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    The Secret To Writing

    Hating writing? But having felt great about writing? What is the secret? You just have to bleed into the page, no matter if it’s good or not good enough! Write like the ice rain in winter… tapping the window panes hard...

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    • “Tap the window panes hard”–yes, it seems the only way to get one to notice poetry. Not the favorite genre of so many…
      They seem not to want to work a little to find something of value in the words.
      I really like this…Daniel.
      j.

    • Yes, the secret to writing is simply to do it.

  • Do You Know Where Fairies Live

    Tell me,do you know where they live?Do you know what magic they give?What kind of pain do they relieve? Do they live in tiny wooden houses?In the woods afar.Do they gift poor people new blouses? Or a brand new car?Do they...

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    Reveries

    Cluttered with memories of almost too much, my world is mine and - happy, happy!     I well remember your body making shadows on the wall, fingers playing ivories towards my laughter.  Strange man you but wonderful: such a...

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    • It reads like whirlwind romance tangled up in finer details. “Fingers playing ivories towards my laughter” carries a poetic notion within the telling of story and fantastic reality. He’s a lucky man to have you and you’re lucky to have this strange man in return! Compellingly positive….

      • What a generous and understanding review, Benjamin Scraps. Thank you so very much. I was quite pleased with the quote you mention!

    • Joy,
      You know, live wears many different costumes, and is a quick-change artist, too. In the sensory overload of 21st century life, it seems an impossibility to stop long enough to see anything, really. When was the last time you knew of a new “painted lady house?” No, todays houses are all little boxes because no one has the time for beauty, any more.
      Vol

      • Vol, many thanks for your detailed response, it is much appreciated. I love butterflies, consequently provide for them and winged everything, best as possibly can. Have added cool areas virtually N.S.E and West on my land. As a garden designer and keen environmentalist, I aim to protect rather than harm or hurt any living creature.

    • It is refreshing to see new “voices” in here. Yours is quite entertaining and I like how it isn’t routine anything. I read a few of your writes, to get an idea of what the author is about. You’re top notch.

    • Many thank yous for such a generous review, truly mean that. Must admit, I write as I think – randomly! Obviously a little editing is done but probably not enough – but I try.

      The topnotch will do very nicely and is much appreciated. But, the pressure’s on now!!! 🙂

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    Broken Hearted Pen

    When days are punctuated with a swirl of a penAnd breaths are held waitingfor the moment that thoughtand reality becomes one    Somewhere in my twilight mindWords were written and sentOn wings translucent and etherealSummoning you to me   You never answerAs I...

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    from - The Psalm Breeze

    There is a Cheyenne word for the act  of preparing the mouth to speak  like the moment cloud guts open  above plains, before damnation floods    Hinged, beneath the softest decibels  Alzheimer smiles prevented our lips from moving    Our hearts stopped for  one thousandth of a second,  sisters...

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    • A haunting, beautifully layered meditation on loss, memory, and ritual. The imagery is vivid and intimate, moving effortlessly between grief, remembrance, and fleeting moments of connection. The poem lingers like smoke, both tender and unflinching.

      • I genuflect to the beautiful reply and inherent kindness. Heartfelt thanks Roma. Never really been able to articulate losing them in the same week. There was a joint funeral and I was tasked with supplying the epitaph and music. They travelled to ash to the disco thrum of Abba! Mum would have loved that.

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