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Curly Grace posted in the group National Poetry Month
Dust Before the Storm
The warning didn’t come
with sirens or lights.It came quietly,
a shift in the air,
a stillness settling
like dust before a storm.The horses grew restless,
pacing the fence line,
ears toward something
I could not yet see.Even the cows
lifted their heads,
watching the horizon
as if it held
an answer I…Read More![]()
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people are stubborn, Curly Grace. Ignore, avoid and then find someone else to blame when reality slaps them upside the head. Cool poem and love the art work as well. -Curt
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Powerfully penned, Brandon. Another excellent write chalked full of honesty my friend. Muses are fickle sometimes that’s for sure. I can relate to this one. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Thank you Damian!
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Damian took my sentiment. Muses can be a righteous pain in the ass sometime. (He said it nicer. lol) Nicely done
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Thank you Fia!
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Ooof, I have been there! When she refuses to show, we’re left high and dry. Pun intended. Perfectly executed
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Thank you Willow!
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hello dearest Brandon this is very powerful honestly I feel helpless to the future and presnt great write ❤️
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Thank you Crimsin. I always appreciate you stopping by.
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![Profile picture of Damian DeadLove]()
Powerfully penned, Brandon. Excellent write with lots of layers my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Thank you Damian. Always a pleasure!
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redzone posted in the group National Poetry Month
Diversity
Being a city boy
with Native roots,
I have always loved the feel
of cool, dew-laden grass
licking my toes;
the scent of pine needles
on the forest floor;
the way a blue butterfly
will sometimes land
on your outstretched hand.
As I wrap all these thoughts
inside my heart,
I begin to see the balance of life.
We are, all of…Read More3 Comments-
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Very good…. I love this part the way a blue butterfly
will sometimes land
on your outstretched hand.
As I wrap all these thoughts… A beautiful metaphor.. like if a butterfly can sense our thoughts . I do feel they sense those things too. Nice work… Keep it up-
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Thanks Navina, I am glad you found this poem enjoyable. It means a lot and I appreciate your comment
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Of course .. poetry is always good to read. My mind is always thinking so I write it down haha.
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Curly Grace wrote a new post
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Read MoreNot just the kind that fogs glass,the kind that lingerseven after the water stops,curling into my skinlike it refuses to leave. A drop slid over my shoulder,and my breath caught, sharp, shallow,a tremor I did not try to hide.The heat...
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Breaking my shy rule here. This one just stopped me in my tracks. Speechless and searching for something cold to drink.
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Beautiful, made me think of Dorothy in Kansas . Lovely write keep it up❤️