• Unraveling

    I watched the thread,
    slip from my fingers,
    cold as steel.

    I couldn’t hold the end,
    or trace the start.

    Like a shadow in alleys,
    following the hunt,
    its shadow in my chest,
    too swift to name.

    I watched the thread
    through the silence.

    You can only sense
    when nothing stirs.

    I felt tremors pulse
    through skin, t…Read More

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    • I was just thinking the other day of all the ways of saying and meanings for unravel. This is a potent expression of it 😊

  • The Tenth Muse Speaks: Whispers Across Lesbos

    She walks on the edge of the wind,
    voice braided with sea and olive,
    each syllable a spark struck
    from the tinder of longing.

    Island-born, where the waves fold
    like a lover’s arm,
    she counts the pulses of hearts
    as though each beat were a star.

    You burn me
    my limbs betray m…Read More

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    • Curly Grace, what a great opening line: “She walks on the edge of the wind”. While I enjoyed reading the entirety of your poem, that last verse will be remembered by me. Poets, poetry, should never be “contained” or constrained. -Curt

      • Thank you, Curt. That means a lot. I’m glad those lines stayed with you. And I agree… poetry needs room to breathe.

  • Lighthouse Wife

    I married a man of the sea.

    Salt lives deep in his bones.
    The horizon rests in his eyes
    like something he once chased
    and never fully left behind.

    They told me the war was over.

    The uniform folded.
    The medals sleeping in a drawer.
    The world moving forward
    as if violence were a season
    that knew how to end.

    But…Read More

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  • Never-Ending Dandelions

    A dandelion
    is a weed
    looking harmless
    even beautiful.
    Still a weed
    overtaking the grass
    choking out
    all other life.

    Memories of you
    are dandelions
    spreading rapidly
    overpowering my mind.
    Taking root in all
    facets of my brain
    weeding my garden always
    with every breath I take
    you still live in…Read More

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    • Hi Curly Grace. It’s amazing how someone occupies our minds. There they are, whether we want them there or not. Hopefully, your “Dandelion” is a welcomed “weed”.

      • Thank you, Redzone. I wrote this in 2011. So, the “weed” has been pulled out, lol, quite some time ago. Made way for better flowers though…

    • Brilliantly expressed – I must weed my garden after that, before your poem infests my mind! HJx

      • Thank you, Harriet‑Jacqui. May your garden stay clear, and your kindness keep blooming.

        • Between writing and marketing my books, I grow-my-own fruit & veg on a plot next to the forest, the village cricket pitch and tennis club. Weeding my plot is just like painting The Forth Bridge (in Scotland , I live in England). As soon as I finish weeding it’s time to start all over again!

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