
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Greatly enjoyed the intriguing poem. Well done.
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Thank you Frank!
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“Each moment must die before the next is born” Great opening line! Love it
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Thanks so much! (: cheers
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