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Read Moredarkened understanding talk to meinside my solemn skygrey as slate and cold toothe blue of the moment shine throughbeside myself with griefmy soul seek to hidedeep within the crevices of midnightnothing to shine no mirrors to glarewith great trepidation,...
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hello dearest Brandon good afternoon thank you graciously I usually don’t like to share these it touched my heart you found beauty even here❤️
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hello dearest Damian depression is that heavy feeling I really don’t like to write about it but sometimes it’s just there thank you my friend for bearing with me ❤️
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PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos) posted in the group National Poetry Month
The Old Man at the Window and the Immortal Cats
April 8th arrives
with the hush of a page
that turns itself.In the big window
the one that frames the world
like a painting too honest to sell
an old man sits,
chewing a piece of old bread
as if time itself
were something he could soften
with patience.He does not speak.
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Read Moresleep... we parted company...for the most part a while ago snatches of nap here and there but a full night's sleep? ...very rare disrupted by dreams and thoughts as I stare at the ceiling and toss maybe it's only my imagination (but I somehow doubt it) the world feels... heavier? more dense? and...
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Not just you. I am laying here reading this at 4 in the morning. Maybe that’s why I love this write. Well done.
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Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
Atmospheric Compression
sleep…
we parted company…for the most part
a while ago
snatches of nap here and there
but a full night’s sleep?
…very rare
disrupted by dreams and thoughts
as I stare at the ceiling
and tossmaybe it’s only my imagination
(but I somehow doubt it)
the world feels…
heavier?
more dense?
and…Read More2 Comments-
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I think your poem speaks to something very true Willow. There is a definite compression in the air in these times (and for many for a very long time before this). But especially today, there is the feel of the walls pressing in, everything is hunkering down trying to find a safe place to live in. This is no way for human beings to live. -Curt
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No way at all for us to live. Thank you, Curt
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Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month
The Seagulls
The cry of seagulls
Has me longing to return
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This was beautiful, deep, and sad. An excellent read. Anyone who has experienced these feelings, knows these words too well. Thank you for sharing.