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Curly Grace posted in the group National Poetry Month
Unraveling
I watched the thread,
slip from my fingers,
cold as steel.I couldn’t hold the end,
or trace the start.Like a shadow in alleys,
following the hunt,
its shadow in my chest,
too swift to name.I watched the thread
through the silence.You can only sense
when nothing stirs.I felt tremors pulse
through skin, t…Read More![]()
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Curly Grace posted in the group National Poetry Month
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 More2 Comments-
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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
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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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I was just thinking the other day of all the ways of saying and meanings for unravel. This is a potent expression of it 😊