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Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month
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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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

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Curly Grace posted in the group National Poetry Month
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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Interesting. I recall growing up out in the country away from the city lights. The pitter patter of rain on a tin roof. The croaking of a bullfrog and symphonic chirping of crickets. The hoot of an owl. Now your poem has got me reminiscing.
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It’s funny how I’m disturbed by silence in my city but calmed by it when camping. I think we become in tune with our environment and are unsettled when it steps out of rhythm.
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That’s a lot of noise but then again you are in the city. If you didn’t like all of that, you wouldn’t be living there. Cool write Fia.
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This was really steamy! The long build-up and then the action. Then inevitably surrendering yourself to him. Sexy!
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