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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
and soar into the night?![Profile Photo]()
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As long as there’s breath, there’s still hope! Thank you, Curt
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PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos) posted in the group National Poetry Month
April 26th – Water, Dust, and the Space Between Us
April 26th returns
like a remote memory,
one of those pale, trembling ones
that no longer knows
if it belongs to you
or to the air around you.It brings back
what it was
between the two of us,
not the words,
not the gestures,
not even the moments,
but the texture of it,
the faint…Read More![Profile Photo]()
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Read MoreI believed I could mold it—that if I kept my voice measuredand my reasons alluring, debauched, persuasive,the wrong thing would come out clean.I drank the elixir that coronates a manwithout asking where his kingdom lies,a liquid that turned appetite...
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We all figure out eventually who is in charge. Nice one.
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Thanks
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Amen, Thomas. Powerfully penned an excellent and relatable write my friend. I’ve come to that same conclusion myself. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Thank you. Much appreciated.
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Thank you.
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Wow! The depth and wisdom in this is the stuff only experience teaches and the veteran of that teaching can speak. Much respect
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Thank you, Willow.
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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