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    Matter, Motion, The Nature of Truth

    MATTER, MOTION, THE NATURE OF TRUTH In these early hours when the sun wears grey mist, the horizon opens sluggishly not wanting to give up the night. Appearing in its April shroud Mt. Veracity guards the inner bay and more distant vistas of the Obsidian Sea. In...

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    • “See the world as it really is, allowing us to change the world into a place we would want to live.” Eyes wide open. lovely

      • It’s ironic when you think about it Fia. Many want change, want to live in a different world, where people coming together to solve problems is the morality, but are unwilling to see the world and it’s me, me, me morality at its source, and so blame people, rather than a system that has created the way people are and act. It’s a daunting task, but it is possible to do.

        Thank you Fia for your comment and for visiting. Both are muchly appreciated.

    • Reading this, I feel both the vastness of the universe and the warmth of small human connections– the magic of matter and motion felt in shared moments and the world around us

      • Those moments are precious, aren’t they! We are social creatures and need and welcome those connections. I want to and work toward a world where these connections thrive and flourish. Think how beautiful this world would/could be and how cherished such connections would feel and delight!!

        Thank you RomaJ, the matter in motion that is me, welcomes your visit and your comment.

    • This is quite brilliant .. makes me feel very small indeed .. and which of course is absolutely true .. Write on brother .. Neville 😎⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐👍

      • Another ironic thought, when looked at from the vastness of the universe, we are small indeed. But when looked at from our home, Earth, what we do makes all the difference. It is up to us to decide whether what we do will make the world as a whole better or worse. Us small humans can disturb the Universe.

        I appreciate your comment Neville and want to thank you for it and of course for stopping by.

    • Everything is energy, everything is in motion, everything changes… nothing stays the same. as this might sounds scary, as this (exactly as you’ve written) holds the magic. to reach the point where what we all do is living the moment, is the ultimate power. I see You to be both, dreamy, imaginative and smart. I’m still caught in this phrase (April shroud), a phrase I wish to have written. Thank You 🤍

      • Light, I think we are magic. Our lives matter in ways we often underestimate. And that April shroud dissipates as we reach for the morning sun. Thank you for the wonderful comment and the “dreamy and imaginative”, but not so sure about the “smart”.
        And thank you for your visit, it is muchly appreciated.

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    Last Night

    LAST NIGHT I awoke in the middle of the night thinking you were there. I swear I heard your heart beat coming from your side of the bed; could feel your breath softly warm my face; could smell you, a womanly musk, floating crisply like a clear winter’s...

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    • This is a sweet red zone, and it gives a cozy vibe to it.

      • Dreams like this are “sweet”, Fia. They are “cozy” as well, but then there comes the hollowness when you awaken and realize it is just a dream, a memory of what once was. Thank you, Fia, for your comment.

    • Ah, we all have been there, and seek to write an adequate poem to capture the feelings that it causes. Your write does it very well, tenderly and a slight bit hauntingly. Wonderfully written.

    • A tender meditation on absence, where memory lingers in heartbeat, scent, and light. The poem makes longing almost tangible, delicate yet deeply felt.

    • RomaJ, your insights are spot on. Thank you.

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    Amber and Stone

    Some memories are fossils--    fixed in the quiet earth,    written in amber and stone.The sun’s breath caught in resin,truth set deep in unmoving grain.The Stone Labyrinth endures.    Walls remember centuries,    their patience pressed into silence.Light slips through high corridors--    a thin, molten thread of...

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    • Exceptional.
      You make it look so easy to write so well. Professional grade material.

      • That’s incredibly kind of you, Styxian. Thank you. This poem was inspired by a fragmented dream. I’m happy the themes of memory and permanence came through clearly. Your positive feedback is excellent motivation.

    • This whole piece feels like warm amber.
      Like it’s literally melting onto the page.

      Something about it also reminds me of honey. How it lasts indefinitely when crystallized.
      Wonderful write:)

    • Thank you, Adelphina! I love the honey image–amber, memory, and honey all blending together, adding a lingering warmth to the poem. I really appreciate you sharing such thoughtful and sweet reflections.

    • I love how you turn dreams into a waterfall wordscape. Those that linger long after sleep has turned into the humdrum of everyday living.

      • Thank you, Ghosteen. I love that image of a ‘waterfall wordscape.’ That’s exactly the feeling I was reaching for–the kind of lingering dream that stays with you even after the ordinary day returns

    • Brilliantly penned, Roma. Excellent write my friend with stunning imagery. Appreciate you.

      Damian

      • Thank you so much, Damian! I really appreciate your kind words. I’m glad the imagery resonated with you–it means a lot coming from you.

    • RomaJ, I am continually amazed by the poetry you write. I can feel the tension between the whispy dream and the memory(s) it held connected by Amber and Stone. Your poem reminded me of my real love and first wife, Amber (a name she was given because of the color of her hair). In many ways, she is the memory, the fossilized Amber memory that haunts me still. Isn’t it strange how you can become a more conscious human being because of such fragmented dreams?

      -Curt

    • RomaJ,

      This flowed like amber reminding me of insects preserved in amber from millions of years ago. The DNA of memories suspended in timelessness and your imagery is mesmerizing. A journey into the heart of poetry on things remembered. Fascinating poetic journey here. I could feel it in my heart and mind as well. Profoundly beautiful.

      John

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    Love Sonnet I

    Love Sonnet I   Your words were not of the moon, or the fire of a Rose song full of blood and wine, or of the shadows in the melody;   yet, in this yellow moment, when flowers climb through my window, and their fragrance is of you after...

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    • Awesome. I love love Pablo. He was a big influence on how I developed as a writer.
      Your “tribute” here is very well done. Top tier. He’d definitely give you a smile and a nod of acknowledgement, as do I.

      • Thanks for the truly wonderful comment and compliment, Styxian. Pablo was indeed a Grand Poet! I think his poetry flowed from his deep love of the people, their struggles, their love, and their place in the world. He truly was a poet of the people.

    • I saw a “Sonnet”, and I immediately click in, though I don’t know how to write them or other forms of poetry, but for me sonnets always held the mysterious allure. It seems You are like me blending love, poetry and nature, and I love this, your first Sonnet feels like a door to an ongoing story… sweet and passionate, may I ask what kind of Sonnet is this? I’m unfamiliar with this form.

      • Hi Light. I am not sure how you would define or label a sonnet like this. Pablo Neruda wrote his sonnets in this free style form. It still held to the 14 lines but had a different internal rhythm than the traditional Shakespearean Sonnets. The last 3 lines usually are the heart or twist for the poem. A google search reveals this explanation for his sonnets:

        “Pablo Neruda’s sonnet style is characterized by its evocative language, rich imagery, and complex poetic techniques. His sonnets often explore the theme of unending love, using metaphors and sensory details to create an intimate connection between the reader and the poet. Neruda’s sonnets are divided into four sections, each representing a different part of the day, and he uses the sonnet form to convey his message about the timeless relevance and universal appeal of love. His work has been translated into English numerous times, and it continues to resonate with readers around the world.”

        Thank you Light for reading, comment and visit.

      • Thank You for your response❤️ I am only fimmliar with the classical form of Sonnets, to write Sonnets with Free Style seems my way 😄

        Good Coffee Morning ☕

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