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Read MoreI was never broken and I didn’t really believe itbut damn, I got tired of hearing that “there was nothing wrong”with how I was
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I get it beautiful poetess if they didn’t think that there would be no reason for constant reinforcement reminds me of me with my schizophrenia great write just be you you can’t be anyone else ❤️
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That’s kind of weird isn’t it. It’s like they’re trying to convince you of something before you ask. lol
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Powerful and poignant.
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We are born into circumstances. You control how those circumstances affect you. They may burden you. They may show you the right path for
you. Some people live a glorious life while others struggle to survive. So far, I have survived! I have been broken and I have pieced myself back together. I have taken many wrong roads. I have been very lost at times. Be yourself always.
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This is sweet with a touch of trouble. “Red Dress” Nice
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Hi Fia! Oh yes, she was trouble! Thank you for your kind words. And thank you for this Stars Rite poetry site.
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Hi Curt,
I really enjoyed this – it has such a dreamy, floating quality, I love how it moves from the soft, floating imagery of dreams into the sudden jolt of reality. “And then you said,” ‘Hi.’” The image of a dream as “fire in a red dress dancing barefoot” is striking and memorable. It feels like a brief, beautiful moment where fantasy and reality touch. Dreams inspire me. This piece resonates with me
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Exactly RomaJ. Thank you. If I remember correctly, this dream woke me up. Unfortunately, there was no “reality” of her dancing in a red dress, barefoot or otherwise. Oh well. Dreams do inspire. It inspired this poem. Thanks again for your kind words and visit.
-Curt
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This is somewhat like Déjà vu to me. Something kind of jolts you, but in a way, you’ve felt it before.
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To be honest, I was roaming through some of my notebooks and found this poem. So in one sense, yes, there was some Deja vu involved. But it was a dream I had back then (2009) that found its way on paper.
Thank you, Tim, for your comment and perspective on this poem.
-Curt
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Beautifully penned, Curt. Amazing write my friend. Welcome to Stars Rite. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Thank you, Damian, for your wonderful comment, your visit, and your ‘welcome’ to SR. I am glad to be here. As I get more acclimated to the site, I will do a lot more reading. Reading some of your creations is near the top of the Read List.
Thanks again,
-Curt
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Read MoreHeld as grenade coloured fingerprints from a love crime scene, Darling, Night Arrived without you Turning memory until wrist snapped, one man solved the cube in three seconds but for others, decades play dice with never-ending seasons Red was the seductive flame of her dress kindle...
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you are a master writer so full of passion makes me long to know you ❤️
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you do know me crim. lol. i’m also great friends with poetspeak & styxian.
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Raw and unforgettable, this poem is an unfiltered outpouring of a messy, deeply-felt heartbreak.
Grief, love, and memory twist together like the cube itself, and the striking imagery -from the “petrol pirouette” to the painful truth that “yellow bleeding into orange doesn’t always promise a sunset” perfectly captures that internal chaos.
The frustration of the Rubik’s Cube beautifully reflects the struggle to reconcile a beautiful memory with the painful reality of loss and betrayal.
I love it. It’s brilliant and beautifully written.
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Wow RomaJ ,you have a job as the editor of my never to be published poetry collection. Not that I have any desire to be published. It’s enough to know my words have touched the soul of one across the Atlantic. It was a task to compress my train-crash love life into one poem. Diolch.
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Read MoreTightrope of lips taut between our silent space and pavement cracks, where only rain survives
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hello dearest poet I feel your deep longing here… here is a song for you tonight…
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