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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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Curly Grace posted in the group National Poetry Month
Orbit of His Smile
It curves like a secret folding into itself,
quiet, knowing, a soft spark
that catches the edges of my chest
and pulls me closer.
A quick inhale
a flash of light between shadows
and I am lost again in the orbit of his smile.
Tides of unspoken things rise from calm’s ruins
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That was a 1st. It didn’t hold my formatting….
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Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
Roack-a-bye, Baby
I know no other way
the weight of his absence presses
aching…waiting…
begging for his return
as nights close in
shadow draping me in yearning
the remembrance nearly blistering
moments of fierce and desperate
thundering of twin beats
throb piercing me
and I cannot…will not…forget
saturation a constant
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PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos) posted in the group National Poetry Month
A Monday of Opposites and Gravitational Longing
13th arrives
with the blunt honesty of a Monday
that refuses to disguise itself.It is a day built on opposites,
light leaning against shadow,
certainty dissolving into doubt,
the heart pulling forward
while the mind drags its feet.Everything contradicts everything.
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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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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