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Read MoreI looked for you down colorful aisles humming a song through five hundred miles I looked for you under two feet of snow hands frozen and blue why did you go I looked for you at January’s end will they blow out your...
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Thank you, Usha, for the read and comment. I also appreciate you sharing your culture with me, I am honored.
Clay
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This is beautiful and it did make me cry. This is a beautiful tribute.
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Thank you, Fia. I have been struggling to put things into words lately and am relieved it made sense. Thank you, again.
Clay
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Beautifully penned, Detritus. A heartfelt tribute my friend. Thanks for sharing. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Thank you, Damian. I likewise appreciate you and your consistent support.
Clay
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Harriet-Jacqui xx posted in the group National Poetry Month
Hiya, I’m away running a forum on marketing for the English writer’s circle where I’m Treasurer, w-y-b?! So, have a lovely weekend and beware, if there’s… A Man, in The Room
There was a Man, in The Room,
I could have sworn It,
A Man, in the Room,
I might have borne It,
Or was It just a Boy,
Some worn, discarded Toy,
A shattered,…Read More![]()
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Harriet-Jacqui xx posted in the group National Poetry Month
The Blue Girl *
As sole survivor in this zone, I walk up to the tanks alone,
To estimate the bodies lost, extrapolate the human cost,
Of nuclear warfare on the few, who live here in the fluid blue.
The sludge inside the first urn stinks, of rotting flesh, violets and pinks,
I wonder if, suspended here, this poor boy used to dream or…Read More![]()
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“takes more ink…
than currently in possession”
I have been feeling this a lot lately.
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I think it goes back to the weight of the world these days. It takes so much energy to just survive…not a lot pouring into our cups. Thank you, Fia 😊
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Feels like poetic intermission… a mist of words floating about
I like the mood this invokes-
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Life is…a lot…these days. Intermission would be great, but who’s got the time? Thank you, Naaj 😊
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Powerfully penned, Willow. Excellent write that I can definitely relate to my friend. Inspiration is sometimes a bit of a process indeed. Chasing thoughts and having them slip away can be so frustrating. The life of a writer is kinda quirky when you think about it. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.
Damian
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The more we have on our the mind, the more jumbled it is up there. So polluted the words can’t find the exit. So they float around like wraiths on a stormy night. I’ll get my rhythm again. Just need a breather. Thank you, my friend 😊
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Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
Mistmind
words slip
in and out of thought
tickling inspirationthen drift…
overwhelmed by their source
they unravel
wisping away from graspprobably just as well…
takes more ink…
than currently in possession
let words refill the bottle
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Hi,
A heartfelt thoughts that really touched me. I can see how deeply you are connected her. Parents are Gods, in Hindu mythology we pray and bow to three beings who shaped our life and made us,
Mathru devobhava
Pithru devobhava
Acharya devobhava
Mother father and teacher are equal to God and we seek their blessings and they have invested whole their life in making us.
Thank you for your beautiful lines about your mom.
Jessy Jacob ❤️