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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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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
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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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Tim this is one of my favorites of yours. Love the lyricism here the enchants and closes on a darker theme. You really wrote a poem that sparkles in my mind’s eye as I read. I could feel this in my heart and body as I read. I could see the wind blowing the marsh grass and the scene was quite amazing. You really have the gift with writing imagery that mesmerizes.
John
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Read MoreTheir heads are in the clouds. They seem to float with eyes content staring into cell phone screens, soaking up dopamine like hummingbirds hovering above nectar. I watch them, witness them on streets, benches, trains. Their moods are contemplative as they wander from here to there. Wandering down streets, meandering above the ground. They roam like clouds, seemingly unaware of...
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Powerfully penned, Tim. Excellent write with clever wordplay my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Thanks so much for the comment, Damian. 🙂
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AKA zombies. The world is tuning out more and more. Thankfully we all have us here! In a way, writing makes us leaders. Not followers. By the examples of “life” we bring in.
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Thanks so much for the comment, Styx. 🙂
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This is an amazing poem that depicts with great poetic virtuosity the modern matrix of cell phones and virtual connections that seems to replace the human element in social interaction. Truly artfully crafted poem that is as lyrical as it is mesmerizing.
John
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redzone posted in the group National Poetry Month
Poetry Day #10
I get so lost sometimes
watching as the world burns,
as centuries of Culture and
Heritage, human lives, are destroyed
for no reason other than who
will be number one among
the billions.Our world burns,
it cries for our help, our decision
to act and honor what remains
of humanity’s decency, to cast
out the i…Read More2 Comments-
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You write our thoughts so well, thank you.
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On so many levels this so the unblemished truth. And what isn’t burning is drowning. While a pocket of corrupt haves destroy everything for the have nots…and ultimately themselves
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redzone posted in the group National Poetry Month
Love Sonnet LXXXIII
Yaraa, my love for you is
radioactive, holding a life
line of ten thousand years.
Its glow shines a path onlyyou can find, and follow. My
touch can ignite the desire
that pulsates in your blood,
and frees your heart.The world may end, civilizations
crumble, oceans dry up, the sun
go nova, and space-time…Read More![Profile Photo]()
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Read MoreLAUNDROMAT SONGS "How long shall they kill our prophets as we stand aside and look?” ‑‑ Bob Marley Saturday morning, the scene's the same round and round suds and foam, round and round energetic flashes of life play, giggle, and roam. "Can I have a quarter to play video games? Hey...
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I really like this.;)
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The energy you imbued into this piece is phenomenal. From the worn and dirty to the joyful dancing fresh. You took us there and we felt part of it. Of hope
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Powerfully penned, Tim. Another excellent write with amazing imagery. Appreciate you.
Damian