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Fia Naturie wrote a new post
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Read MoreWhen days are punctuated with a swirl of a penAnd breaths are held waitingfor the moment that thoughtand reality becomes one Somewhere in my twilight mindWords were written and sentOn wings translucent and etherealSummoning you to me You never answerAs I...
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I agree with you, thank you
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Sometimes it feels like certain people are drawn into your life for different reasons, not always for communication or connection, but for maybe even deeper philosophical meanings than even those can provide (I recommend all the Stoics, of course) It always pays to patient…and observant. Good form and thoughtfulness.
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Thank you and yes certain people are drawn into your life for different reasons.;))
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Brilliantly penned, Fia. Always dig your musings my friend. Appreciate you, cuz.
Damian
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Thank you ;))
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A very striking and succinct piece. A fire burns in these verses.
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Thank you, James;))
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Your writing always conveys your emotions very precisely, emotionally. I mean this: many thanks for sharing what appear to be deep, deep feelings. Can only hope that time will lessen the pain felt as soon as can, Fia.
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Thank you emmagreen ;))
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This felt like a travelling within the mind and being trapped.
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Ok.
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Read More“A foul mouth bitch is worse than a car wreckThat’s why a fist or a dick sometimes need to put them in check, “Disrespect in any form a motherfucka can never let rideSo like an icy street that...
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Read MoreThere is a Cheyenne word for the act of preparing the mouth to speak like the moment cloud guts open above plains, before damnation floods Hinged, beneath the softest decibels Alzheimer smiles prevented our lips from moving Our hearts stopped for one thousandth of a second, sisters...
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A haunting, beautifully layered meditation on loss, memory, and ritual. The imagery is vivid and intimate, moving effortlessly between grief, remembrance, and fleeting moments of connection. The poem lingers like smoke, both tender and unflinching.
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I genuflect to the beautiful reply and inherent kindness. Heartfelt thanks Roma. Never really been able to articulate losing them in the same week. There was a joint funeral and I was tasked with supplying the epitaph and music. They travelled to ash to the disco thrum of Abba! Mum would have loved that.
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I have done a fair amount of cursing in my day, Fia.
But the muse turns a blind ear.
j.