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Read MoreLove Sonnet LXXVII The road is pockmarked with craters caused by bombs and rain. I travel this highway in search of my home and you. But, Yaraa, it’s a long way home, and I’m tired, full of spiraling pain, seeing too much death scattered along the roadside; rotted...
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redzone posted in the group National Poetry Month
IN SEARCH OF CONSCIOUSNESS
I want to hear the sky speak
of birds flying,
of being blue.
Hear of the Sun’s solar flares
and its encompassing heat.
I want to hear the sky mention
the Earth’s crying rivers
sing the songs of understanding.
So why do they want me
Comatose?
Insane?
Confused about where
we have come from?
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Questions! Questions! Questions! Brilliantly posed, HJx
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Echoes in Quiet Corners
Madness
in the quiet corners
of my skin,
a current of heat
beneath words,
beneath breath.It winds
around me
like a labyrinth:
walls soft,
shadowed,
doors whisper
echoes.Still,
I do not follow.I gather
myself
from the noise,
from storms
brushing
against my name,
and cradle
the ember
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this leaves me a bit sad about what happening around the world. The bomb leaving there notice that they were there. Nicely written