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Read MoreLove Sonnet LXXVII The road is pockmarked with craters caused by bombs and rain. I travel this highway in search of my home and you. But, Yaraa, it’s a long way home, and I’m tired, full of spiraling pain, seeing too much death scattered along the roadside; rotted...
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redzone posted in the group National Poetry Month
IN SEARCH OF CONSCIOUSNESS
I want to hear the sky speak
of birds flying,
of being blue.
Hear of the Sun’s solar flares
and its encompassing heat.
I want to hear the sky mention
the Earth’s crying rivers
sing the songs of understanding.
So why do they want me
Comatose?
Insane?
Confused about where
we have come from?
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I want to…Read More1 Comment-
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Questions! Questions! Questions! Brilliantly posed, HJx
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Simple…but so emotional. Good one, Fia.
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Thank you , Atticus;))
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A wonderful piece of poetry Fia. This one hits home, literally.
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Thank you, Vision;))
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Yeah…so much said in this. My daughter talks of not belonging anywhere. She’s not Mexican enough for that side of her genealogy and not white enough for the other. Never accepted in either. This cataloging of labels in a stolen land is mind boggling and saddening to me
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Powerfully penned, Fia. This excellent write tells it like it is my friend. Amazingly done as always. Appreciate you, cuz.
Damian
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Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month
My Land
I was told this was home
I was given it on silver plater
They fail to tell me that I would have to steal itWords written on paper was crafted beautifully
Penmanship to die for
That was it…
The hidden messageTo die for
I can not take what is not mine
Can land really be mine
The oil and coal pillage from m…Read More2 Comments-
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In Indigenous culture and belief, no one owns the land, we inherit it and are part of it and must share and protect it, leaving it in better shape for future generations. I think this is a much better culture, belief, and morality than what we have in today’s world. I like your poem because it points to this kind of understanding. A very fitting…Read More
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Thank you Curtis;))
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Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
he knows the sound of my breath
as it catches
hovering over his words
like a hummingbird
imbibing
on the intoxicating nectar
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It is special when someone Knows and Sees you.
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Truly 😊
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Beautiful: short, simple, and beautiful. HJx
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Thank you 😊
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this leaves me a bit sad about what happening around the world. The bomb leaving there notice that they were there. Nicely written