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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-
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Thank you Curtis;))
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Curly Grace posted in the group National Poetry Month
Echoes in Quiet Corners
Madness
in the quiet corners
of my skin,
a current of heat
beneath words,
beneath breath.It winds
around me
like a labyrinth:
walls soft,
shadowed,
doors whisper
echoes.Still,
I do not follow.I gather
myself
from the noise,
from storms
brushing
against my name,
and cradle
the ember
that…Read More![]()
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Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month
A little dream
Clouds rolling in softly
Delicately like a purr
Wrapped in warm cotton
Trailing thoughts of a time of tendernessInner eye awakens to a place
Where safety is given
Love is freely accepted
And a genuine smile is cherishedLet me not wake from this
Wanting to hold and be held
In a world of nonreality
Let me have…Read More - Load More Posts
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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