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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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Curly Grace posted in the group National Poetry Month
Orbit of His Smile
It curves like a secret folding into itself,
quiet, knowing, a soft spark
that catches the edges of my chest
and pulls me closer.
A quick inhale
a flash of light between shadows
and I am lost again in the orbit of his smile.
Tides of unspoken things rise from calm’s ruins
and I am lost a…Read More
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That was a 1st. It didn’t hold my formatting….
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Read MoreI linger in green in quiet poise He moves in white in steady poise Place my heart first let the world wait Reaching for green where the heart waits Time bends in white light in subtle noise Time bends softly in unspoken noise In shadowed glances in unspoken joys In fleeting touches in subtle...
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Hi Grace,
The flow and repitition with rhythm of lines is so soothing and beautiful.
Jessy Jacob ❤️
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Your words seem to be a reflection of self-content. Being white and green represent two people the picture would suggest they are one.
This is nice, Curly.
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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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Interesting. I recall growing up out in the country away from the city lights. The pitter patter of rain on a tin roof. The croaking of a bullfrog and symphonic chirping of crickets. The hoot of an owl. Now your poem has got me reminiscing.
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Aww that is a compliment that you are reminiscing.;))
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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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That’s a lot of noise but then again you are in the city. If you didn’t like all of that, you wouldn’t be living there. Cool write Fia.
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Well, grew up with all that noise. Kinda use to it. lol Thank you Vison;)
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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