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Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
What Isn’t Heard
there’s a vastness…
you can’t even fathom…
a universe you can’t imagine…
within the realm of silencestories untold
realities unexpected
contemplative reflection
pain unspokeneverything locked inside a vacuum
where the wall of it…
can hold someone hostage
a victim of their own thoughtsyou can’t…Read More
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I didn’t have a choice on writing this. It’s been much on my mind of late. That deafening, heart-rending silence unheard from outside. Thank you for hearing it with me, Curt
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PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos) posted in the group National Poetry Month
Concordant Discord, Discordant Concord
April 19th wakes up
already arguing with itself.
It stretches, yawns,
and immediately disagrees
with the way the light enters the room.But then,
in a twist only April could have invented,
it agrees
to disagree
as long as the disagreement
keeps agreeing
with the deeper, quieter truth
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Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month
Peace not Granted
Oh come to me sacred peace
Unknowingly they participated
Volumes reaching levels unprecedentedOh, come to me in sweet silence
For one more vowel of consonant spoken
I will meet the judge and juryI see my end near…
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PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos) posted in the group National Poetry Month
18, The Nervous Breakdown of the Month
April 18th does not walk in.
It bursts.
It arrives trembling,
breathing too fast,
eyes wide,
hands shaking
as if it has been running
from itself all night.This is the day of the nervous breakdown,
the day when the month
finally admits
it has been faking composure
since the…Read More![Profile Photo]()
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Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
Carried Away
neglected winds howled their fury
blowing through a door ajar…
startled…
she dropped to cower…
piercing chill burning
skating across thundering veinssudden silence filled empty pockets
scoured sterile by the pain
tomorrow has no meaning
the past has gone awayfrozen fists slowly opened
letting go…
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Yes, I can hear that silence. It’s the silence of a mother whose son has been cut down in a gang war or a war in a foreign country. Or the anguish of needing formula for our kids but no money to buy it. It’s the search for decent work, but not enough education to get it. Its the cries of children hiding under desk when the gunman came to school.…Read More