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Fia Naturie wrote a new post
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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-
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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Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
he knows the sound of my breath
as it catches
hovering over his words
like a hummingbird
imbibing
on the intoxicating nectar
of his expression4 Comments -
Willow wrote a new post
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For some reason I was compelled to read this from beginning to end, and then reverse from the end to the beginning. The choice of words in this hook the reader so well. Short yes, but sweet. And done with skill and vivid imagery.
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Beautifully penned, Willow. Into the book it belongs! This a magnificent little write here my friend. I mean I really dig the wordplay and imagery. Next level good. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Simple…but so emotional. Good one, Fia.