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Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
Watch Your Mouth
we weren’t allowed to curse
so she never did it herself
always setting the good example
whenever we repeated words heard…
that we were forbidden to utter…
she’d softly remonstrate…
“now now now…watch your mouth”
but I learned very early
she had an exception
if pushed to full annoyance
(a rare event – she…Read More4 Comments-
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My cousin told me to say a word in front of my mother, and I didn’t know what it meant and I got slapped. Never said that again. haha at least not to her.
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Damn the skull is an empty chalice waiting to be filled. This is so deep with hints of darkness all through it. Nicely done
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“April 7th brings the other kind:
the sharp, unsentimental forgiveness
that strips you bare,
that names your mistakes
without flinching,
that empties your skull
so something truer
can echo inside it.”Powerfully penned, PAR. Into the book it belongs! What an amazing write with a flow the moves like the wind my friend. So many excellent stanzas brother, but the one above hits like a freight train. I can relate. Excellent read. Appreciate you.
Damian
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PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos) posted in the group National Poetry Month
The Day of Empty Skulls and Full Time
April 7th rises
not like a dawn
but like a curtain being pulled back
on a stage that has been waiting
for centuries.It is the day of empty skulls,
not dead,
not forgotten,
just hollowed clean
by the slow, patient erosion
of everything that once mattered
too much.These skulls are not…Read More
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In our house it was the threat of having our mouths washed with soap if we cursed. And it only took one mouth washing to guarantee obedience to this rule. Very cool poem for day 7 of poetry month Willow -Curt