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    • Sorry??

      What does the word even mean
      An apology that is supposed to be given when felt
      The word does not erase the feelings
      That absolute absurdity of it

      As a child you were made to say your sorry
      Looking in that same child’s eyes
      There is not an ounce of remorse
      Confusion
      Anger

      Adolescents are no better
      Sorry rolls off the…Read More

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      • A ‘sorry’ like this is nothing more than the ego trip to make whoever said it feel good about themselves and nothing to do with changing what they have done. To be truly sorry, takes action, means changing attitude, behavior, and not doing whatever they have done again. A good poem for day #5 of poetry month, Fia. -Curt

    • THE STORM’S EYES

      Tornado you seek
      The darkness
      I feel weak ..
      The skies in complete blackness
      Your power I’ll see all week.

      Clouds move like spilled ink
      On a grey canvas
      That I left to streak
      Brushing with slugs
      As an artist, you can’t peek.

      My art smears as the storm claims
      Bold dark colors
      Watch how it fades
      I’m happy…Read More

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    • almost

      I was gonna jump
      but I needed someone to watch
      so I waited
      and while waitin
      the moment passed
      and I forgot why I climbed
      so I came back down
      quieter than I went up

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    • The Tenth Muse Speaks: Whispers Across Lesbos

      She walks on the edge of the wind,
      voice braided with sea and olive,
      each syllable a spark struck
      from the tinder of longing.

      Island-born, where the waves fold
      like a lover’s arm,
      she counts the pulses of hearts
      as though each beat were a star.

      You burn me
      my limbs betray m…Read More

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      • Curly Grace, what a great opening line: “She walks on the edge of the wind”. While I enjoyed reading the entirety of your poem, that last verse will be remembered by me. Poets, poetry, should never be “contained” or constrained. -Curt

        • Thank you, Curt. That means a lot. I’m glad those lines stayed with you. And I agree… poetry needs room to breathe.

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