Tracing the mountains
The edges, the curves, and terrains
That’s expansive and strong
Tall but tender, remarkable and a reminder
The strength, the miracle
That is the world, that is you.
(c) Artherese, 2025
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Mountains
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Little wins
It’s not in the grand but in the littlest things
That encompass time passing and flowing
And your heart? soaring, singing, simply beating.
It’s not in the mementos but what’s captured
In the naked eyes - raw & pure awe.
The art of living - nothing’s assured
Every day a chance for courage and change.(c) Artherese, 2025
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Sweet Revenge
Revenge is leaving
No need to turn bitter
Instead, go somewhere better.
Quit with triumph, knowing
you never need to water down who you are
or settle or bend or justify.
Instead, shimmer now, and more
so in your next adventure.(c) Artherese, 2025
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Wanderlust
The magic of a place
extends for miles.
Now, I know a heart can stay
and memories can delight
and feelings, intensified
long after the fact
long after the moment
still can go back
or perhaps, still there.
(c) 2025, Artherese
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Candid Musings
Work? It’s not rainbows and butterflies, and it doesn’t need to be. For beyond it – magic. From the little walks and sound trips, the adventures and side trips you sprinkle in your day, and the people – the family and friends you make time for. Oh, love. All these fuel the happy, the hope, a life that’s lived.
(c) Artherese, 2025
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Musings by the bridge
Time flies by
And before I knew it
It has been a week, almost.
Still in awe, always.
overwhelmed, in many ways
Still here.
Grateful for the time
Enough and (longing for) more
Who knows, what else is in store?
(c) Artherese, 2025
a travel poetry, July 6, 2025, London
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Airport Waiting Game
Airport on a Sunday night
It’s quiet but not calm
Everyone has some place, some
Hope and chatter, Here by some
form of miracle, a dream finally
Taking off, but in this terminal
Everything is still at standstill
A relief, forward inch by inch
With a pinch, this is real.(c) Artherese, 2025
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Manifesto
April went by in a blur, each day a chance to live and breathe my new manifesto:
I am a walking breathing beautiful contradiction. My new vow. An oath to keep calm, but still full of passion. A peace-loving fighter. Adventure-seeking, with a lightness of being. Always content, but doesn’t settle. Greeting life with enthusiasm, acting on one’s dreams – with acceptance, longing, and grace.
Living my days as if each were its last, while working towards a future. Uncertain, but unfazed.
(c) Artherese, 2025
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Eureka
A trip, a weekend, a eureka – things we thought will catalyze a turning point. Only it does not. For often, the things we run from are still waiting for us like stains in a windowsill. A familiar welcome. But hear me out and here’s the thing. Maybe this just means the change we seek isn’t in an instant but perhaps already in progress. This provides respite.
The battles, ongoing. The gears, shifting. All these invisible and not merely reserved for some grand loud gesture – but in the quiet rebellion, resistance, and resilience.
(c) Artherese, 2025
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A little
Got a new friend
The stranger who held
Out an umbrella
And this little act
Became a silver line
A way to a bit of fine.(c) Artherese, 2025
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