Garrymaddog
garrymaddog.bsky.social
Garrymaddog
@garrymaddog.bsky.social
An almost poet. If it can’t be said simply, it simply can’t be said. #haiku
in her eyes liquid calm
striding on waves an ocean of confidence
beating in her chest the real beauty pageant
April 24, 2025 at 9:03 PM
in a single seed a forested planet
in a column of ants the planets align
at the edge of the universe the rock wall begins to crumble
April 24, 2025 at 9:01 PM
the constant scroll of phone screens our attention darkens
the molded body shapes in easy chairs deepen
dry potted plants stare outside at the rain-soaked weeds
discarded shopping trips now come to the door
failing to look back the path behind us disappears
April 24, 2025 at 3:22 AM
the mortgage feeds the brown lawn
windows that always face inward long absent of light
once a week the car finds its way to the grocery store
remaining unfixed the faucet drips dimes
seeing the hole in the fence sanity’s vision widens
in a homeless shelter kitchen the slow wide smiles
April 24, 2025 at 2:55 AM
a recent image time counts forward now
a wry smile at a picnic his strong shoulders
carrying all the weight a light behind his eyes
April 18, 2025 at 3:17 AM
in the small house the distinct wear patterns of carpets
the dance of nostalgia’s hushed footsteps
tucked into the quiet a reminiscent pull
April 17, 2025 at 12:55 AM
at half mast the flag hangs limp
inside the house a new portrait of black ribbons
clutching onto the church pew their blanched hands
April 16, 2025 at 3:47 PM
salient spring ambient noise intensifies
sounds of colors picturesque bird songs
conducting the ensemble budding branches take the winds’ directions
April 16, 2025 at 2:30 PM
in her hand the photograph
obscuring the sun clouds float in her eyes
hiding in the wind her heartache
April 16, 2025 at 2:31 AM
at the comedy club bent over laughter
stone silent coworkers the repetition lacks delivery
April 16, 2025 at 2:03 AM
napping on vacation losing time
perfecting the art of finding ourselves
April 7, 2025 at 11:47 AM
planting concrete the suburbs grow colorless boxes
a dry taste in their mouth roots reach for water
passing boundaries the bees
find dandelions in fields with for sale signs
April 7, 2025 at 10:50 AM
Dear Bluesky
I’m not changing the length of my poems to fit your fucking character limit. See my other stuff on Threads.
Sincerely
Garrymaddog
April 6, 2025 at 10:17 PM
in spring the bees on apple blossoms
my teeth buzz with the tartness of firm red skins
April 6, 2025 at 9:56 PM
the funny business of molecules
hydrogen oxygen the mingling of atoms
the dance they do wetting my hat
April 6, 2025 at 9:52 PM
in the glacier’s art gallery
a study in white and blue
April 6, 2025 at 9:50 PM
Crossing magma and lava, mamma
April 6, 2025 at 9:47 PM
passing down oral traditions a glacier’s beard grows longer
April 6, 2025 at 9:46 PM
fingered embrace of sheepskins a softness of lulled infants
nestled among the songs the soothing sisterhood of winds
a gentle rock of cradles quiet breaths
April 6, 2025 at 9:40 PM
breathing out terrarium air the glass always turns foggy
frogs and salamanders inch further down in the mud
ineffective maps left by snails nothing but wrong turns
in a closed system the living eventually lose
April 6, 2025 at 9:23 PM
her head in a certain pose the blue light of ice
in her eyes towers of crystal
shattering champaign glasses her presence
April 1, 2025 at 4:22 AM
In the canyons the echoes of grief
In the night sky the moon never rises

Thanks to @tala.rains for the inspiration
April 1, 2025 at 3:34 AM
against the stone walls residual echoes chase exposed grief
drifting through ravens’ noses the benign sense of wind, aftertastes of copper
in truth born of war open mouthed wounds form tongues

Thanks to @tala.rain for the inspiration
April 1, 2025 at 3:28 AM
thin waifs their empty palms
obese reflections stare back from glazed glass grocery windows
March 27, 2025 at 6:03 PM
spread across a rumpled quilt lemon lines of moonlight
two pairs of eyes reflecting intimacy
March 27, 2025 at 5:58 PM