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    dark faith

    inside I crash into your energysmashing, cunted brillianceshining danger I can't resistinfidelity of the soulmy honesty is invaded by your darknessit seeps into my sorrowyour marred imageit makes me flinch what you call goodmiserable truth I hate the feelingof...

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    doorways and bluebirds

    She left without a goodbye.As though our nest was no longercomfortable enough for her. As though from a high perchshe saw something, or someone,better than meand flew off. But life is funnyand often horrific. They found her among the reeds.Some human animal...

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    Forest Pulse

    I wandered through a forest,sunlight pouring through the canopy like molten gold,shadows drifting over moss-carpeted ground.​Ferns unfurled like emerald flames,flowers opened in silent bursts of color,a single pulse in time with the wind​A stream whispered over smooth stones,its silver...

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    • Reading this, I thought of the pulse of an olive whispering to the pimento.

      • Wow, I absolutely love that thought! The pulse of an olive whispering to the pimento is such a quiet, perfect echo of the magic in the poem. Thank you!

          • Hi Adagio. I like the thought of an olive whispering to a pimento, but I think for now, I’m going to let Forest Pulse stand on its own. It was born from a vivid, complete dream vision, and I feel like the poem already captures all the magic that spoke to me in that moment. Thank you so much for your thoughtful comment

    • Your words are so enticing and enchanting. This splays me into a midnight forest walk and feeling the breath of moonlight as tattoo. Exquisite.

    • I absolutely love the image of “feeling the breath of moonlight as a tattoo.” That’s such a striking, exquisite way to describe that feeling of deep connection. Thank you, Rob. I appreciate your thoughts.

    • Beautifully done, Romaj. Each line sings and comes to life through the images you describe.

      Favorite line
      Ferns unfurled like emerald flames,

      • Tim, ​Thank you! I’m really delighted to hear that the imagery resonated with you and made the forest feel alive.

        I especially appreciate you pointing out the line about the ferns. The emerald was so stunning and vivid in the dream, and it’s a huge relief to know I managed to capture that vision with words.

    • Beautifully penned, Roma. Excellent write my friend, with such colorful imagery. You know how to paint a picture with your words. Appreciate you.

      Damian

      • Thanks for reading, Damian! I’m so glad the colorful imagery resonated with you. That feeling of the forest coming alive was exactly what I hoped to capture. Appreciate you taking the time to read and comment

    • I love reading poems like this. Full of vivid color and storytelling. I’m a huge fan of anime. The good stuff.
      I love how it plays with your mind and brings dream alive. Truly enjoyed the read:)

      • Hi Adelphina. Thank you so much! I really appreciate you saying that. Since the poem actually came from a dream, I was trying to capture that feeling of a vivid, hyper-real vision. I can absolutely see the connection to anime. It has that ability to make color and dreams feel so alive! I’m glad you enjoyed the read.

    • Such marvelous detail in your wording & delivery. Nicely said.

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    The gypsy-like leaves

      They flee and fly like jostling birds - or gray moths 'round a light. They pirouette in lazy rings - while frolicking in flight.   Like gypsies, leaves will soon depart with tender thoughts for wind Soon to sweep and persevere - in lives undisciplined.   Some will scurry...

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    A bird overheard

      Upon this path - where winter greets a footpath walker's stride a robin's voice affects me so for what I hear implied.   He echoes language through the woods in words no man can say. Ensnaring thus my downcast soul to turn my thoughts his way.   I'm curious...

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