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Leigh Goodwin
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🌿 Poet✒️

🌲 Pacific NW 🌲🌲🌙



[banner art: Radim Schreiber]
Pinned
With thick strokes of ink the sky fills with rain.

Pretending to run for cover but secretly praying for more rain.

The sky is a bowl of dark water, rinsing your face.

I am a dark bowl, waiting to be filled.

I am the rain.

#poem excerpt: Kazim Ali
#art David Hockney

#resist
February 17, 2026 at 4:19 AM
Be a bud
sitting quietly on the hedge.

Stand here.
There is no need to depart.

💠

#poem excerpt: Thich Nhat Hahn
#art Dorothy Dodd

#resist
February 17, 2026 at 4:12 AM
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what a good house
the sparrow is delighted with
millet at the back door

#haiku poems of Matsuo Basho between 1684-1688
translator: Jane Reichhold
#micropoetry
February 17, 2026 at 3:00 AM
February 15, 2026 at 11:22 PM
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You cannot buy the revolution. You cannot make the revolution. You can only be the revolution. It is in your spirit, or it is nowhere.
February 15, 2026 at 5:30 AM
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Hot Potato Poetry Challenge ✍️

i see a book
pages flipping in a breeze
i see a mouth
with sunlight pouring out
the light of your words
whispered on the solar winds

#♡ᝰ.🖋️ #photons

@bookish33.bsky.social
Your prompt is "birds"
Change it to a new one and pass it on! #poempass #poetry
Hot Potato Poetry Challenge ✍️

A burning rhyme, a heavy heat,
Tossed before the final beat.
My palm is scorched, I pass the flame
Quick! Or you’ll be left with blame.

@readingraindoe.bsky.social
Your prompt is "photons"
Change it to a new one and pass it on!
#poempass #poetry
February 15, 2026 at 6:09 AM
#art Sabinche
#haiku #micropoem
snowdrops

#resist
February 14, 2026 at 11:03 PM
dear friends —

I love you.

Thank you
for the love you make,

for the hands held out
one to another,

words & worlds
shared, across this

our silent
beautifully singing air.

💙✨️

#poem L.C. Goodwin
#art Susan Napper-LeDuc

#HappyValentinesDay
February 14, 2026 at 10:59 PM
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War as a moral metaphor is limited, limiting, and dangerous. By reducing the choices of action to “a war against” whatever-it-is, you divide the world into Me or Us (good) and Them or It (bad) and reduce the ethical complexity and moral richness of our life to Yes/No, On/Off.
February 14, 2026 at 5:30 AM
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quiet aisle—
my fingers trail
over book spines

#haiku
February 14, 2026 at 7:20 AM
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It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.
February 14, 2026 at 7:30 AM
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valentine’s day~
the shopkeeper wraps my book
in pink paper

#haiku
February 14, 2026 at 7:33 AM
How can I explain
the sunlight stippling your face in the early morning?

Why not believe that the eye throws its own light,
that seeing illuminates
the world?

❄️☀️❄️

#poem excerpt: Nick Lantz
#art Yayi

#resist
February 14, 2026 at 5:42 AM
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moonrise at sunset --
the storyteller enters
the story

#UnknownFairyTales #haiku
February 14, 2026 at 12:17 AM
Love in the open hand, no thing but that,
Ungemmed, unhidden, wishing not to hurt,

As one should bring you cowslips in a hat
Swung from the hand, or apples in her skirt,

I bring you, calling out as children do:
"Look what I have!—And these are all for you."

#poem excerpt Millay
#art Gudrun Sjödén
February 14, 2026 at 1:57 AM
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moonlit garden~
the crow hides a diamond
under the roses

#UnknownFairyTales
February 13, 2026 at 10:22 AM
In this, our reality,
the unbearable, the Unreality
is LIES.
So very many lies.

The weight of them bears
on the heart, the lungs
till collapse seems only relief.

Let us name what we see:
Dept of War Crimes
Dept of InJustice
Traitor In Chief.

Children not protected
but prey.

We can only #resist.
A man can endure the entire weight of the universe for eighty years. It is unreality that he cannot bear.
February 13, 2026 at 1:52 PM
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February 13, 2026 at 12:36 PM
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But we're all walking in the night, now, on ground we don't know. When the day comes we may know where we are, or we may not.
February 13, 2026 at 1:30 PM
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the shape of a cloud
the holy spirit passing
through white birch branches
February 12, 2026 at 10:44 PM
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wheat field ablaze—
joy asking
for a body
#haiku #poetry
February 12, 2026 at 2:49 PM
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Zooming into #FlyDay!

📷 Martin Abbess
February 13, 2026 at 8:01 AM
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bright bright sunlight
makes its way
into our bodies~
spring
February 13, 2026 at 9:07 AM
O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,

How can we know the dancer from the dance?

💃

#poem excerpt: Yeats
#art
Ballerina ~ John Lavery
Little Girl ~ Douglas Casey

#resist
February 13, 2026 at 7:26 AM
There is no story behind it.
It is split like a second.
It hinges around itself.

It is pinned down to no past.
It's a pun on the present.

It's a butterfly.
it opens before it closes
and it closes before it o

where is it?

🦋

#poem excerpt: Arun Kolatkar
#art Waiting for Sunshine: Petar Sabol
February 13, 2026 at 7:18 AM