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Crimsin wrote a new post
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This reads almost like an invocation, a chant of summoning. Much enjoyed this. As Brandon said, it invites rereading 🧡
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Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write with dark undertones my friend. I concur with Willow and Brandon. Amazing read. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Poetspeak wrote a new post
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There’s nothing fun about being ghosted. I’ve learned to move on if I sense any games being played. Detachment is a hard lever to pull, but is often necessary.
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Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
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 arenawhere board games and Uno took over
and we gathered as a family…
no chores…
otherwise idle…Read More4 Comments-
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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
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Willow wrote a new post
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It’s good to have memories like that. Sometimes – when memories are triggered – you can’t help but be reminded of those carefree times when life was a little more magical and joyous.
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We can relate to this piece. There was a poetess on dup that was super at these type pieces also. We don’t remember her name only that she reminisce often on earlier happier times, kinda like Styxian. We like his pieces also.
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Beautifully penned, Willow. Another excellent write filled with ripe nostalgia my friend. I definitely remember board games and cards and to the point that there were always amazing snacks. My dad used to make fresh Carmel Corn when we’d have a movie night. It’s the little things in those sweet memories we hold on to most. Amazing read as always. Thanks for sharing. Appreciate you.
Damian
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I sometimes think farm folk and country folk have the most rich lives in terms of special moments. When everything stops so we can have these evenings, it makes them all the more precious. And my dad was a master at cheating playing Connect Four and loved Uno like nobody I know. We knew when he was about to lay some ornery on us because he’d grin like crazy and giggle. He never could have played poker. 😂 Thank you, my friend
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Poetspeak wrote a new post
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This pic is spring in all her glory, yes the birds in the trees, but also all of the other beautiful blooms and emotions of this season. Another tight one dude
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Awesome painting, Speak. Thanks for sharing your other creative works. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian
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The last line lands in a way that makes you want to reread this again, and let it linger. This caught my breath.