Jo Eden
@joeden1.bsky.social
I am a writer, singer-songwriter, artist, local history lover, lover of science.
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Specimen
Whirled about swirled
something curved smooth suctioned
much as I fascinate you
with your great quizzing look
and giant shiny thing making sunlight
all my curious brains examine you through the glare with my furious eyes
1/2
#BlueSkyPoets
#ocean
#poetry
Whirled about swirled
something curved smooth suctioned
much as I fascinate you
with your great quizzing look
and giant shiny thing making sunlight
all my curious brains examine you through the glare with my furious eyes
1/2
#BlueSkyPoets
#ocean
#poetry
January 15, 2025 at 5:23 PM
Specimen
Whirled about swirled
something curved smooth suctioned
much as I fascinate you
with your great quizzing look
and giant shiny thing making sunlight
all my curious brains examine you through the glare with my furious eyes
1/2
#BlueSkyPoets
#ocean
#poetry
Whirled about swirled
something curved smooth suctioned
much as I fascinate you
with your great quizzing look
and giant shiny thing making sunlight
all my curious brains examine you through the glare with my furious eyes
1/2
#BlueSkyPoets
#ocean
#poetry
Thoughts of Woodland Walks
(After Robert Browning "Home Thoughts from Abroad")
"..the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf
Are in tiny leaf"
Yes I do miss my little English woodland.
Waking to walk in shady places
greens singing out in a spring shower.
1/4
#BlueSkyPoets
#spring
#sciart
#poetry
(After Robert Browning "Home Thoughts from Abroad")
"..the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf
Are in tiny leaf"
Yes I do miss my little English woodland.
Waking to walk in shady places
greens singing out in a spring shower.
1/4
#BlueSkyPoets
#spring
#sciart
#poetry
January 6, 2025 at 12:01 PM
Thoughts of Woodland Walks
(After Robert Browning "Home Thoughts from Abroad")
"..the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf
Are in tiny leaf"
Yes I do miss my little English woodland.
Waking to walk in shady places
greens singing out in a spring shower.
1/4
#BlueSkyPoets
#spring
#sciart
#poetry
(After Robert Browning "Home Thoughts from Abroad")
"..the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf
Are in tiny leaf"
Yes I do miss my little English woodland.
Waking to walk in shady places
greens singing out in a spring shower.
1/4
#BlueSkyPoets
#spring
#sciart
#poetry
Inspiration
In counter worlds a slender fish
leaves the sea quick silverish
skimming through the water high
swimming through the ocean sky
hard plated with pewter scales
driven on a winnowing tail.
In myth was stalked by the god Dorado
or hunted down the gleaming Argo. 1/2
#blueskypoets
In counter worlds a slender fish
leaves the sea quick silverish
skimming through the water high
swimming through the ocean sky
hard plated with pewter scales
driven on a winnowing tail.
In myth was stalked by the god Dorado
or hunted down the gleaming Argo. 1/2
#blueskypoets
January 1, 2025 at 1:34 PM
Inspiration
In counter worlds a slender fish
leaves the sea quick silverish
skimming through the water high
swimming through the ocean sky
hard plated with pewter scales
driven on a winnowing tail.
In myth was stalked by the god Dorado
or hunted down the gleaming Argo. 1/2
#blueskypoets
In counter worlds a slender fish
leaves the sea quick silverish
skimming through the water high
swimming through the ocean sky
hard plated with pewter scales
driven on a winnowing tail.
In myth was stalked by the god Dorado
or hunted down the gleaming Argo. 1/2
#blueskypoets
laced in Persian silk
your singing strings soared highest
crossing widest oceans
#haiku #poetry #BlueSkyPoets
December 25, 2024 at 10:01 PM
laced in Persian silk
your singing strings soared highest
crossing widest oceans
#haiku #poetry #BlueSkyPoets
On Habitat Group for a Shooting Gallery by Joseph Cornell 1943
Step right up.
Have some fun.
This aviary displays it all.
Any exotic conquered thing
museum-numbered,
becomes anonymous.
Stamped this year
It’s your time
No 42
#BlueSkyPoets
#ecopoetry
#empire
#micropoetry
Step right up.
Have some fun.
This aviary displays it all.
Any exotic conquered thing
museum-numbered,
becomes anonymous.
Stamped this year
It’s your time
No 42
#BlueSkyPoets
#ecopoetry
#empire
#micropoetry
December 21, 2024 at 10:57 AM
On Habitat Group for a Shooting Gallery by Joseph Cornell 1943
Step right up.
Have some fun.
This aviary displays it all.
Any exotic conquered thing
museum-numbered,
becomes anonymous.
Stamped this year
It’s your time
No 42
#BlueSkyPoets
#ecopoetry
#empire
#micropoetry
Step right up.
Have some fun.
This aviary displays it all.
Any exotic conquered thing
museum-numbered,
becomes anonymous.
Stamped this year
It’s your time
No 42
#BlueSkyPoets
#ecopoetry
#empire
#micropoetry
1/2
Colonist
once vagrant
bulging eyed black-bristled
balances
on a spring-time sedge tip
seeks sanctuary
using polarised light
hovers
darts backwards
spirals
cellophane wings
twirling now in phase
now counter-stroking
#poetry
Colonist
once vagrant
bulging eyed black-bristled
balances
on a spring-time sedge tip
seeks sanctuary
using polarised light
hovers
darts backwards
spirals
cellophane wings
twirling now in phase
now counter-stroking
#poetry
December 20, 2024 at 12:49 PM
1/2
Colonist
once vagrant
bulging eyed black-bristled
balances
on a spring-time sedge tip
seeks sanctuary
using polarised light
hovers
darts backwards
spirals
cellophane wings
twirling now in phase
now counter-stroking
#poetry
Colonist
once vagrant
bulging eyed black-bristled
balances
on a spring-time sedge tip
seeks sanctuary
using polarised light
hovers
darts backwards
spirals
cellophane wings
twirling now in phase
now counter-stroking
#poetry
red clouds smudged on blue
tiny slice of pale moon trapped
in black willow whips
#haiku
#BlieSkyPoets
#nature
#micropoetry
tiny slice of pale moon trapped
in black willow whips
#haiku
#BlieSkyPoets
#nature
#micropoetry
December 20, 2024 at 8:38 AM
red clouds smudged on blue
tiny slice of pale moon trapped
in black willow whips
#haiku
#BlieSkyPoets
#nature
#micropoetry
tiny slice of pale moon trapped
in black willow whips
#haiku
#BlieSkyPoets
#nature
#micropoetry
Mass production, mass destruction
Little land-mines for dispersion,
We’ve some top-class Napalm B
For the mercenary nursery.
So, join our sale of armaments!
Inspect our stock, build your set!
Forget those boring piles of bricks
There’s better ways to get your kicks.
3/3
Little land-mines for dispersion,
We’ve some top-class Napalm B
For the mercenary nursery.
So, join our sale of armaments!
Inspect our stock, build your set!
Forget those boring piles of bricks
There’s better ways to get your kicks.
3/3
December 19, 2024 at 10:58 PM
Mass production, mass destruction
Little land-mines for dispersion,
We’ve some top-class Napalm B
For the mercenary nursery.
So, join our sale of armaments!
Inspect our stock, build your set!
Forget those boring piles of bricks
There’s better ways to get your kicks.
3/3
Little land-mines for dispersion,
We’ve some top-class Napalm B
For the mercenary nursery.
So, join our sale of armaments!
Inspect our stock, build your set!
Forget those boring piles of bricks
There’s better ways to get your kicks.
3/3
Antikythera
Looted, shipwrecked, lifted from the sea.
Orrery with bronzed Sun gear, Moon train,
five wandering Planets, thirty trained bronze gears
to forecast each path the Gods have mapped for men.
1/3
#science
#poetry
#BlueSkyPoets
#duplexpoetry
Looted, shipwrecked, lifted from the sea.
Orrery with bronzed Sun gear, Moon train,
five wandering Planets, thirty trained bronze gears
to forecast each path the Gods have mapped for men.
1/3
#science
#poetry
#BlueSkyPoets
#duplexpoetry
December 17, 2024 at 5:29 PM
Antikythera
Looted, shipwrecked, lifted from the sea.
Orrery with bronzed Sun gear, Moon train,
five wandering Planets, thirty trained bronze gears
to forecast each path the Gods have mapped for men.
1/3
#science
#poetry
#BlueSkyPoets
#duplexpoetry
Looted, shipwrecked, lifted from the sea.
Orrery with bronzed Sun gear, Moon train,
five wandering Planets, thirty trained bronze gears
to forecast each path the Gods have mapped for men.
1/3
#science
#poetry
#BlueSkyPoets
#duplexpoetry
Saudade
Years past we voyaged
from the hills above Lisbon
My husband and I and baby Jorge
aboard a caravela rigged triangular
beating the wind all the way
Following the goshawk
to the Atlantic Ocean’s heart
we fetched up at the archipelago
1/6
Years past we voyaged
from the hills above Lisbon
My husband and I and baby Jorge
aboard a caravela rigged triangular
beating the wind all the way
Following the goshawk
to the Atlantic Ocean’s heart
we fetched up at the archipelago
1/6
December 14, 2024 at 12:08 PM
Saudade
Years past we voyaged
from the hills above Lisbon
My husband and I and baby Jorge
aboard a caravela rigged triangular
beating the wind all the way
Following the goshawk
to the Atlantic Ocean’s heart
we fetched up at the archipelago
1/6
Years past we voyaged
from the hills above Lisbon
My husband and I and baby Jorge
aboard a caravela rigged triangular
beating the wind all the way
Following the goshawk
to the Atlantic Ocean’s heart
we fetched up at the archipelago
1/6
December 13, 2024 at 7:26 PM
Dragonstone
Planted in the teething ground,
to sparkle in the hollow dune slack
an earth-grain cradles a revolution.
Lulled by shingle sound, in knobbled club rush and signal reed,
Dragonstone is clay money in the earth’s jaw,
softness into rock.
1/2
#BlueSkyPoets
#sciart
#poetry
#nature
Planted in the teething ground,
to sparkle in the hollow dune slack
an earth-grain cradles a revolution.
Lulled by shingle sound, in knobbled club rush and signal reed,
Dragonstone is clay money in the earth’s jaw,
softness into rock.
1/2
#BlueSkyPoets
#sciart
#poetry
#nature
December 11, 2024 at 8:38 PM
Dragonstone
Planted in the teething ground,
to sparkle in the hollow dune slack
an earth-grain cradles a revolution.
Lulled by shingle sound, in knobbled club rush and signal reed,
Dragonstone is clay money in the earth’s jaw,
softness into rock.
1/2
#BlueSkyPoets
#sciart
#poetry
#nature
Planted in the teething ground,
to sparkle in the hollow dune slack
an earth-grain cradles a revolution.
Lulled by shingle sound, in knobbled club rush and signal reed,
Dragonstone is clay money in the earth’s jaw,
softness into rock.
1/2
#BlueSkyPoets
#sciart
#poetry
#nature
ashen winter sun
stillness threading wefts of stems
a slender gene tree
#haiku
#BlueSkyPoets
#art
#photography
stillness threading wefts of stems
a slender gene tree
#haiku
#BlueSkyPoets
#art
#photography
December 10, 2024 at 4:39 PM
ashen winter sun
stillness threading wefts of stems
a slender gene tree
#haiku
#BlueSkyPoets
#art
#photography
stillness threading wefts of stems
a slender gene tree
#haiku
#BlueSkyPoets
#art
#photography
Your searching fingers kneading, moulding, strong
slipped the wet clay to even tempered strings
you strove to lift up every voice in song
you strove to set the gut strung blues vibrating.
To Augusta Fell Savage Born 1892, a Harlem Renaissance artist.
4/4
#poetry
#BlueSkyPoets
December 9, 2024 at 9:19 PM
Your searching fingers kneading, moulding, strong
slipped the wet clay to even tempered strings
you strove to lift up every voice in song
you strove to set the gut strung blues vibrating.
To Augusta Fell Savage Born 1892, a Harlem Renaissance artist.
4/4
#poetry
#BlueSkyPoets
Emley
Winter-swish arrives on the tide.
North East wind skirls geese in waves to the mudflats.
Red lights blink on the horizon as the last blackbird cries in the crisp air.
This is where elm trees grew.
Only cracked aspen
and a few birches stand.
1/2
#poetrycommuniy
#BlueSkyPoets
#art
Winter-swish arrives on the tide.
North East wind skirls geese in waves to the mudflats.
Red lights blink on the horizon as the last blackbird cries in the crisp air.
This is where elm trees grew.
Only cracked aspen
and a few birches stand.
1/2
#poetrycommuniy
#BlueSkyPoets
#art
December 9, 2024 at 1:56 PM
Emley
Winter-swish arrives on the tide.
North East wind skirls geese in waves to the mudflats.
Red lights blink on the horizon as the last blackbird cries in the crisp air.
This is where elm trees grew.
Only cracked aspen
and a few birches stand.
1/2
#poetrycommuniy
#BlueSkyPoets
#art
Winter-swish arrives on the tide.
North East wind skirls geese in waves to the mudflats.
Red lights blink on the horizon as the last blackbird cries in the crisp air.
This is where elm trees grew.
Only cracked aspen
and a few birches stand.
1/2
#poetrycommuniy
#BlueSkyPoets
#art
Sea Reverie
Listen, while I spin my reverie.
I fall and rise to the plucking of the moon,
Shepherd all the world's waves, quietly.
Sleek starlings wind in lines beneath my spray,
feel their wide-harped murmurations.
Listen while I spin my reverie.
1/3
#villanelle
#BlueSkyPoets
#poetrycommunity
Listen, while I spin my reverie.
I fall and rise to the plucking of the moon,
Shepherd all the world's waves, quietly.
Sleek starlings wind in lines beneath my spray,
feel their wide-harped murmurations.
Listen while I spin my reverie.
1/3
#villanelle
#BlueSkyPoets
#poetrycommunity
December 8, 2024 at 3:45 PM
Sea Reverie
Listen, while I spin my reverie.
I fall and rise to the plucking of the moon,
Shepherd all the world's waves, quietly.
Sleek starlings wind in lines beneath my spray,
feel their wide-harped murmurations.
Listen while I spin my reverie.
1/3
#villanelle
#BlueSkyPoets
#poetrycommunity
Listen, while I spin my reverie.
I fall and rise to the plucking of the moon,
Shepherd all the world's waves, quietly.
Sleek starlings wind in lines beneath my spray,
feel their wide-harped murmurations.
Listen while I spin my reverie.
1/3
#villanelle
#BlueSkyPoets
#poetrycommunity
On “Lady with an Ermine"
Bele Ferroniere!
Her ebony rosary hangs at her pale throat
She looks beyond the frame
not at me.
Her cool grey eyes are for someone other
seen and frankly assessed.
Her long slim fingers pet the neck of a white muscley beast 1/2
#art
#poetrycommuniy
#BlueSkyPoets
#poetry
Bele Ferroniere!
Her ebony rosary hangs at her pale throat
She looks beyond the frame
not at me.
Her cool grey eyes are for someone other
seen and frankly assessed.
Her long slim fingers pet the neck of a white muscley beast 1/2
#art
#poetrycommuniy
#BlueSkyPoets
#poetry
December 6, 2024 at 1:17 PM
On “Lady with an Ermine"
Bele Ferroniere!
Her ebony rosary hangs at her pale throat
She looks beyond the frame
not at me.
Her cool grey eyes are for someone other
seen and frankly assessed.
Her long slim fingers pet the neck of a white muscley beast 1/2
#art
#poetrycommuniy
#BlueSkyPoets
#poetry
Bele Ferroniere!
Her ebony rosary hangs at her pale throat
She looks beyond the frame
not at me.
Her cool grey eyes are for someone other
seen and frankly assessed.
Her long slim fingers pet the neck of a white muscley beast 1/2
#art
#poetrycommuniy
#BlueSkyPoets
#poetry
The Dreaming
Is time a clockface, water bucket, beam
to waste, buy, sell, fill, have no time to lose?
We measure motion to the nth degree
and tell ourselves time is ours to use. 1/3
#poetrycommunity
#BlueSkyPoets
#Poetry
Is time a clockface, water bucket, beam
to waste, buy, sell, fill, have no time to lose?
We measure motion to the nth degree
and tell ourselves time is ours to use. 1/3
#poetrycommunity
#BlueSkyPoets
#Poetry
December 5, 2024 at 7:35 PM
The Dreaming
Is time a clockface, water bucket, beam
to waste, buy, sell, fill, have no time to lose?
We measure motion to the nth degree
and tell ourselves time is ours to use. 1/3
#poetrycommunity
#BlueSkyPoets
#Poetry
Is time a clockface, water bucket, beam
to waste, buy, sell, fill, have no time to lose?
We measure motion to the nth degree
and tell ourselves time is ours to use. 1/3
#poetrycommunity
#BlueSkyPoets
#Poetry
uniform grey sky
rainbow stretched over the sea
has waterlogged feet
#poetrycommunity
#BlueSkyPoets
#Poetry
#micropoetry
#haiku
rainbow stretched over the sea
has waterlogged feet
#poetrycommunity
#BlueSkyPoets
#Poetry
#micropoetry
#haiku
December 4, 2024 at 2:52 PM
uniform grey sky
rainbow stretched over the sea
has waterlogged feet
#poetrycommunity
#BlueSkyPoets
#Poetry
#micropoetry
#haiku
rainbow stretched over the sea
has waterlogged feet
#poetrycommunity
#BlueSkyPoets
#Poetry
#micropoetry
#haiku
#sciart
against the sea wall
heaped up by the morning waves
sepulchre of shells
#poetrycommunity
#BlueSkyPoets
#haiku
against the sea wall
heaped up by the morning waves
sepulchre of shells
#poetrycommunity
#BlueSkyPoets
#haiku
December 3, 2024 at 11:22 AM
#sciart
against the sea wall
heaped up by the morning waves
sepulchre of shells
#poetrycommunity
#BlueSkyPoets
#haiku
against the sea wall
heaped up by the morning waves
sepulchre of shells
#poetrycommunity
#BlueSkyPoets
#haiku
Glimpse
green creek water wind
simmers metal-mirrored sun -
totemic hawk folds
driving slickly down
strokes a cage of carving waves -
trigger snatch snap drag
hefts a weeping fish
wet red shot-silk ribbons run
tender belly flesh
#poetrycommunity
#BlueSkyPoets
#Poetry
#micropoetry
#haiku
green creek water wind
simmers metal-mirrored sun -
totemic hawk folds
driving slickly down
strokes a cage of carving waves -
trigger snatch snap drag
hefts a weeping fish
wet red shot-silk ribbons run
tender belly flesh
#poetrycommunity
#BlueSkyPoets
#Poetry
#micropoetry
#haiku
December 2, 2024 at 11:42 AM
Glimpse
green creek water wind
simmers metal-mirrored sun -
totemic hawk folds
driving slickly down
strokes a cage of carving waves -
trigger snatch snap drag
hefts a weeping fish
wet red shot-silk ribbons run
tender belly flesh
#poetrycommunity
#BlueSkyPoets
#Poetry
#micropoetry
#haiku
green creek water wind
simmers metal-mirrored sun -
totemic hawk folds
driving slickly down
strokes a cage of carving waves -
trigger snatch snap drag
hefts a weeping fish
wet red shot-silk ribbons run
tender belly flesh
#poetrycommunity
#BlueSkyPoets
#Poetry
#micropoetry
#haiku
In soft muslin mist
going through revolutions
delicate wheel spokes
#poetrycommunity
#BlueSkyPoets
#Poetry
#micropoetry
#haiku
going through revolutions
delicate wheel spokes
#poetrycommunity
#BlueSkyPoets
#Poetry
#micropoetry
#haiku
December 1, 2024 at 4:40 PM
In soft muslin mist
going through revolutions
delicate wheel spokes
#poetrycommunity
#BlueSkyPoets
#Poetry
#micropoetry
#haiku
going through revolutions
delicate wheel spokes
#poetrycommunity
#BlueSkyPoets
#Poetry
#micropoetry
#haiku
#sciart
Riddle
Churns death to life
where birches beacon
to the edge of wood.
Connects tree to tree
crosstalk
to grow forests.
Kept in darkness,
hides in field,
turf, gut, peat,
water - saline and fresh.
Re-makes itself, alone,
by fragmenting
or by swapping itself
with others of its kind.
Riddle
Churns death to life
where birches beacon
to the edge of wood.
Connects tree to tree
crosstalk
to grow forests.
Kept in darkness,
hides in field,
turf, gut, peat,
water - saline and fresh.
Re-makes itself, alone,
by fragmenting
or by swapping itself
with others of its kind.
November 30, 2024 at 5:58 PM
#sciart
Riddle
Churns death to life
where birches beacon
to the edge of wood.
Connects tree to tree
crosstalk
to grow forests.
Kept in darkness,
hides in field,
turf, gut, peat,
water - saline and fresh.
Re-makes itself, alone,
by fragmenting
or by swapping itself
with others of its kind.
Riddle
Churns death to life
where birches beacon
to the edge of wood.
Connects tree to tree
crosstalk
to grow forests.
Kept in darkness,
hides in field,
turf, gut, peat,
water - saline and fresh.
Re-makes itself, alone,
by fragmenting
or by swapping itself
with others of its kind.
November 28, 2024 at 5:31 PM
