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Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
Depends What Matters…
I don’t know if it’s a society thing…
or what
but this standard that directs us to follow a specified path
you meet…you marry…pop out a few kids
never forgetting the coveted white picket fenceI have a question…
what if that pattern…
isn’t really one size fits all…I think of all the miserable…Read More
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PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos) posted in the group National Poetry Month
The House Where the World’s Bugs Gather
April 28th arrives
as an infested house,
a structure trembling
under the soft, relentless weight
of everything that crawls,
buzzes,
flutters,
or insists on existing
in the cracks of the world.It is not one kind of bug.
It is all bugs,
every species the ending world
has ever whispered into b…Read More -
Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month
Just Think
Walking in with a smile
Feeling light as if at this very moment was the bestWalking in with a frown
Feeling pulled down and weary as if gravity has a vendettaA tune comes to mind
“Don’t worry be happy”A tune comes to mind
“Everybody hurts”Open the window
A beautiful butterfly fly inOpen the window
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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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Hi Willow, you have packed a lot into your poem. At its heart is the recognition of individuality, as opposed to individualism. We arrive in many different shapes and colors as well as temperaments. For me, it is a social matter, the traditions that arise out of society based on oppression, of class and social distinction and hierarchy, that…Read More