linda-1 - Hello Poetry

They've been chasing me...so I stopped: Why aren't they here, I'm ready to listen! Maybe, you heard them too?

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Mar 27, 2024

Mar 27, 2024 at 7:48 PM UTC

linda-1

Miss Placed @ Sestina (4:20)

They've been chasing me...so I stopped: Why aren't they here, I'm ready to listen! Maybe, you heard them too?

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[door slamming] "I'm out of here, he yelled, I'm done!" And he left; Gone. Surrounded in the still aftermath, she sat; Silently acknowledging she'd closed the door before the noise. Enough.

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Jul 21, 2022

Jul 21, 2022 at 11:25 AM UTC

linda-1

...just a girl, with nowhere eyes

[door slamming] "I'm out of here, he yelled, I'm done!" And he left; Gone. Surrounded in the still aftermath, she sat; Silently acknowledging she'd closed the door before the noise. Enough.

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From cherry blossom pink to vivid greens, a season turns; *This, is not the first confetti covered path we've trodden*. With all our senses [not just the five] look towards those brighter, clear blue skies, my love. Watch & wait.

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Apr 25, 2022

Apr 25, 2022 at 5:25 PM UTC

linda-1

When free birds fly... (20:4) x2

From cherry blossom pink to vivid greens, a season turns; *This, is not the first confetti covered path we've trodden*. With all our senses [not just the five] look towards those brighter, clear blue skies, my love. Watch & wait.

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walking through, the burning embers of fires you started; Alone.

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May 25, 2021

May 25, 2021 at 6:43 PM UTC

linda-1

Heartbreak's like... (10w)

walking through, the burning embers of fires you started; Alone.

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In fields of golden glory, we never learn lessons... from gun metal steel grey skies, crude oil rains run red.

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Oct 31, 2020

Oct 31, 2020 at 10:42 AM UTC

linda-1

...Silently forgetting: All we needed to remember (4:20)

In fields of golden glory, we never learn lessons... from gun metal steel grey skies, crude oil rains run red.

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("hello you, are you keeping safe?) And the whole World stops, still, instantly at peace, *You... are remembering Us*. A constant which remains, when all else is in flux. ~In another time, I would not / should not reply~ *You are with me, as I am with you. Holding on, to the totally known*... How, or when, those lovely words of yours travel to find me doesn't matter; I feel you... in everything beautiful, each and every day. Always, with the heartfelt knowledge, you feel that same connection also. *So beautifully, uniquely everything, of everythingly. So rare, are we... Your face on my pillow, The moon of your smile, Those stars, the 'too many' reasons, Adventures... both wholesome, and dreamt of. Chocolate kisses. Pebbles in pockets. Pink blue sunsets. A simpler World, which fell away within a gaze. Our secrets forever safe in our perfect. bubble, so preciously protected from the storm outside*. ~We will never meet another soul, as Us~ Yet, watching such a beautiful man endure such turmoils, was so heartbreaking for your butterfly... Even if, she does understand all the reasons why you stayed... I listened to your turmoil by the sea (the chaos effect of your butterfly was rippling throughout you) We, hurt Us. And of all the 'too many' reasons, Our life...was so blissfully simple. Those times, with our children, were so precious; Reducing Us to tears [knowing our potential]. If, a butterflys' brief life was offered longevity; In a heartbeat, her wings would shine like diamond... So strong for you (& for the Us, of 6) *You would fall, & I could catch you*. **That, cannot be allowed**. *But you, my darling man, know this already... [It is not a conversation you are ready to have, there were no promises... there are no answers... the choice to let us go, was the right thing*]. Who knows where this path - this new World - leads us as our children stay closer, grow wiser, & shout louder. Perhaps, they will teach us to be braver? Perhaps. On the other side of here? Here. Where, no matter what... We do the right thing: *And where, together, we hear the echo of a cracking heart*. (**"You are adored, without question,") is all you need to hear** >send

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Jun 12, 2020

Jun 12, 2020 at 12:15 PM UTC

linda-1

Don't hit send. (unspoken poetess)

("hello you, are you keeping safe?) And the whole World stops, still, instantly at peace, *You... are remembering Us*. A constant which remains, when all else is in flux. ~In another time, I would not / should not reply~ *You are with me, as I am with you. Holding on, to the totally known*... How, or when, those lovely words of yours travel to find me doesn't matter; I feel you... in everything beautiful, each and every day. Always, with the heartfelt knowledge, you feel that same connection also. *So beautifully, uniquely everything, of everythingly. So rare, are we... Your face on my pillow, The moon of your smile, Those stars, the 'too many' reasons, Adventures... both wholesome, and dreamt of. Chocolate kisses. Pebbles in pockets. Pink blue sunsets. A simpler World, which fell away within a gaze. Our secrets forever safe in our perfect. bubble, so preciously protected from the storm outside*. ~We will never meet another soul, as Us~ Yet, watching such a beautiful man endure such turmoils, was so heartbreaking for your butterfly... Even if, she does understand all the reasons why you stayed... I listened to your turmoil by the sea (the chaos effect of your butterfly was rippling throughout you) We, hurt Us. And of all the 'too many' reasons, Our life...was so blissfully simple. Those times, with our children, were so precious; Reducing Us to tears [knowing our potential]. If, a butterflys' brief life was offered longevity; In a heartbeat, her wings would shine like diamond... So strong for you (& for the Us, of 6) *You would fall, & I could catch you*. **That, cannot be allowed**. *But you, my darling man, know this already... [It is not a conversation you are ready to have, there were no promises... there are no answers... the choice to let us go, was the right thing*]. Who knows where this path - this new World - leads us as our children stay closer, grow wiser, & shout louder. Perhaps, they will teach us to be braver? Perhaps. On the other side of here? Here. Where, no matter what... We do the right thing: *And where, together, we hear the echo of a cracking heart*. (**"You are adored, without question,") is all you need to hear** >send

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Sitting naked for respected fellows... nymph to Rubinesk: Seen,unseen I'm purest colour

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Oct 29, 2019

Oct 29, 2019 at 7:16 AM UTC

linda-1

Always, a muse (d)

Sitting naked for respected fellows... nymph to Rubinesk: Seen,unseen I'm purest colour

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Standing, with nothing: There's still so much more to give. Alone... Feelings ease, as toes are dipped, in sweet clover. Brazen, underneath starlit skies; Observe. We too, have died before. Bodies alight with heavenly fires; Intense passions igniting honest reactions. Join (and part) each atom of self, to allow flow: As saline spills, across arid plains, filling emptiness... with oceans. One single flower may bloom, in decoration of soulful beauty. Whisper our riddling... over long gone shadows'. Missing pieces together. Those need(s) of yours, or mine. We, are here... now sigh sigb s i g h s i g h s i g h S I G H S I G H sighsigh sigh

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Oct 25, 2019

Oct 25, 2019 at 7:52 PM UTC

linda-1

Once we are... This (10w x 10)

Standing, with nothing: There's still so much more to give. Alone... Feelings ease, as toes are dipped, in sweet clover. Brazen, underneath starlit skies; Observe. We too, have died before. Bodies alight with heavenly fires; Intense passions igniting honest reactions. Join (and part) each atom of self, to allow flow: As saline spills, across arid plains, filling emptiness... with oceans. One single flower may bloom, in decoration of soulful beauty. Whisper our riddling... over long gone shadows'. Missing pieces together. Those need(s) of yours, or mine. We, are here... now sigh sigb s i g h s i g h s i g h S I G H S I G H sighsigh sigh

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Upon the alabaster, crafted; An ink so deep, so everlasting. Driven hard... to let the art in; Words unspoken, sear the darkest. Beg the finish bruised *(& ****** drenched exhausted... Open to eyes: A poets soul's exalted.

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Oct 24, 2019

Oct 24, 2019 at 6:34 AM UTC

linda-1

to my old self, a rhyme

Upon the alabaster, crafted; An ink so deep, so everlasting. Driven hard... to let the art in; Words unspoken, sear the darkest. Beg the finish bruised *(& ****** drenched exhausted... Open to eyes: A poets soul's exalted.

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