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    Harvest Moon

    the pampas grass begins to speakgrown brittle & dryit whispers & sighs swaying on a slightly cooler breezeas summer slowly exhales& another season quietly dies drawing me inescapably closerto that same familiar griefthe weight of which never truly leavesa burden I willingly...

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    • I wish it was my voice. Unfortunately between covid & asthma I no longer have the pipes I once did. My daughter…she’s got the mother-lode in voice skills. But no, it’s not me or my daughter. Thank you for the moment & welcome to the Stars. Look forward to seeing where you take us

    • One can’t feel loss if they’ve never had anything to lose.
      Terrific write. Poignant and personal.🙏💋🙏🙏

    • Great write willow.
      This touches the soul and gives it a squeeze.
      Wonderful writing chica:)

    • No always a good reason to write, perhaps, but you always write them good. Tribute poems are the “in spite of death”. It can never be final as long as we never let go.
      This is a statue, done in delicate honor. You created another corner in heaven.
      Well written, Willow.

      • It’s become a tradition for me. Honoring him on his birthday. I wouldn’t say it eases the ache any, but it feels a bit like giving him a hug. I’ll stop missing him when I stop breathing. Thank you

    • Life is a battle. And there are those who battle for us. It is hard when we lose those people. Great ink friend.

      • His own personal battles were enormous. But he didn’t give up until his body gave out. I see him all the time in my daughter, who only met him as a baby. He’s been my inspiration. Never lost his sense of humor. I’m told he died smiling. And that is one helluva legacy. Thank you, my friend

    • Beautifully penned, Willow. Loved the arrangement. Starting with just vocal & piano, then introducing another instrument every verse throughout. First the bass line was nice, add some light drums, some strings, add in a build, then a harder drum beat, really enjoyed your choice of music. It pulled at my heartstrings my friend, the subtle changes added layers. Excellent work!! A lovely tribute. Appreciate you.

      Damian

      • He loved music. The number of times I woke up to ABBA blasting through the house, or the Statler Brothers…it had to be perfect to honor his love of music. He used to pretend he couldn’t sing, howling lyrics loudly off-key, just to get me to sing them correctly. Then he’d sit back smiling his head off. Memories are all I have now, but they’re beautiful. Thank you, my friend

    • Makes us think of the month of Abib and the Exodus, why?

    • Thank you. When do we get to see your words on the screen? There’s not a lot of interaction happening here these days, but I’m happy to hear new voices and support talent and heart!

    • Get some words up and I will be there for them. I haven’t figured out the support system here yet. I started out trying to comment on everything I could but some never reply, many don’t reciprocate and eventually I gave up. I will never be part of the “it” crowd, but I am solidly in the corner of sincere crowd, if that fits your needs. There are a few who are incredibly supportive. I’m grateful for them, support in return and don’t stress the rest. At the moment this is the best option available. Hopefully it will remain that. 😊

    • All the Moons have their hold on me. This lovely poem held me for a spell and I was fearless yet tinged with a healing sorrow felt for the many dear folks that have flown.
      I was born on a New Moon. It is always enlightening for me during its waxing.
      Be well friend.

      • Daddy was a farm boy. Harvest moon and fall were his time. Always brings him to mind when they roll around. Thank you for your words

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    DWI =Do With Intention

    Wake up in the morning,with one goal in mind.How to feed my babies,without committing a crime.   Everyone sees,But can not imagine.How easy it could be.How can this life happen?   Never wanted a picket fence,or a house with a yard.All I could...

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    Remind me (song)

    How did I forget your faceWhen I can still feel your embraceHow can I still smell youBut fail to recognize these pictures in which I held youMy disease is the worstAt least that's what people say when they remind...

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    "Even breathing carries a price..."

    We understand pausing to catch our breath...its never easy..."Even breathing carries a price..."Sunrise, sunsetshared and alone -I speak of coffeeand mistsshadows and the windstrees, birds, passing cars...I wonder of friends,life, memories -new and old...I hurt sometimes -real and hard;...

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    • Hi Chris, such an honest write. Mornings can be and are the often the most difficult part of the day for some. I hear you. Moved by your words and the struggle I felt contained within. The title says it all.

      The other Chris

    • This is quite a good poem. It’s thought inducing, but not overly manic like some. I really like it.
      Well done.

    • This is really good, felt a little sad reading it but that shows it’s good.

    • Mornings are hardest, I think. Just placing both feet on the floor is a victory. That first cup of coffee does more for me than I can say. We’re all in this thing called life, together. Thankfully, this venue offers us a human connection. Hang in there, Chris!

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