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First, Thank You, Fia. I’m glad you liked this poem. Second, I am not sure it’s a ‘song’. I think to make it a song there would have to be a lot of editing, along with some experimentation. I am not sure I would know how to do this. The poem was written as I was listening to this Bonnie Raitt song, so besides quoting some of the lines found in that song, I think some of the rhythm of the song did find its way into the poem. But to be truthful, this was more an accident than intended.
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redzone posted in the group National Poetry Month
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Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
Unstable Faultlines and Explosive Boots
I saw him in the back of the room
a wide space between him and the crowd
no one acknowledged his presence
he was…a non-entity
it was a self-imposed exile
however unintendedI wanted to feel sorry for him
sipping his drink in silence
amidst all the gaiety and laughter
but I’d felt the brunt…Read More-
Such arrogance deserves to be burnt, not fading away, but excised. It’s a strange contradiction, our compassion and empathy, as it sometimes allows such arrogance to exist. It’s not that we shouldn’t have empathy/compassion, we should. But it’s in coming to understand how and when to apply it. I think it’s part of our human journey, our evolving…Read More
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Willow wrote a new post
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Even after the bridge is a smoldering pile you still can not feel anything. Once its gone, it’s gone.
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Powerfully penned, Willow. Another excellent write with amazing storytelling my friend. Unfortunately power brings out the worst in humans. Almost like no one person should ever have that much power because it will corrupt them over time. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.
Damian
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It’s true. Occasionally it can be diffused. Not often though. In this case, he was a team lead who liked to flout his title from time to time. When they decided to make him a supervisor, I went to management and listed my concerns categorically. They promised to have a word with him and he changed his behavior immediately. In the end, I became his assistant for a while. He’s since left the team, but he never allowed himself to really be part of it. It was sad in a “get what you sow” kinda way. Thank you, my friend
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Is this a song? It’s cool. I like it