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      Bound Silence

      Bound Silence Silk breath meets shadow’s thread,knots bloom like quiet blossoms—each loop a question of surrender,each crossing, an unseen trust. The body becomes a line drawn in air,a calligraphy of stillness;every curve remembers wind,every bind teaches patience. In tension, there is music...

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      • Once I got passed the delicious picture I found something even better….your words.
        Terrific 👍

      • We read this offline and don’t know why but but we thought of Casketsharpe, not really your norm. We thought erotic at first but changed our mind preference/acceptance, tight

      • Passionately penned, S. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.

        Damian

      • You are a true poet in every sense of the word. This is so well written I felt it deep my soul. This is the perfect sensual poem that goes deep into the emotion the woman with tender and powerful depth of passion. No one does this better than you.

        John

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      Unrung Bell

      I. Forged SilenceIn a furnace of patience,bronze becomes melted memory—ore drawn from dark veins,forged in the gorge of impermanence.Each hammerbeat molds intention;flame licks the cusp of silence.Metal softens toward surrender,its glow rehearsing stillness.Hands withdraw from the heat,letting the fire...

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      In No Michi (The Way of Ink)

      I. Genesis of Ink (墨の創世)  In the lull before meaning, I waited—paper pallid as forgotten horizon.No words dared their first footfall,no quill still believed in its spill. Silence rehearsed its own exhalation,a specter of half-formed thought.Ink, my pilgrim of persistence,stirred beneath...

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      • Brilliantly penned, S. The life of a writer and her adventures, excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

        Damian

      • Libellule, this poem spoke to me to the depth of a quiet when the poem discovers itself as you write. The truly felt like a spiritual exploration of the words born out of silence. There is so much here that took me into the quiet to experience in a brief time how the muse awakened to a quiet space that felt like a butterfly to me hovering and feeling the resonance the Japanese poetry Basho felt in his famous haiku. But your poem took me even deeper into that soundless resonance that only a poet of your spirit that take the reader into.

        John

    • Cavemans Breakfast

      I long to be a caveman,at least for just a day.To crawl out of my stinking cave every morning and enjoy a cavemans breakfast 'a piss and a good look round'.I long to be a caveman, at least for...

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      • Now that is a thought. No distractions other than living your life. Very, very simple life

      • What I write! And done on the toilet! Lol
        This is quite the masterpiece. I enjoyed all the back and forth. Like reading a tennis match.
        Caveman vs the 21st century.
        Well done!

        Loved the ending!

      • I am somewhat jealous; my toilet poetry is usually flushed because of the brown streaks. You write of the ying and yang of individualism, the brown streaks versus what once was. We humans have lost touch with our origins. We once made cave art, danced and howled at the moon; where it was women who ruled the campfires. And in some ways, we were more intelligent than we are today. We could talk to animals and create myths about the formations in stars. We will never get back to this, but I do think we can create a society where we once again talk to animals and reach for the stars.

        Your poem is thought-provoking and appreciated. Thanks for the share.
        -Curt/redzone

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      why tell

      College first and competitive, too many conquests tried me: I gave little but smiled a lot!  Clothes a la charity shop became popular, its volunteers who ran them admired the flat-breasted touch of my body! That meant I had...

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      • Emma, this is a well narrated story of the history of your writer’s life where college took you. This glimpse into the past was quite stimulating to read. I loved how the life events unfolded and reading this story that felt like an entry for a memoir.

        John

      • Many thanks, you found the thread running through time and kindly accepted the truth of my words. There is a future to come but with pauses for self reflection. More than that, I don’t know yet! Patience or adventure!?

      • I just found this… Oh! You write, such indigo between lines.

      • weirdly, this reminds me of someone that i used to love, from afar.

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