Leigh Goodwin
@leighgoodwin.bsky.social
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🌿 Poet✒️
🌲 Pacific NW 🌲🌲🌙
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🌿 Poet✒️
🌲 Pacific NW 🌲🌲🌙
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[banner art: Radim Schreiber]
Pinned
Reposted by Leigh Goodwin
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
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
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
the sparrow is delighted with
millet at the back door
#haiku poems of Matsuo Basho between 1684-1688
translator: Jane Reichhold
#micropoetry
February 15, 2026 at 11:22 PM
Reposted by Leigh Goodwin
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
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.
Reposted by Leigh Goodwin
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Reposted by Leigh Goodwin
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
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.
Reposted by Leigh Goodwin
February 14, 2026 at 7:20 AM
Reposted by Leigh Goodwin
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
It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.
Reposted by Leigh Goodwin
February 14, 2026 at 7:33 AM
Reposted by Leigh Goodwin
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
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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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.
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
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.
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.
Reposted by Leigh Goodwin
Reposted by Leigh Goodwin
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
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.
Reposted by Leigh Goodwin
the shape of a cloud
the holy spirit passing
through white birch branches
the holy spirit passing
through white birch branches
February 12, 2026 at 10:44 PM
the shape of a cloud
the holy spirit passing
through white birch branches
the holy spirit passing
through white birch branches
Reposted by Leigh Goodwin
February 12, 2026 at 2:49 PM
Reposted by Leigh Goodwin
February 13, 2026 at 8:01 AM
Reposted by Leigh Goodwin
bright bright sunlight
makes its way
into our bodies~
spring
makes its way
into our bodies~
spring
February 13, 2026 at 9:07 AM
bright bright sunlight
makes its way
into our bodies~
spring
makes its way
into our bodies~
spring
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
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