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>When the once good friend, fades away,
The stars are dancing a cold ballet,
When one sees it all, but still is blind,
With no hope or strength, to slay the mind.

<a href="https://hive.blog/hive-174578/@jianna/battle-my-poetry">Battle</a> by @jianna has a strong sense of rhythm and rhyme, and the emotions of their poem hits deep in the solar plexus. 

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>Cities will fall to
Crumbling stone
Trees shall reclaim what
Was once home
Battles rage on in
Fire and in bone

<a href="https://hive.blog/hive-170798/@letalis-laetitia/the-misty-early-morning">The Misty Early Morning</a> by @letalis-laetitia expresses a steadfastedness in a decaying world with a beautifully repeating chorus and fabulous imagery. 


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>So, what does it feel like
to be grounded, globally

<a href="https://hive.blog/hive-174578/@yahialababidi/corona-verses-written-just-now">Corona Verses</a> by @yahialababidi is fascinating in the face of a lot of people acting like children about the stay at home order. We are starting a poetry unit digitally with my students, and I'm tempted to use this with them so that we can talk about the extended metaphor and implications. 


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>And they stop watching his lips. Their minds drift with the sounds. Above the orchestra. Above the stage. Above their own heads. Ceilings give way to clouds in a puffy night sky. Bright horizons from all that light pollution. Doesn’t matter. It’s beautiful anyway.

<a href="https://hive.blog/hive-161155/@improv/flute-5minutefreewrite">Flute</a> by @improv is such a beautifully written slice of life flashfiction, a little vacation from the current world where you can float on an ocean of music. 

<a href="https://hive.blog/poetry/@revivemyheart/consumida-dos-poemas-oscuros-para-un-alma-pura">Comsumida</a> by @revivemyheart is in Spanish, but take a second to translate it if you have the opportunity. I love her work in both languages. This piece is especially strong in it's use of the candle metaphor for a person who is strong for others. 

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