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Read MoreWore the devil's broken heart on her sleeve as darkening stain on unused bridal veil, filled cellar with sea water so she could become Siren and sing herself to sleep Diving from the kitchen sink believing she was swallow. Vowed to bequeath the Olympic medal to...
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Read MoreSome poems seem to writethemselves;I just move the pen.Others are like lumpsof clay;they refuse to be molded;they need moisture and time.This one is likea robin that just learnedto use its wings.It heads west, on agentle breeze, intoa tangerine sky.
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Thanks, John.
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Awesome write, Thomas. It reminds me of Tangerine trees and marmalade skies.
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Thank you, Alexandria.
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Excellent Thomas 😎👍
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Thanks, Brother.
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Beautifully penned, Thomas. Speaking facts here, excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Thanks, my friend.
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It flew though! Mine often slam into trees at least once. I love the way you gave the pen over & let it go
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Thank you, Willow.
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I agree with you, Thomas…that some poems actually write themselves, especially the ending, which I find to be quite surprising when the moment offers itself to me. I especially loved the eloquence and poetic nature of a “tangerine sky”. Wow, now why haven’t I ever thought of that? Good to have another transplant from the WC at the helm. Good seeing you, Thomas!
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Good to see you. Thanks. Hello Poetry is another fantastic site.
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Read MorePast pulses as a broken metronome syncopation of that which is ‘ere, o’er and true Trombone tomb stone, for whom the bells toll may love have been louder than bombs Can you hear colours of every drumbeat feel maudlin mandolins opening your skin?
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Beautiful. Music can take us anywhere even in the wrong direction. Myself, I love the cello and the sound of a weeping violin.
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Many thanks A. Measured out my life with song. The cello straddling a piano is deliciously sad’som
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hello dearest poet I can feel the deep resonating emotions from this poem ❤️
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Thank you Crim. Music can nail the strongest of emotions to the heart’s guts
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Dark and wonderful even if it wasn’t meant to be! Excellent write!
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Very kind. Thank you Daniel.
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Read MoreAdventures in the Skin Trade Baggage kneels heavy on our hearts late night Hotel porter lays two suitcases underneath a broken neon sign. It crackles ‘For Lost Lovers Only’ Crush my burning lips as ashes coil bed sheets into sailing knots, let's shelter in our skin...
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Oh, I remember Tiffany lol. I like the collection here.
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Thank you Fia. I believe Tiffany is still performing!
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Thomas this speaks to me of deep abiding beauty in a timeless land. The imagery of the robin just learning to use its wings taking flight on the Western wind is just sublime. Loved reading this tonight.
John