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Read MoreI saw him in the back of the room a wide space between him and the crowd no one acknowledged his presence he was...a non-entity it was a self-imposed exile however unintended I wanted to feel sorry for him sipping his drink in silence amidst all the...
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Truth. Thank you, Fia 😊
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Powerfully penned, Willow. Another excellent write with amazing storytelling my friend. Unfortunately power brings out the worst in humans. Almost like no one person should ever have that much power because it will corrupt them over time. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.
Damian
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It’s true. Occasionally it can be diffused. Not often though. In this case, he was a team lead who liked to flout his title from time to time. When they decided to make him a supervisor, I went to management and listed my concerns categorically. They promised to have a word with him and he changed his behavior immediately. In the end, I became his assistant for a while. He’s since left the team, but he never allowed himself to really be part of it. It was sad in a “get what you sow” kinda way. Thank you, my friend
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Thank you, Angel Louise 😊
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Read MoreIf I had a quill made of goldthat wrote of stories, new and oldcreate new dreams and fairytaleson pages carried by silver sails sketch bright flowers with bumblebeesor babbling brooks with autumn leaveswrite of sorrow pain and griefor paint a...
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Love this poem.. it’s elegant and sensual !! Well written!
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Read MoreApril 27th beginsdown the stairs,all the way long,each step a small surrender,each landing a brief negotiationbetween gravity and will. It is a descentthat feels older than you,a movement inheritedfrom every fallyou’ve ever survived. But the day does not stay low.It never...
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That last stanza
“And by the time it ends,
you realize:
you have traveled
farther inside yourself
than any map
could ever show.”
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Thanks my dear. 🌻
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“And by the time it ends,
you realize:
you have traveled
farther inside yourself
than any map
could ever show.”Brilliantly penned, PAR. Another excellent write (day) my friend. This one is definitely all about the miles traveled, journeys tend to do that it seems. Amazing read with precise imagery brother, I could picture the surroundings especially the highway. Nicely done as always. That last stanza was chef’s kiss. I concur with Fia. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Thanks, my Brother!
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PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos) posted in the group National Poetry Month
April 27th – Down, Up, Along, As If Tomorrow Didn’t Exist
April 27th begins
down the stairs,
all the way long,
each step a small surrender,
each landing a brief negotiation
between gravity and will.It is a descent
that feels older than you,
a movement inherited
from every fall
you’ve ever survived.But the day does not stay low…Read More
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Not sure I want to go inside myself that far PAR. I just might go inside so far that I see my self outside looking in. That would be a paradox, and people would say I am insane, more so than usual. So, while I enjoyed reading your poem very muchly, I think I will just sleep this 27th day of poetry away. Wake me up at 12:O1 on the 28th. (It is a…Read More
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Clock is set, my friend.
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Even after the bridge is a smoldering pile you still can not feel anything. Once its gone, it’s gone.