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PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos) posted in the group National Poetry Month
April 4th, the Compass Forgets Its Duty
The 4th takes my north,
reduces my compass
to a mere spasm of air
shivering through the half‑open window
on the left side of the house.It doesn’t steal direction violently.
No, April 4th is far too elegant for that.
It simply rearranges the wind,
tilts the light,
and suddenly every cer…Read More -
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This is the second great piece I’ve read on here today…..perhaps it’s got something to do with a bunny.
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I love that hope is a bird. It has that feeling about it of flight. Beautifully written with wonderful imagery
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Beautifully penned, PAR. Into the book it belongs! Excellent write with amazing storytelling that’s nestled in wisdom. Chef’s kiss my friend. Really love this one brother. Appreciate you.
Damian
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PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos) posted in the group National Poetry Month
When the Bird Returns to Remind Us We’re Still Human
On the 3rd,
we all see a bird coming back home
as if it had been waiting
for April’s foolishness to calm down
before daring to cross our skies again.It glides in with that effortless arrogance
only birds and very old truths possess,
cutting a clean line through the blu…Read More -
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Something about the way April Fools attracts those with sharpened words and mean thoughts out into the open for a day has always felt wrong to me. I love how you take back the arena with April 2nd, pushing those with ill intentions and bad behavior back into the shadows.
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Brilliantly penned, PAR. Excellent write that’s an amazing sequel to “April 1st” my friend. Both writes stand on their own respectively but reading them back to back is chef’s kiss brother. The contrast between the two writes is next level good. I’m a fan of both but dare I say I the sequel might be a smidgen better. Always enjoy reading your work. Appreciate you.
Damian
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PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos) posted in the group National Poetry Month
On April 2nd, When All Lies Lose Their Nerve
No lie, not even the elegant ones,
survives the arrival of April 2nd.
It comes in quietly,
feverish but polite,
like someone who knocks softly
before rearranging all the furniture in your mind.Yesterday’s mischief still clings to the air,
smelling faintly of banana peel bravado
and the k…Read More - Load More Posts
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Wow.. Love this Par”that hope is ridiculous, fragile, winged and somehow always on time.