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Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month
City Peace
The wind howls through my window
The fire truck siren blares down the street
The neighbor’s heated argument is in stereo sound
The dogs whine in a pitch that rivals nails on chalk boards
Yet I cannot sleep without the city’s peace.
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Read MoreThe wind howls through my window The fire truck siren blares down the street The neighbor’s heated argument is in stereo sound The dogs whine in a pitch that rivals nails on chalk boards Yet I cannot sleep without the city’s peace.
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Background noise as a lullaby.
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Thank you, Adel it is;))
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Beautifully penned, Fia. Excellent write my friend. Home sweet home.. Appreciate you, Cuz.
Damian
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Thak you cuz. Appreciate that Damian;))
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It’s funny how I’m disturbed by silence in my city but calmed by it when camping. I think we become in tune with our environment and are unsettled when it steps out of rhythm.
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Thank you Willow. I agree if it too quiet when I am sleeping, I feel uneasy.;))
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Aww that is a compliment that you are reminiscing.;))
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Well, grew up with all that noise. Kinda use to it. lol Thank you Vison;)
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Daniel Long and
Curly Grace are now friends
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Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
Roack-a-bye, Baby
I know no other way
the weight of his absence presses
aching…waiting…
begging for his return
as nights close in
shadow draping me in yearning
the remembrance nearly blistering
moments of fierce and desperate
thundering of twin beats
throb piercing me
and I cannot…will not…forget
saturation a constant
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Read MoreI know no other way the weight of his absence presses aching...waiting... begging for his return as nights close in shadow draping me in yearning the remembrance nearly blistering moments of fierce and desperate thundering of twin beats throb piercing me and I cannot...will not...forget saturation a constant as darkness falls summoning...
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I feel this hunger and need. I like this.
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Thank you, Fia 😊
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Long distance can be urgent in the extreme. But it’s so worth the wait. Thank you, Brenda 🧡
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It totally is worth the wait:)
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Truth! Thank you, Adelphina 😊
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Passionately penned, Willow. The words sizzle in their longing my friend. Excellent write. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Some days it’s the sizzle that dominates. Thank you, my friend 😊
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Hey Honoria
It’s good to see you. Thank you so much 😊
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The country may have its crickets, its coyotes’ howl, but this cannot match the window rattling as the EL train passes by. It’s funny how night sounds become familiar so that you can sleep. It took me a few weeks o be able to get to sleep after I moved from NYC back to PA and a more rural setting. -Curt