Leigh Goodwin
@leighgoodwin.bsky.social
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🌿 Poet✒️
🌲 Pacific NW 🌲🌲🌙
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[banner art: Radim Schreiber]
🌿 Poet✒️
🌲 Pacific NW 🌲🌲🌙
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[banner art: Radim Schreiber]
Pinned
I broke my thigh bone getting into bed.
No fall, nothing. Just lifted my leg off the floor & it snapped.
Surgery, permanent rod through the bone, months of PT, etc.
So much stupid.
No fall, nothing. Just lifted my leg off the floor & it snapped.
Surgery, permanent rod through the bone, months of PT, etc.
So much stupid.
What's the most ridiculous way you ever hurt yourself? I got out of the tub, skidded in water and tripped over the toilet. Ankle sprain.
😅
😅
January 6, 2026 at 8:38 AM
I broke my thigh bone getting into bed.
No fall, nothing. Just lifted my leg off the floor & it snapped.
Surgery, permanent rod through the bone, months of PT, etc.
So much stupid.
No fall, nothing. Just lifted my leg off the floor & it snapped.
Surgery, permanent rod through the bone, months of PT, etc.
So much stupid.
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a velvet bed of moss
the cool embrace of loam
and your lips
the scent of rain
upon that distant stone
#♡ᝰ.🖋️
#poetrysky
#poetry #poem
#blueskypoets
#micropoetry
the cool embrace of loam
and your lips
the scent of rain
upon that distant stone
#♡ᝰ.🖋️
#poetrysky
#poetry #poem
#blueskypoets
#micropoetry
January 6, 2026 at 6:39 AM
a velvet bed of moss
the cool embrace of loam
and your lips
the scent of rain
upon that distant stone
#♡ᝰ.🖋️
#poetrysky
#poetry #poem
#blueskypoets
#micropoetry
the cool embrace of loam
and your lips
the scent of rain
upon that distant stone
#♡ᝰ.🖋️
#poetrysky
#poetry #poem
#blueskypoets
#micropoetry
So much of any year is flammable,
only the things I didn’t do
crackle after the blazing dies.
~ Naomi Shihab Nye, from 'Burning The Old Year'
If ever a year cried out for burning—
if ever a mountain of rage for avalanche
if ever despair undesired piled higher
1/3
only the things I didn’t do
crackle after the blazing dies.
~ Naomi Shihab Nye, from 'Burning The Old Year'
If ever a year cried out for burning—
if ever a mountain of rage for avalanche
if ever despair undesired piled higher
1/3
January 2, 2026 at 7:44 AM
So much of any year is flammable,
only the things I didn’t do
crackle after the blazing dies.
~ Naomi Shihab Nye, from 'Burning The Old Year'
If ever a year cried out for burning—
if ever a mountain of rage for avalanche
if ever despair undesired piled higher
1/3
only the things I didn’t do
crackle after the blazing dies.
~ Naomi Shihab Nye, from 'Burning The Old Year'
If ever a year cried out for burning—
if ever a mountain of rage for avalanche
if ever despair undesired piled higher
1/3
The rain this morning falls
I can smell
the grass again, and the torn leaves
being eased down into the mud.
Today I want
to resolve nothing.
I only want to walk
a little longer in the cold
blessing of the rain,
and lift my face to it.
#poem Kim Addonizio,
from ‘New Year's Day’
#art Irinez
I can smell
the grass again, and the torn leaves
being eased down into the mud.
Today I want
to resolve nothing.
I only want to walk
a little longer in the cold
blessing of the rain,
and lift my face to it.
#poem Kim Addonizio,
from ‘New Year's Day’
#art Irinez
January 2, 2026 at 7:24 AM
To the New Year
With what stillness at last
you appear in the valley
your first sunlight reaching down
to the hush of the morning
1/2
With what stillness at last
you appear in the valley
your first sunlight reaching down
to the hush of the morning
1/2
January 2, 2026 at 7:22 AM
To the New Year
With what stillness at last
you appear in the valley
your first sunlight reaching down
to the hush of the morning
1/2
With what stillness at last
you appear in the valley
your first sunlight reaching down
to the hush of the morning
1/2
when the new year
came out of nowhere
and peeped into rooms
it was so flattered to find
all the tv's drinking its health
praising its innocent appearance
it responded with its warm
dark smile and went round
filling people's dry hearts
with joy
#poem Rg Gregory
#art Jeffrey Hull
#resist
came out of nowhere
and peeped into rooms
it was so flattered to find
all the tv's drinking its health
praising its innocent appearance
it responded with its warm
dark smile and went round
filling people's dry hearts
with joy
#poem Rg Gregory
#art Jeffrey Hull
#resist
January 2, 2026 at 7:19 AM
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January 2, 2026 at 1:32 AM
Choose kindness, not only to others, but to ourselves
💛💛💛✨️
💛💛💛✨️
Funny New Year’s resolutions are great, but I think the best I’ve ever heard is the person whose resolution was to be more comfortable. If something was lowkey bugging them, fix it instead of putting up with it. Use the softer towel, wear the nicer socks. If something hurt, take a fucking Tylenol.
January 1, 2026 at 8:42 PM
Choose kindness, not only to others, but to ourselves
💛💛💛✨️
💛💛💛✨️
Contrariwise, I know
myself endlessly ancient—
my stardust molecules
have traveled farther than
night's starlight could ever see—
but she is fresh & precious
as a new-fallen joy
#HappyNewYear
myself endlessly ancient—
my stardust molecules
have traveled farther than
night's starlight could ever see—
but she is fresh & precious
as a new-fallen joy
#HappyNewYear
January 1, 2026 at 8:39 PM
Contrariwise, I know
myself endlessly ancient—
my stardust molecules
have traveled farther than
night's starlight could ever see—
but she is fresh & precious
as a new-fallen joy
#HappyNewYear
myself endlessly ancient—
my stardust molecules
have traveled farther than
night's starlight could ever see—
but she is fresh & precious
as a new-fallen joy
#HappyNewYear
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January 1, 2026 at 5:48 PM
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moon of the morning
ghosts itself out of the blue
shimmered to nothing
ghosts itself out of the blue
shimmered to nothing
December 31, 2025 at 11:23 PM
moon of the morning
ghosts itself out of the blue
shimmered to nothing
ghosts itself out of the blue
shimmered to nothing
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Miss Havisham’s veil
the rain that never reached us
falling on far fields
the rain that never reached us
falling on far fields
December 30, 2025 at 11:01 PM
Miss Havisham’s veil
the rain that never reached us
falling on far fields
the rain that never reached us
falling on far fields
Love
seems to flood the fields, and gild the air —
Ah, when we need love most, and weep, when all is dark,
Love is a pinch of ashes gray, with one live spark —
Yet on the hope to keep alive that treasure
Hangs all earth's struggle...
#poem excerpt: Vachel Lindsay
#art Underwater Song
seems to flood the fields, and gild the air —
Ah, when we need love most, and weep, when all is dark,
Love is a pinch of ashes gray, with one live spark —
Yet on the hope to keep alive that treasure
Hangs all earth's struggle...
#poem excerpt: Vachel Lindsay
#art Underwater Song
December 31, 2025 at 10:02 PM
Night Weather
I.
rain arrives
breath quiets
listen.
rain departs
breath pillowed
deepens.
sleep surges
dreams arise
listen.
rain arrives.
listen
🌬🌧
#poem L.C. Goodwin
#micropoem
#art Night Rain At Omiya:
Kawase Hasui
I.
rain arrives
breath quiets
listen.
rain departs
breath pillowed
deepens.
sleep surges
dreams arise
listen.
rain arrives.
listen
🌬🌧
#poem L.C. Goodwin
#micropoem
#art Night Rain At Omiya:
Kawase Hasui
December 30, 2025 at 7:52 AM
Night Weather
I.
rain arrives
breath quiets
listen.
rain departs
breath pillowed
deepens.
sleep surges
dreams arise
listen.
rain arrives.
listen
🌬🌧
#poem L.C. Goodwin
#micropoem
#art Night Rain At Omiya:
Kawase Hasui
I.
rain arrives
breath quiets
listen.
rain departs
breath pillowed
deepens.
sleep surges
dreams arise
listen.
rain arrives.
listen
🌬🌧
#poem L.C. Goodwin
#micropoem
#art Night Rain At Omiya:
Kawase Hasui
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December 29, 2025 at 4:29 PM
Reposted by Leigh Goodwin
waxing gibbous moon
pearl-white bulbs under the hedge
dreaming of lilies
pearl-white bulbs under the hedge
dreaming of lilies
December 28, 2025 at 9:45 PM
waxing gibbous moon
pearl-white bulbs under the hedge
dreaming of lilies
pearl-white bulbs under the hedge
dreaming of lilies
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I think my most and least woke opinions are the same opinion, which is that in a normal country with normal politics, my politics would not be the least bit radical. I'd be socially liberal but otherwise extremely boring.
(Note that I did not say "in a normal America.")
(Note that I did not say "in a normal America.")
"my least woke opinion is---"
That's enough. We've had enough people indulging in the "thrill of a little conservatism", as a treat. Of considering reactionary thought to be a salacious and taboo in a world descending into reactionary mania.
Give me your MOST woke opinions. We're bringing it back.
That's enough. We've had enough people indulging in the "thrill of a little conservatism", as a treat. Of considering reactionary thought to be a salacious and taboo in a world descending into reactionary mania.
Give me your MOST woke opinions. We're bringing it back.
December 28, 2025 at 11:00 PM
I think my most and least woke opinions are the same opinion, which is that in a normal country with normal politics, my politics would not be the least bit radical. I'd be socially liberal but otherwise extremely boring.
(Note that I did not say "in a normal America.")
(Note that I did not say "in a normal America.")
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In my hands
a stoneware cup that holds
a burning candle
Eyes closed, I feel its faint warmth
imagine the light inside
This is a spell
I did not plan and do not
understand
Maybe it will help me grasp
that all life lives in burning
#tanka sequence
a stoneware cup that holds
a burning candle
Eyes closed, I feel its faint warmth
imagine the light inside
This is a spell
I did not plan and do not
understand
Maybe it will help me grasp
that all life lives in burning
#tanka sequence
December 28, 2025 at 11:58 PM
In my hands
a stoneware cup that holds
a burning candle
Eyes closed, I feel its faint warmth
imagine the light inside
This is a spell
I did not plan and do not
understand
Maybe it will help me grasp
that all life lives in burning
#tanka sequence
a stoneware cup that holds
a burning candle
Eyes closed, I feel its faint warmth
imagine the light inside
This is a spell
I did not plan and do not
understand
Maybe it will help me grasp
that all life lives in burning
#tanka sequence
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she’s only gone
and spilled her p o e t r y
all over the place
again
it sticks to our fingers
like summer syrups
sings like nectar
upon the tongue
and we simply cannot
bear to clean it up
we’d rather come
u n d o n e
#poetry
and spilled her p o e t r y
all over the place
again
it sticks to our fingers
like summer syrups
sings like nectar
upon the tongue
and we simply cannot
bear to clean it up
we’d rather come
u n d o n e
#poetry
December 29, 2025 at 12:00 AM
she’s only gone
and spilled her p o e t r y
all over the place
again
it sticks to our fingers
like summer syrups
sings like nectar
upon the tongue
and we simply cannot
bear to clean it up
we’d rather come
u n d o n e
#poetry
and spilled her p o e t r y
all over the place
again
it sticks to our fingers
like summer syrups
sings like nectar
upon the tongue
and we simply cannot
bear to clean it up
we’d rather come
u n d o n e
#poetry
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Doubt’s Edict
The mind drafts its own limits,
Then mistakes them for stone.
Use this ink to draw doors.
Doubt proffers mild advice,
Most deem it a mandate.
They impose their own chains.
#poem #poetry #poemoftheday #poems #bluesky #blueskypoetry #photo #art
The mind drafts its own limits,
Then mistakes them for stone.
Use this ink to draw doors.
Doubt proffers mild advice,
Most deem it a mandate.
They impose their own chains.
#poem #poetry #poemoftheday #poems #bluesky #blueskypoetry #photo #art
December 28, 2025 at 4:38 AM
Doubt’s Edict
The mind drafts its own limits,
Then mistakes them for stone.
Use this ink to draw doors.
Doubt proffers mild advice,
Most deem it a mandate.
They impose their own chains.
#poem #poetry #poemoftheday #poems #bluesky #blueskypoetry #photo #art
The mind drafts its own limits,
Then mistakes them for stone.
Use this ink to draw doors.
Doubt proffers mild advice,
Most deem it a mandate.
They impose their own chains.
#poem #poetry #poemoftheday #poems #bluesky #blueskypoetry #photo #art
How I'm walking out of 2025
December 28, 2025 at 7:03 AM
How I'm walking out of 2025
Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,
Whether the summer clothe the general earth
With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing
Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch
Of mossy apple-tree,
#poem 1/2
Whether the summer clothe the general earth
With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing
Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch
Of mossy apple-tree,
#poem 1/2
December 28, 2025 at 6:55 AM
Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,
Whether the summer clothe the general earth
With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing
Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch
Of mossy apple-tree,
#poem 1/2
Whether the summer clothe the general earth
With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing
Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch
Of mossy apple-tree,
#poem 1/2
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December 27, 2025 at 5:55 PM
Reposted by Leigh Goodwin
This book is simply elegant.
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December 26, 2025 at 7:28 PM
This book is simply elegant.
What is so utterly invisible
as tomorrow?
Not love,
not the wind,
not the inside of a stone.
Not anything.
And yet, how often I'm fooled—
I'm wading along
in the sunlight—
and I'm sure I can see the fields and the ponds shining
days ahead—
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as tomorrow?
Not love,
not the wind,
not the inside of a stone.
Not anything.
And yet, how often I'm fooled—
I'm wading along
in the sunlight—
and I'm sure I can see the fields and the ponds shining
days ahead—
1/2
December 27, 2025 at 7:23 AM
What is so utterly invisible
as tomorrow?
Not love,
not the wind,
not the inside of a stone.
Not anything.
And yet, how often I'm fooled—
I'm wading along
in the sunlight—
and I'm sure I can see the fields and the ponds shining
days ahead—
1/2
as tomorrow?
Not love,
not the wind,
not the inside of a stone.
Not anything.
And yet, how often I'm fooled—
I'm wading along
in the sunlight—
and I'm sure I can see the fields and the ponds shining
days ahead—
1/2