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Read MoreRewriting Memories If I had turned around that night and went home I believe I would have ended up dead The guilt I held never left me alone Filling my head with never ending dread If I had turned around that night and gone...
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Powerfully penned, Wally. Another excellent write my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Read MoreLike opening a bottle of wine and letting it breathe aged from the tempest corpse a heady scent of decay in the carrion jar of our hollowed cathedral with a lingering caress of your divine worn grace mimicking the...
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That beginning gives life to this poem even though you bring attention to death. I like the turn in position
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Thank you Fia, for reading and commenting.
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Simple…but so emotional. Good one, Fia.
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Thank you , Atticus;))
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A wonderful piece of poetry Fia. This one hits home, literally.
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Thank you, Vision;))
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Yeah…so much said in this. My daughter talks of not belonging anywhere. She’s not Mexican enough for that side of her genealogy and not white enough for the other. Never accepted in either. This cataloging of labels in a stolen land is mind boggling and saddening to me
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Powerfully penned, Fia. This excellent write tells it like it is my friend. Amazingly done as always. Appreciate you, cuz.
Damian
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Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month
My Land
I was told this was home
I was given it on silver plater
They fail to tell me that I would have to steal itWords written on paper was crafted beautifully
Penmanship to die for
That was it…
The hidden messageTo die for
I can not take what is not mine
Can land really be mine
The oil and coal pillage from m…Read More2 Comments-
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In Indigenous culture and belief, no one owns the land, we inherit it and are part of it and must share and protect it, leaving it in better shape for future generations. I think this is a much better culture, belief, and morality than what we have in today’s world. I like your poem because it points to this kind of understanding. A very fitting…Read More
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Thank you Curtis;))
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Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
he knows the sound of my breath
as it catches
hovering over his words
like a hummingbird
imbibing
on the intoxicating nectar
of his expression4 Comments-
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It is special when someone Knows and Sees you.
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Truly 😊
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Beautiful: short, simple, and beautiful. HJx
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Thank you 😊
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The would have opens one mind of the possibility of things never coming to pass. This is good at making me think about all the would have’s