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Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
Leave a Message at the Tone…
I can hear my phone buzzing
on the dresser across the room
like a fly…dogging my face
it’s distractingas I give myself over
…in every possible sense…
to his ferocious ministrationshis smoky eyes burning holes in my soul
setting my nerve endings ablaze
flickers spreading quickly
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Read MoreAuthor’s Note:Inspired by “The Call To Adventure”, by JoshBond. To me, the underlying message is to do freedom responsibly. For me, this involves a mindfulness of both the internal and the external. In this poem, Josh incorporates subtle, irregular...
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The last line lands in a way that makes you want to reread this again, and let it linger. This caught my breath.
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hello dearest Brandon good morning thank you graciously I’m happy you like it ❤️
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This reads almost like an invocation, a chant of summoning. Much enjoyed this. As Brandon said, it invites rereading 🧡
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hello beautiful Willow thank you lovely one I appreciate you thoughts these just uncurrents of feeling rising ❤️
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Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write with dark undertones my friend. I concur with Willow and Brandon. Amazing read. Appreciate you.
Damian
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thank you graciously dearest Damian ❤️
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twofiftythree posted in the group National Poetry Month
almost
I was gonna jump
but I needed someone to watch
so I waited
and while waitin
the moment passed
and I forgot why I climbed
so I came back down
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Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
Sensory Memories
“why are you so addicted to popcorn?”
because on Saturday evenings…
when I was small…
(too young to know of more exciting things…
like theaters and urban adventures)
there was a table that became an arenawhere board games and Uno took over
and we gathered as a family…
no chores…
otherwise idle…Read More4 Comments-
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Aw, I can smell the corn popping from here – a really atmospheric poem.
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Thank you 😊 I make popcorn every week, never recapture those moments but it brings back the memories
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Willow, I make the popcorn the same way your grandmother did, 3 quart pot, melt the butter and mix. But I must confess, the popcorn goes in a big bowl and I eat it all from there. Thanks for sharing the popcorn….er… I mean the poem. ;0) -Curt
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There were a minimum of a dozen of us at that table. There would have been no room for a big bowl. I’ve never seen a bowl the size she used for the popcorn since then. I use an air popper but yes, it goes in a bowl and it’s all mine too. 😊
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You had a full poem and you broke it up to have omitted pieces. Interesting concept