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    • Absorbing the Cost…

      when the choice is required
      and compromise is not an option
      do you choose to soothe your own pain?
      or that of others?

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    • April 11th — Ladders, Snakes and the Art of Forgetting

      April 11th arrives
      like a board game spilled across the floor,
      ladders leaning toward impossible heights,
      snakes coiled in patient spirals,
      waiting for the moment
      you think you understand the rules.

      It is a day of ascents and descents,
      of sudden rises
      and quiet collapses,
      of c…Read More

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      Mistmind

      words slip  in and out of thought tickling inspiration    then drift...   overwhelmed by their source they unravel wisping away from grasp   probably just as well...   takes more ink... than currently in possession let words refill the bottle while energy supply refreshens

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      • “takes more ink…

        than currently in possession”

        I have been feeling this a lot lately.

        • I think it goes back to the weight of the world these days. It takes so much energy to just survive…not a lot pouring into our cups. Thank you, Fia 😊

      • Feels like poetic intermission… a mist of words floating about
        I like the mood this invokes

        • Life is…a lot…these days. Intermission would be great, but who’s got the time? Thank you, Naaj 😊

      • Powerfully penned, Willow. Excellent write that I can definitely relate to my friend. Inspiration is sometimes a bit of a process indeed. Chasing thoughts and having them slip away can be so frustrating. The life of a writer is kinda quirky when you think about it. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.

        Damian

        • The more we have on our the mind, the more jumbled it is up there. So polluted the words can’t find the exit. So they float around like wraiths on a stormy night. I’ll get my rhythm again. Just need a breather. Thank you, my friend 😊

    • Mistmind

      words slip
      in and out of thought
      tickling inspiration

      then drift…

      overwhelmed by their source
      they unravel
      wisping away from grasp

      probably just as well…

      takes more ink…
      than currently in possession
      let words refill the bottle
      while energy supply refreshens

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    • Poetry Day #10

      I get so lost sometimes
      watching as the world burns,
      as centuries of Culture and
      Heritage, human lives, are destroyed
      for no reason other than who
      will be number one among
      the billions.

      Our world burns,
      it cries for our help, our decision
      to act and honor what remains
      of humanity’s decency, to cast
      out the i…Read More

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