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Curly Grace posted in the group National Poetry Month
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 More2 Comments-
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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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redzone posted in the group National Poetry Month
Love Sonnet LXXIX
As I glide smoothly across
the ice, as the cold air assails
my face, I feel like I am
flying. Your faceappears under the ice, staring
up at me. You are smiling,
your hands, upturned, reach
toward me, inviting me tojoin you in the cold, wet
waters of this dream. I
fly faster, skates movinglike a blur,…Read More
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I love the chill of this poem – if you’re not a fan of Kate Bush do listen to Under Ice on The Hounds of Love album!
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Thanks HJx, for the sweet comment and for the the Kate Bush mention. I will definitely go listen. I actually do like the few songs I have heard from her. As well as her duet with Peter Gabriel on “Don’t Give Up”.
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You’re welcome – enjoy Kate! “Waking the Witch” from the same album inspired me to write Heathen, the opening tale in Basque Love Stories. It’s here on Starsrite, too, live, featuring sensational young actress Isla Furl as Julia. Enjoy!
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Such a vivid, haunting piece. I love how it moves from ice to fire with such ease. Beautifully done.
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Thanks Curly Grace. Your comment is appreciated, as are you and your poetry.
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Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
Sensory Memories
“why are you so addicted to popcorn?”
because on Saturday evenings…
when I was small…
(too young to know of more exciting things…
like theaters and urban adventures)
there was a table that became an arenawhere board games and Uno took over
and we gathered as a family…
no chores…
otherwise idle…Read More4 Comments-
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Aw, I can smell the corn popping from here – a really atmospheric poem.
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Thank you 😊 I make popcorn every week, never recapture those moments but it brings back the memories
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Willow, I make the popcorn the same way your grandmother did, 3 quart pot, melt the butter and mix. But I must confess, the popcorn goes in a big bowl and I eat it all from there. Thanks for sharing the popcorn….er… I mean the poem. ;0) -Curt
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There were a minimum of a dozen of us at that table. There would have been no room for a big bowl. I’ve never seen a bowl the size she used for the popcorn since then. I use an air popper but yes, it goes in a bowl and it’s all mine too. 😊
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Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month
Conditioned
Back aches
Feet throbs
Vision strain
Headache driving one insaneWe came up with the saying “the tough get it done”
I’m done…
We as a society, on the whole
Are charcoaled steak
Extra well, with no tenderness in sight4 Comments-
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It does feel that way, done, charcoaled. But after last Saturday, I saw hope for many reasons beyond the numbers. But it will take more than a one and done approach. It will take sustained resistance, nonviolent activity, a refusal to obey the flames of abuse, and in our millions to stop the “grilling”.
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I agree with you. Thank you
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Your poem rings so true, Fia,. Let’s hope that, one day, Society rediscovers tenderness, love, and caring about each other rather than all the squalid hatred, the foul judgement that has no place.
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I hope so…Thank you Hj
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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