National Poetry Month

redzone

• 4 months, 3 weeks ago

Apache Moon

As I spread out my bedroll
atop the high mesa,
the aroma of pine and pinon
surround the air
and sear the rabbit
roasting over the open flame.

As I settle into the bedroll,
and looking skyward, I
am greeted by the infinity
of glittering stars,
and the rising Apache Moon.

As the legend goes,
if you make a true…Read More

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Fia Naturie

• 4 months, 3 weeks ago

City Peace

The wind howls through my window

The fire truck siren blares down the street

The neighbor’s heated argument is in stereo sound

The dogs whine in a pitch that rivals nails on chalk boards

Yet I cannot sleep without the city’s peace.

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- redzone
  4 months, 3 weeks ago
  
  The country may have its crickets, its coyotes’ howl, but this cannot match the window rattling as the EL train passes by. It’s funny how night sounds become familiar so that you can sleep. It took me a few weeks o be able to get to sleep after I moved from NYC back to PA and a more rural setting. -Curt
Curly Grace

• 4 months, 3 weeks ago

Orbit of His Smile

It curves like a secret folding into itself,

quiet, knowing, a soft spark

that catches the edges of my chest

and pulls me closer.

A quick inhale

a flash of light between shadows

and I am lost again in the orbit of his smile.

Tides of unspoken things rise from calm’s ruins

and I am lost a…Read More

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- Curly Grace
  4 months, 3 weeks ago
  
  That was a 1st. It didn’t hold my formatting….
Willow

• 4 months, 3 weeks ago

Roack-a-bye, Baby

I know no other way
the weight of his absence presses
aching…waiting…
begging for his return
as nights close in
shadow draping me in yearning
the remembrance nearly blistering
moments of fierce and desperate
thundering of twin beats
throb piercing me
and I cannot…will not…forget
saturation a constant
as…Read More

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PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos)

• 4 months, 3 weeks ago

A Monday of Opposites and Gravitational Longing

13th arrives
with the blunt honesty of a Monday
that refuses to disguise itself.

It is a day built on opposites,
light leaning against shadow,
certainty dissolving into doubt,
the heart pulling forward
while the mind drags its feet.

Everything contradicts everything.
Everything…Read More

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