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Read MoreSomewhere in the dim-lit glow of a dive bar’s last call, a slow-drag, low-sway, haunted kind of blues, spun by fingers that vanished but never quite lose. A jukebox hums a tune that wasn’t programmed at all— The bartender...
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Read MoreI. 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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Read MoreA spectral wail, a cold and hollow soundThe tea kettle hissed a tune of pure despairAnd plates and glasses slid across the groundA phantom draft did stir a maiden's hairOf plaster saints, now chipped and hollow-eyedWhile in the corner,...
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yow!
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Thank you, Jim.
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Read MoreI. 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
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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
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Read MoreI 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
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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!
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Thank you Adelphina….toilet poetry isn’t always bad…. lol
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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.
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Thanks Curt for your comment.
I’m going to the bathroom soon to think about Opposites.
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Beautifully penned, S. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian