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Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
Heave Silence
words recede
when darkness settles
and sound is heard only at the edges
muffled though they be…
silent sobs and absolute grief
louder in my senses
than gunshots and shouts of jubilation
because we all know where hate takes us
but only some will see it
guess it’s only visible…
from the barrel end of a gun
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The only way to fight hate is with love and compassion. Standing together in the face of adversity and having each other’s back.
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Yes exactly… With love always to defeat against the darkness that will not win. Good write keep it up .
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Read Morewords recede when darkness settles and sound is heard only at the edges muffled though they be... silent sobs and absolute grief louder in my senses than gunshots and shouts of jubilation because we all know where hate takes us but only some will see it guess it's...
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The title sums it up. We all know where hate takes us. We do and some try their best to stay away from it and others well…
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Others seem to relish it. Does make me wonder what deficit is within them that they think they need to fill it with hate. Thank you, Fia 😊
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Mic Drop!
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Thank you, my friend 😊
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Daddy taught me how to shoot because he said it was important to know how to protect myself if I ever needed to. He also said the first thing I needed to know was that if I’m not going to be able to use it, it will be used against me so I should probably never get one. I’ve stuck by that philosophy since that day. Thank you, Brenda 🧡
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Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
Absorbing the Cost…
when the choice is required
and compromise is not an option
do you choose to soothe your own pain?
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“takes more ink…
than currently in possession”
I have been feeling this a lot lately.
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I think it goes back to the weight of the world these days. It takes so much energy to just survive…not a lot pouring into our cups. Thank you, Fia 😊
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Feels like poetic intermission… a mist of words floating about
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Life is…a lot…these days. Intermission would be great, but who’s got the time? Thank you, Naaj 😊
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Powerfully penned, Willow. Excellent write that I can definitely relate to my friend. Inspiration is sometimes a bit of a process indeed. Chasing thoughts and having them slip away can be so frustrating. The life of a writer is kinda quirky when you think about it. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.
Damian
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The more we have on our the mind, the more jumbled it is up there. So polluted the words can’t find the exit. So they float around like wraiths on a stormy night. I’ll get my rhythm again. Just need a breather. Thank you, my friend 😊
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Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
Mistmind
words slip
in and out of thought
tickling inspirationthen drift…
overwhelmed by their source
they unravel
wisping away from graspprobably just as well…
takes more ink…
than currently in possession
let words refill the bottle
while energy supply refreshens - Load More Posts
It sounds like moment of redemption. The darkness seems to have control it all.
It talks about gunshots, shouts of jubilation over hate, and staying “triggered.” It’s that “eye for an eye” energy where the fight never ends because everyone is “just warming up” to hurt each other back.