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Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
Unstable Faultlines and Explosive Boots
I saw him in the back of the room
a wide space between him and the crowd
no one acknowledged his presence
he was…a non-entity
it was a self-imposed exile
however unintendedI wanted to feel sorry for him
sipping his drink in silence
amidst all the gaiety and laughter
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Your mind might go to strange places but so does mine. They may not be the same places but that’s one of the things I love about poetry…the various ways it translates and thoughts it provokes. Thank you, Curt
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redzone posted in the group National Poetry Month
Rainbow Dreams
Today, April 26th, has arrived
with a promise of color,
of something that plays in
our mind like a whisper,
like a dream.Some dreams
are like candy apples,
sweetly coated
and soft inside;
or, like rainbows,
that rise
and fade into the sky.
And then,
there are the dreams
made of you.Those dreams,
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Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month
Not the right time
I wandered into this strange land
The beauty I have discovered
With no one to hold my hand
Only a bag and cloak to coverI did not expect to find
A place to call my own
I moved space and time
Wanting to find a homeThen I met you
My world became so small
All my world views
Mean nothing to me at allIf I…Read More
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Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
Break Out
do you exist in a cocoon…
locked up…buttoned down…
but never evolving?or do you break out…
spread wings meant for flight
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I wanna fly, Willow. I want to feel the wind on my face, taste the thrill of love, and why the crickets sing or the reason why words form into poetry. I may be old, but I ain’t dead yet. ;0) Cool poem Willow. -Curt
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As long as there’s breath, there’s still hope! Thank you, Curt
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Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month
Silence
Sit in silence
Watch and observe
They tell you things that are unspoken
As they are speakingHidden truths
Covered in a blanket of lie’s
Design to confusePracticed smiles
Paired with dead eyes
You wait…Wait to see what’s the hook
What’s the product
What’s the goalThere is only one purpose
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Such arrogance deserves to be burnt, not fading away, but excised. It’s a strange contradiction, our compassion and empathy, as it sometimes allows such arrogance to exist. It’s not that we shouldn’t have empathy/compassion, we should. But it’s in coming to understand how and when to apply it. I think it’s part of our human journey, our evolving…Read More