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Curly Grace posted in the group National Poetry Month

• 2 months, 2 weeks ago

The Tenth Muse Speaks: Whispers Across Lesbos

She walks on the edge of the wind,
voice braided with sea and olive,
each syllable a spark struck
from the tinder of longing.

Island-born, where the waves fold
like a lover’s arm,
she counts the pulses of hearts
as though each beat were a star.

You burn me
my limbs betray m…Read More

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- redzone
  2 months, 2 weeks ago
  
  Curly Grace, what a great opening line: “She walks on the edge of the wind”. While I enjoyed reading the entirety of your poem, that last verse will be remembered by me. Poets, poetry, should never be “contained” or constrained. -Curt
  - Curly Grace
    2 months, 2 weeks ago
    
    Thank you, Curt. That means a lot. I’m glad those lines stayed with you. And I agree… poetry needs room to breathe.
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• 2 months, 2 weeks ago

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redzone posted in the group National Poetry Month

• 2 months, 2 weeks ago

Love Sonnet LXXIX

As I glide smoothly across
the ice, as the cold air assails
my face, I feel like I am
flying. Your face

appears under the ice, staring
up at me. You are smiling,
your hands, upturned, reach
toward me, inviting me to

join you in the cold, wet
waters of this dream. I
fly faster, skates moving

like a blur,…Read More

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- Harriet-Jacqui xx
  2 months, 2 weeks ago
  
  I love the chill of this poem – if you’re not a fan of Kate Bush do listen to Under Ice on The Hounds of Love album!
  - redzone
    2 months, 2 weeks ago
    
    Thanks HJx, for the sweet comment and for the the Kate Bush mention. I will definitely go listen. I actually do like the few songs I have heard from her. As well as her duet with Peter Gabriel on “Don’t Give Up”.
    - Harriet-Jacqui xx
      2 months, 2 weeks ago
      
      You’re welcome – enjoy Kate! “Waking the Witch” from the same album inspired me to write Heathen, the opening tale in Basque Love Stories. It’s here on Starsrite, too, live, featuring sensational young actress Isla Furl as Julia. Enjoy!
- Curly Grace
  2 months, 2 weeks ago
  
  Such a vivid, haunting piece. I love how it moves from ice to fire with such ease. Beautifully done.
  - redzone
    2 months, 2 weeks ago
    
    Thanks Curly Grace. Your comment is appreciated, as are you and your poetry.
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• 2 months, 2 weeks ago

Heaven under sky

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April 4, 2026

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Some are born the stars, but a few are destined to become them. This vast sky is our abode—endless, open, and alive—and for him, it is not just a home, but heaven itself. People speak of karma as a path measured...

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Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month

• 2 months, 2 weeks ago

Sensory Memories

“why are you so addicted to popcorn?”

because on Saturday evenings…
when I was small…
(too young to know of more exciting things…
like theaters and urban adventures)
there was a table that became an arena

where board games and Uno took over
and we gathered as a family…
no chores…
otherwise idle…Read More

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4 Comments
- Harriet-Jacqui xx
  2 months, 2 weeks ago
  
  Aw, I can smell the corn popping from here – a really atmospheric poem.
  - Willow
    2 months, 2 weeks ago
    
    Thank you 😊 I make popcorn every week, never recapture those moments but it brings back the memories
- redzone
  2 months, 2 weeks ago
  
  Willow, I make the popcorn the same way your grandmother did, 3 quart pot, melt the butter and mix. But I must confess, the popcorn goes in a big bowl and I eat it all from there. Thanks for sharing the popcorn….er… I mean the poem. ;0) -Curt
  - Willow
    2 months, 2 weeks ago
    
    There were a minimum of a dozen of us at that table. There would have been no room for a big bowl. I’ve never seen a bowl the size she used for the popcorn since then. I use an air popper but yes, it goes in a bowl and it’s all mine too. 😊
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