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PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos) posted in the group National Poetry Month
April 5th, Ghostships Drift Through the Mind
On the 5th,
the myth of the ghostships returns
adrift,
unhurried,
moving with the slow authority
of things that have forgotten
what it means to have a destination.They glide across the inner horizon,
full of voids and echoes
from the beginnings of time,
carrying the dust of ancient…Read More -
NAVINA posted in the group National Poetry Month
THE STORM’S EYES
Tornado you seek
The darkness
I feel weak ..
The skies in complete blackness
Your power I’ll see all week.Clouds move like spilled ink
On a grey canvas
That I left to streak
Brushing with slugs
As an artist, you can’t peek.My art smears as the storm claims
Bold dark colors
Watch how it fades
I’m happy…Read More -
twofiftythree posted in the group National Poetry Month
almost
I was gonna jump
but I needed someone to watch
so I waited
and while waitin
the moment passed
and I forgot why I climbed
so I came back down
quieter than I went up -
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Curly Grace posted in the group National Poetry Month
The Tenth Muse Speaks: Whispers Across Lesbos
She walks on the edge of the wind,
voice braided with sea and olive,
each syllable a spark struck
from the tinder of longing.Island-born, where the waves fold
like a lover’s arm,
she counts the pulses of hearts
as though each beat were a star.You burn me
my limbs betray m…Read More2 Comments-
Curly Grace, what a great opening line: “She walks on the edge of the wind”. While I enjoyed reading the entirety of your poem, that last verse will be remembered by me. Poets, poetry, should never be “contained” or constrained. -Curt
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Pretty cool poem, PAR. As I read, I felt some of the verses had the feel of a Pablo Neruda texture. April 5th is here and the poetry is honestly flowing. -Curt