. Poetry from The Great In-Between: The Playground

Saturday, October 17, 2026

The Playground


 Blessed be. 

Velumbound. 


A transmission where the language is accessible and unpretentious, letting raw emotion take centre stage. 


Anyone who has experienced loss can relate to the feeling of reaching out for someone, only to remember they are no longer there.


The transmission hinges on a single moment of clarity.


It beautifully tries to capture how grief isn't always a constant heavy weight, but rather a series of sudden, sharp realisations that happen during quiet moments of reflection.


(A lone voice whispers)  


Grief, to me, is like walking into a playground to sit with someone special you used to know. 


Then realising, in a sad moment. 


They were unwillingly made to go.


(C)

John Duffy

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