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    The gypsy-like leaves

      They flee and fly like jostling birds - or gray moths 'round a light. They pirouette in lazy rings - while frolicking in flight.   Like gypsies, leaves will soon depart with tender thoughts for wind Soon to sweep and persevere - in lives undisciplined.   Some will scurry...

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    A bird overheard

      Upon this path - where winter greets a footpath walker's stride a robin's voice affects me so for what I hear implied.   He echoes language through the woods in words no man can say. Ensnaring thus my downcast soul to turn my thoughts his way.   I'm curious...

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    • I like how this poem captures the quiet beauty of a winter walk and turns a simple robin’s song into something almost spiritual. I feel the mix of melancholy and hope -the way the bird’s call stirs thoughts of loss, yet also hints at renewal and trying again. Beautiful

    • Beautifully penned, Tim. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • hello dearest Tim I had bluebirds in a recent poem I wonder about their symbolism mine was about love I wonder if yours is also great write ❤️

      • Bluebirds symbolize optimism and happiness. Thanks for you comment, crimsin.

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    The Road To Darkness

    The Road to Darkness     Yesterday, while sitting on the back deck, drinking my morning brew, watching the dawn emerge, the rising sun melting dew; I was staring at Winter grass and naked trees. It was there, I found myself chasing perfect memories down the woodchuck hole of life’s spirals. As...

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    • I sat on my back deck with my brew and just read this.Some of the best and worst words come together there….right?

      I enjoyed this piece.👍

      • Thanks Peter. Yes, you are right, that back deck has inspired many poems, some of them worth sharing, and others only worth a circular file (trash). I am glad you enjoyed the read, thanks muchly for your comment and visit.

    • This is chilling and deeply resonant. The way you transition from the ordinary calm of a morning brew to a dark, haunting spiral is so effective, leading right up to the sharp edge of “living in the USA.”

      ​The shift from “perfect memories” down the “woodchuck hole” into Shadowland is a brilliant and clever way to illustrate how easily we drift into isolation and self-absorption. It’s a dark and honest piece, just how I like my morning coffee. Great write!

      • Honest and dark morning coffee, that’s a great line/metaphor, RomaJ. Your next cup is on me, I’m buying. Sounds like you are familiar with that woodchuck hole, glad to see you made it out alive and not self-absorbed. Thank you for your comment.

    • This is brilliant, dear redzone, a masterpiece! Your imagery and the comparisons are very well crafted and breathtaking. There is nothing more threatening than to let the core of your being die while you are alive, and go on living unaware, merciless and without interest in the people around you.

      • Thanks Sappho (and I love that name and who she was) for your comment. And yes, I agree, we have become a nation when we avoid human suffering no matter the cost to our humanity. We have more empathy for an abused animal than we do for the genocide of Palestinian people that goes on right in front of our eyes.

    • I love, love ‘downhome” type writings. it’s my own start back in the day, so I have a fondness for what others can describe.
      You succeeded wonderfully. The core value of what you were after stays true throughout the write. So the reader can sense that too, effortlessly.
      Great stuff.

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    Saffron Symphonies

    Saffron Symphonies   Hushed cellos begin, slowly holding the notes to the strings; violins surrender to the labyrinth of no way out; a symphony of stringed voices all asking at once: how do we exist with pain, with loss?   So color me saffron, the music and poetry found in your yellow flame, the...

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