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[banner art: Radim Schreiber]
a lower, slower weather in the world
I watch you, my volcano, through the depths
of sunlit air, & see you snowy-flanked
breathing your lazy steam-plume south, yourself
a vapor drifting, a bright veil of stone.
#poem excerpt: Ursula Le Guin
#art Dana Hunter
close-curled, contented—
snail
#poem L.C. Goodwin
#haiku #micropoem
#AfterIssa #snail
#art Nele
#resist
close-curled, contented—
snail
#poem L.C. Goodwin
#haiku #micropoem
#AfterIssa #snail
#art Nele
#resist
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
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
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
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 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
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
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.
the holy spirit passing
through white birch branches
the holy spirit passing
through white birch branches