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Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
Glutton…
they used to tell me
it looks like I’m hunting trouble
leaving them thinking I enjoy the dramaI get it…
I do
I can see how it might seem that way to youbut that’s not it
I’m not chasing more of the same
same shit different day
I actually prefer peace and quietit’s just…
I’m used to my own darkness
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It takes a while to recognize the patterns, but once we do – we grow. And nobody moves at another’s pace. Thank you, Curt
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Read MoreLAUNDROMAT SONGS "How long shall they kill our prophets as we stand aside and look?” ‑‑ Bob Marley Saturday morning, the scene's the same round and round suds and foam, round and round energetic flashes of life play, giggle, and roam. "Can I have a quarter to play video games? Hey...
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I really like this.;)
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The energy you imbued into this piece is phenomenal. From the worn and dirty to the joyful dancing fresh. You took us there and we felt part of it. Of hope
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redzone posted in the group National Poetry Month
CRAVING DESTINY
“…… Our hearts and our minds
they’re one and the same
cause you are my kind.”
~~ Santana, featuring Seal (from the album “Shaman”)Long ago I came to see
how I needed you so;
how the gate and flow
of your textured red legs
would bend and go
on forever filling my mind
with world conquering adventure.
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Read Moresleep... we parted company...for the most part a while ago snatches of nap here and there but a full night's sleep? ...very rare disrupted by dreams and thoughts as I stare at the ceiling and toss maybe it's only my imagination (but I somehow doubt it) the world feels... heavier? more dense? and...
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Not just you. I am laying here reading this at 4 in the morning. Maybe that’s why I love this write. Well done.
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Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
Atmospheric Compression
sleep…
we parted company…for the most part
a while ago
snatches of nap here and there
but a full night’s sleep?
…very rare
disrupted by dreams and thoughts
as I stare at the ceiling
and tossmaybe it’s only my imagination
(but I somehow doubt it)
the world feels…
heavier?
more dense?
and…Read More2 Comments-
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I think your poem speaks to something very true Willow. There is a definite compression in the air in these times (and for many for a very long time before this). But especially today, there is the feel of the walls pressing in, everything is hunkering down trying to find a safe place to live in. This is no way for human beings to live. -Curt
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No way at all for us to live. Thank you, Curt
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Exactly Willow. Learning from one’s experiences is not SSDD, it’s growth. And this growth is internal and personal, doesn’t matter what others may think. But if someone is paying attention, this growth becomes obvious and welcomed. -Curt