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Apache Moon
As I spread out my bedroll
atop the high mesa,
the aroma of pine and pinon
surround the air
and sear the rabbit
roasting over the open flame.As I settle into the bedroll,
and looking skyward, I
am greeted by the infinity
of glittering stars,
and the rising Apache Moon.As the legend goes,
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Read MoreIt feels like such a shameall that laughter, conversation,all those ordinary afternoons together. They just lowered him into the groundlike a basket of rotting bread,carefully, as if it still mattered. I hate death.He’s so selfish -he arrives already decided,and leaves everything...
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Wow, that sounds awful. Even animals can be unobservant to their young, I guess. Thanks for the comment, Crimsin.
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This is deep.
Death is unfair and painful for loved ones. It absolutely feels unfinished.
Great perspective Tim.-
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Thank you my pretty friend. 🙂
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Powerfully penned, Tim. Another great write my friend. We all fear death. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Thanks so much, Damian.
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redzone posted in the group National Poetry Month
Morning Coffee Thoughts
As the sun rose
on a calm summer morning,
and I faced the four directions,
asking for balance,
understanding,
and grandmother’s wisdom,
the Hawk circled
then landed on the Elm
down by Willow Creek.I thought at first
it was looking for its morning meal,
but it turned in my direction,
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It’s beautiful… Definitely relaxing to read and vision. ❤️
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Thinking of humanity as so small in the cosmos is both humbling and strangely empowering. For all that we are miniscule in the vastness, we can achieve so much through compassion.
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Read MoreThere's a big old steel gate around her graveThough It makes no difference - crypt or cave'Cause clocks won't tell the time of dayTo those that sleep in dirt or clay. It's dark - it's deep - what's small will...
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this picked at my claustrophobic side very dark I myself want an ocean send off so I can be sand great write ❤️
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Interesting comment, Crimsin. Thank you.
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I’m digging dark Tim!
These two stanzas build quite the image and feeling.
Truly enjoyed this other side of your writing:)-
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Thanks very much, Adelly. Much appreciated. 🙂
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Well this is interesting! I love the tie in with her as the subject header. It’s a tight rhyme scheme, very clever.
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I appreciate your comment, Styx. Thank you.
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Cleverly penned, Tim. Excellent write with amazing flow my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Thank you my friend. 🙂
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Read MoreThe windwill not stop sighing—soft, insistent, foreign—hour upon hour... It runs the fields,threads through trees,hissing night into day. It summons—warns—whispers somethingI cannot,alone,perceive. The wind will not stop sighingas it slides over cold, sullen waters,bending brown marsh grass low,imploring the roaming thrushes—some sharp,...
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Powerfully penned, Tim. Another excellent write with amazing imagery. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Thank you, Damian. 🙂
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I am sighing with the wind. this is lovely and soft
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Thanks so much for your thoughts, Fia.
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hauntingly written dearest Tim the trees know what it says ❤️
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Thanks Crimsin. 🙂
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One can never cage the wind. Can’t silence it. We can cover our ears but it carries on. That’s strength and resilience there. Unstoppable. Nicely done!
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Thank you Willow. Much appreciated.
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We have been expecting rain all week. We get the dark clouds over head but no wind came.
The wind came today and brought the rain.
It gives you signs and warnings in its own way/voice.
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Thanks for your thoughts, Adelly. Much appreciated.
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Here, three days of high winds, no rain. But 30 mph plus winds. It’s invigorating, except when you’re trying to sleep and stuff is moving around outside. LOL
Exceptional write, Tim. We all can relate, yet you nailed the descriptive nature of it. Excellent.-
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I’m the same way. I hate wind when I’m trying to sleep and it feels like the house is going to fall down. Thank you, Styx.
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I’m with you dearest Tim I hate death, the look of it, the feelings it brings the unfairness, I was watching a nature program about a grizzly cub and it’s mom she led him high into the snowy mountains but the incline was too steep for the cub he tried so many times to follow her just to land on the rocks below to die it made me cry it was unfair… great write ❤️