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Thank you , Atticus;))
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A wonderful piece of poetry Fia. This one hits home, literally.
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Thank you, Vision;))
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Yeah…so much said in this. My daughter talks of not belonging anywhere. She’s not Mexican enough for that side of her genealogy and not white enough for the other. Never accepted in either. This cataloging of labels in a stolen land is mind boggling and saddening to me
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Powerfully penned, Fia. This excellent write tells it like it is my friend. Amazingly done as always. Appreciate you, cuz.
Damian
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Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month
My Land
I was told this was home
I was given it on silver plater
They fail to tell me that I would have to steal itWords written on paper was crafted beautifully
Penmanship to die for
That was it…
The hidden messageTo die for
I can not take what is not mine
Can land really be mine
The oil and coal pillage from m…Read More2 Comments-
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In Indigenous culture and belief, no one owns the land, we inherit it and are part of it and must share and protect it, leaving it in better shape for future generations. I think this is a much better culture, belief, and morality than what we have in today’s world. I like your poem because it points to this kind of understanding. A very fitting…Read More
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Thank you Curtis;))
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Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month
A little dream
Clouds rolling in softly
Delicately like a purr
Wrapped in warm cotton
Trailing thoughts of a time of tendernessInner eye awakens to a place
Where safety is given
Love is freely accepted
And a genuine smile is cherishedLet me not wake from this
Wanting to hold and be held
In a world of nonreality
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Detritus posted in the group National Poetry Month
Inner Shine
All three ponds filled up,
Two ducks wade through the speckled
Buttercup sunshine.
Even as nighttime settles
Flowers hold onto daylight. - Load More Posts
Simple…but so emotional. Good one, Fia.