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Curly Grace posted in the group National Poetry Month
Nativity of Loss
(I will always love you, my heart.)I read a poem that evoked a tear
a single, trembling drop
that spun me backward,
into shadows of what was
and the ever-present numbness
of could-have-beens.25 days to go…
The air tastes different now,
heavier with memory,
as the earth tilts toward the same cold light
year a…Read More![]()
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Thank you…this really was a pouring out… a hard write for me.
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Actually, two came out that day. and lots of tears… but something I needed to write. It’s been years, but some Christmases I’m a bit indifferent/melancholy… I will post the other as well.
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redzone posted in the group National Poetry Month
MaryJane’s Last Dance
It was day 23 of Poetry Month
when you walked through the door,
And I said,
“Oh my, my. Oh hell yes”
as my eyes landed on
that party dress;
thigh high red with
a side slit stare, and
I was pulled into your sway.
MaryJane delights
played in my mind,
like how smoke and fog
swirled in kaleidoscope air,
and we be…Read More4 Comments-
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We dance in those empty spaces. (That’s the best memory ) Very nicely done
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Thank you Fia, your comment is appreciated muchly
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I read “side slit stare” and the scene was set, the mood and everything that followed owned the room!
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That dress!! I knew I was in big trouble….lol ;0)
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Curly Grace posted in the group National Poetry Month
Hell
Deep down in the fiery pits of hell,
war has started, if you couldn’t tell.
The burning souls are screaming,
the demons’ eyes are gleaming,
they kneel down before the devil’s throne.He’s the one of power, giving the commands,
for each he has the devious of plans.
The red-hot flames are prancing,
as the devil starts dancing…Read More![]()
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Oh, poetry…it sounds much better in hell.
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Read MoreI am not everyone’s cup of tea and I swirl like smoke anyway. Bitter. Sweet. Thick. Thin. Honey sticky on the tongue,Milk warm on the lips. Steeped too long, spilled too fast,Loud in the mouth,Soft in the throat. Too much. Not enough. I do not bend for you.I bloom in my own cup Sipped slow, burning, pleasure and sting, Exactly as I am.
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You sound delicious..!! Love that poem!
Can I get a refill?? ☺️
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redzone posted in the group National Poetry Month
Love Sonnet LXXXV
Yaraa, as the stars echo your
name, I give you my heart
(te doy mi corazon).
There is no other way tosay this, as time passes and
you stare at my smile,
see into my nature and
intentions, that you havegiven me hope, have given
me love, you have given
me life. Yaraa, you aremy peace (tu eras mi paz),
and…Read More - Load More Posts
A single trembling drop. that imagery is felt