You can try and count
them as they cut through the green
unknown of the summer tundra.
No one has ever done it.

—Arthur Bull

and wiped blank
Michelangelo’s sibyls and saints,
the great, outstretched
hand of God, the spark
of life, Adam and all
his progeny

—John Nimmo

‘History says, Don’t hope
On this side of the grave.
But then, once in a lifetime
The longed-for tidal wave
Of justice can rise up,
And hope and history rhyme.’

Seamus Heaney was born on this day in 1939.

Douglas Dunn - Cosmologist, from Terry Street. First published 56 years ago.
And still blossoming.
#Poetry

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Such times. What can lyric poetry do? My new North Sea Poets Substack piece.

I know you feel like an old, sad dog, the doctor says,
But I think you’re still worth saving.

—Alma Olaechea

We sit together, the mountain and me, until only the mountain remains.

from 'Zazan on Ching-t'ing Mountain'
by Li Bai (701 - 762)

Finding Slioch (981m) as we emerged, flailed & diminished, from a wicked hail storm. There he stood, prevailing, pulling in the light.

#naturewriting #writingcommunity

Time is not reading the poem as you
read the poem, but rest assured he’s slipped
inside the room in his soft, polished shoes ...

—Hayden Saunier

Guilty by sitting idle, I
imagine they envy my luxury
of doing nothing until I remember
the days I had my hands full of shovel

—Robert W. King

She gives me the wine
and I take the wine.

I mop her floors
and she walks on them ...

—Mathias Nelson

What gave such a small body
so much space for song …?

—James Crews

I’ve written a little piece about my writing process, love of sequences and messy (non) endings. And about how writing ‘Lapwing’ @livunipress.bsky.social felt a bit like holding a lit sparkler 🧨 @poetryschool.bsky.social
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