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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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SPRING
Only weather, never the same,
no shape, no edge, no final form.A current moving through the ground,
low and humming, without sound.The earth remembers how to lean,
from winter’s weight into green.Not arrival, only return.
The soil forgets its frozen past,
slowly breaking, vast.Rain remembers how to fall,
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Curly Grace Changed their profile cover
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Excerpt from “Forever Almost”
A Poem by Curly GraceWe were diamonds once
brief
brilliant
our bodies catching the sun
every pulse a shimmer
every glance a spark
as if the world could hold us
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Curly Grace posted in the group National Poetry Month
Steadfast Flame
Do not tire, do not fade
your small light still guides the way.Lift your hands, whisper your hope
let mercy fall where hearts are closed.Breathe, and breathe again
grace softens stone
faith carries flame.Rise each day
extend your hand
your devotion flows
into the unseen, the unheard
everlasting.![]()
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Love the art work!! It’s true I think, that we need to keep on going, to be the hope that keeps the lights on or the candle lit. Often, I think, people do not understand the effect they have on others, how their words or actions give people hope, a reason to keep going on. Our world suffers and it is the flame of hope that offers a way out.…Read More
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You sound delicious..!! Love that poem!
Can I get a refill?? ☺️