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redzone posted in the group National Poetry Month
Diversity
Being a city boy
with Native roots,
I have always loved the feel
of cool, dew-laden grass
licking my toes;
the scent of pine needles
on the forest floor;
the way a blue butterfly
will sometimes land
on your outstretched hand.
As I wrap all these thoughts
inside my heart,
I begin to see the balance of life.
We are, all of…Read More3 Comments-
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Thanks Navina, I am glad you found this poem enjoyable. It means a lot and I appreciate your comment
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Of course .. poetry is always good to read. My mind is always thinking so I write it down haha.
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Read MoreNot just the kind that fogs glass,the kind that lingerseven after the water stops,curling into my skinlike it refuses to leave. A drop slid over my shoulder,and my breath caught, sharp, shallow,a tremor I did not try to hide.The heat...
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Breaking my shy rule here. This one just stopped me in my tracks. Speechless and searching for something cold to drink.
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Very good…. I love this part the way a blue butterfly
will sometimes land
on your outstretched hand.
As I wrap all these thoughts… A beautiful metaphor.. like if a butterfly can sense our thoughts . I do feel they sense those things too. Nice work… Keep it up