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Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month
Learning to swim
I dove into the ice cold pool
Sunk to the bottom
A memory immediately surfaced
I was supposed to make bubbles
Being pulled and breaking surface
I looked into fearful eyes
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Read Moredecadent voyeur secreting yourself, in dreamshidden between nightmares and poppiessewing yourself into my realityforsaken ghoul, blotting out the lightwith whispers on the windsthe restless spirits watch youthen tell me your liesindiscreet monster, with the proclivity to dineinside you sorrow...
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Imagination, makes for good books and paper scratching. Many of the great writers used pens with teeth that bit into the soul.
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hello dearerst Adagio my imagination can get me in trouble but I have to express myself the way the muse presents herself I hope no one takes it personal… thank you my friend for accepting this dark write ❤️
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Imagination is what made the ships that sail and the Odyssey.
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Your a talented writer Brenda! Such detail and precision. Great work here!! xoxxo
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thank you graciously dearest Keith ❤️you’re so kind to me my friend…
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Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month
City Peace
The wind howls through my window
The fire truck siren blares down the street
The neighbor’s heated argument is in stereo sound
The dogs whine in a pitch that rivals nails on chalk boards
Yet I cannot sleep without the city’s peace.
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The country may have its crickets, its coyotes’ howl, but this cannot match the window rattling as the EL train passes by. It’s funny how night sounds become familiar so that you can sleep. It took me a few weeks o be able to get to sleep after I moved from NYC back to PA and a more rural setting. -Curt
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Read MoreThe wind howls through my window The fire truck siren blares down the street The neighbor’s heated argument is in stereo sound The dogs whine in a pitch that rivals nails on chalk boards Yet I cannot sleep without the city’s peace.
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Background noise as a lullaby.
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Thank you, Adel it is;))
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Interesting. I recall growing up out in the country away from the city lights. The pitter patter of rain on a tin roof. The croaking of a bullfrog and symphonic chirping of crickets. The hoot of an owl. Now your poem has got me reminiscing.
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Aww that is a compliment that you are reminiscing.;))
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Beautifully penned, Fia. Excellent write my friend. Home sweet home.. Appreciate you, Cuz.
Damian
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Thak you cuz. Appreciate that Damian;))
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It’s funny how I’m disturbed by silence in my city but calmed by it when camping. I think we become in tune with our environment and are unsettled when it steps out of rhythm.
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Thank you Willow. I agree if it too quiet when I am sleeping, I feel uneasy.;))
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That’s a lot of noise but then again you are in the city. If you didn’t like all of that, you wouldn’t be living there. Cool write Fia.
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Well, grew up with all that noise. Kinda use to it. lol Thank you Vison;)
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Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month
She turns 30
Wake up to a face
Your face
The current face
Not the face you rememberMemory can distort reality
Reality is a bucket of ice water
Even the eyes change
Once showed hope is now resignedTruth is
It is not the face that is disheartening
It is the day
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thank you graciously dearrest Damian ❤️