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Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month
Some times
There are times when things should be said
Things should be done
It is met with silenceThen there are times things are done
Without thought
AutomaticallySometimes things are said because it is felt
Sometimes thing happen because it could not be held backBut there is a sometimes
That trust is broken
A wound never…Read More1 Comment -
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Powerfully penned, Fia. Excellent write with lots of layers my friend. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Chère F.,
Love it that you post more often.
And I read all of them.My favorite sentence in this poem is:
Sometimes thing happen because it could not be held back
Wish I had thought of that. It tells me that I can’t possibly control everything. A comforting thought!
I hope your Tuesday will be happy and full of inspiration.
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No way! You gotta have hope always!
Old story: There were two boys, one was a pessimist and the other an optimist. They were both put in a barn full of horse crap for a day. At the end of the day, the old man opened the door to see how the boys were doing. The pessimist was far back in the corner, on his tiptoes, complaining about all the shit and the smell. While the optimist was crouched down, frantically flinging the horse crap all over the place. The man asked that boy what was he doing. The boy said “With all this fresh horse shit, there’s gotta be a pony in here somewhere!
But anyway, your write is on point with many of the days for us all. An accurate description of the struggle for basic sanity, at least!
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redzone posted in the group National Poetry Month
Love Sonnet LXXXIV
You grab my hand, lead
me onto the floor, spin me
into your embrace, and sway
us into the music.The music slows, you pull me
closer, our bodies feel the warmth
of the rhythm and the natural passion
of bump and grind. It’s anolder tune we are dancing
to, one that held us in our
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Thanks for the info, Fia. Glad Book Con went well my friend. Thank you for all that you do for this community. Appreciate you, Cuz.
Damian
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SPRING
Only weather, never the same,
no shape, no edge, no final form.A current moving through the ground,
low and humming, without sound.The earth remembers how to lean,
from winter’s weight into green.Not arrival, only return.
The soil forgets its frozen past,
slowly breaking, vast.Rain remembers how to fall,
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And it is times like this that you just want to SCREAM!!! Far too many people in our world bear wounds that never heal, ooze pain continually. Insightful poem, Fia. -Curt