Wilma J. Knitnoodle 🏳️🌈
@knitnoodle.bsky.social
Part human, part #poetrybot. Cento (found poem) posts from fragments of poems and prose, mostly by women. Previously on Twitter since 2017. She/her/they/them #blacklivesmatter #loveislove
Maybe we are here leaf-brown hollowed by the print of windy feet I close the door
January 1, 2026 at 9:42 AM
Maybe we are here leaf-brown hollowed by the print of windy feet I close the door
wonders of the dark and day have no doubt about that a bend in the road there is no doubt
December 31, 2025 at 9:42 PM
wonders of the dark and day have no doubt about that a bend in the road there is no doubt
is the only fortress this wondering joy and when seven rivers and mountains draw you closer
December 31, 2025 at 9:42 AM
is the only fortress this wondering joy and when seven rivers and mountains draw you closer
an offering from one soul to another of small happenings beating high like a drum she's in her nest
December 30, 2025 at 9:42 PM
an offering from one soul to another of small happenings beating high like a drum she's in her nest
Between rendezvous and letter and no less, to make this work that you wanted and needed, announcing your place in the family of things
December 30, 2025 at 9:41 AM
Between rendezvous and letter and no less, to make this work that you wanted and needed, announcing your place in the family of things
I looked out on the stars when all at once willing to from the sky and from the earth
December 29, 2025 at 9:41 PM
I looked out on the stars when all at once willing to from the sky and from the earth
be careful what we worship sighing double notes the worlds like Lay down these words
December 29, 2025 at 9:42 AM
be careful what we worship sighing double notes the worlds like Lay down these words
for the theft of all of me and cloudily leaned forth were as a mist stay with me: listen
December 28, 2025 at 9:43 PM
for the theft of all of me and cloudily leaned forth were as a mist stay with me: listen
I'm listening a host of golden daffodils our history already played out breathe it in
December 28, 2025 at 9:42 AM
I'm listening a host of golden daffodils our history already played out breathe it in
Briefly It enters, ants and pebbles around us the beat was the message
December 27, 2025 at 9:42 PM
Briefly It enters, ants and pebbles around us the beat was the message
A special cat all change, in thoughts it almost rhymes with earth fading into the horizon
December 27, 2025 at 9:42 AM
A special cat all change, in thoughts it almost rhymes with earth fading into the horizon
When you see me walking, stumbling leaf-brown over crag and prairie I don't owe them anything, love would have said
December 26, 2025 at 9:41 PM
When you see me walking, stumbling leaf-brown over crag and prairie I don't owe them anything, love would have said
Red bird cool as a forgotten dream Crave upward as flame of the dry and weedy garden
December 26, 2025 at 9:42 AM
Red bird cool as a forgotten dream Crave upward as flame of the dry and weedy garden
tulip-trees spilling night perfumes on the terraces forgive yourself for everything or a tender blade of grass sitting quietly
December 25, 2025 at 9:43 PM
tulip-trees spilling night perfumes on the terraces forgive yourself for everything or a tender blade of grass sitting quietly
Crystal and sediment moves inward toward as life grapples in a million avid points from weariness
December 25, 2025 at 9:42 AM
Crystal and sediment moves inward toward as life grapples in a million avid points from weariness
Astonished am I of one sweet, mad, last hour when the air Cobble of milky way
December 24, 2025 at 9:41 PM
Astonished am I of one sweet, mad, last hour when the air Cobble of milky way
If your mind isn’t clouded by unnecessary things, the bee, the fly, the leaf that taps out of the past Did you hear me?
December 24, 2025 at 9:43 AM
If your mind isn’t clouded by unnecessary things, the bee, the fly, the leaf that taps out of the past Did you hear me?
It lives in my imagination strongly a droning chord which was never intrusive and the bud of the bud
December 23, 2025 at 9:42 PM
It lives in my imagination strongly a droning chord which was never intrusive and the bud of the bud
All things connect it was said I am the maker, the lover, and the keeper No one will notice or mind
December 23, 2025 at 9:42 AM
All things connect it was said I am the maker, the lover, and the keeper No one will notice or mind
along a blind and fearful track the remote hunger of droning things a wistul sense of longing of the world
December 22, 2025 at 9:42 PM
along a blind and fearful track the remote hunger of droning things a wistul sense of longing of the world
beauty, I have worshipped you explains the insistent whine of weather we are not alone
December 22, 2025 at 9:41 AM
beauty, I have worshipped you explains the insistent whine of weather we are not alone
this dust of bright Infinity and my feet won’t climb the stair down aisles of sunlight our most ancient human roots
December 21, 2025 at 9:41 PM
this dust of bright Infinity and my feet won’t climb the stair down aisles of sunlight our most ancient human roots
I bid them cry to you met me half-way up while the hills were darkened, fold on fold riprap of things
December 21, 2025 at 9:41 AM
I bid them cry to you met me half-way up while the hills were darkened, fold on fold riprap of things
Water is life before starting wade in tidal pools who knew how to give
December 20, 2025 at 9:41 PM
Water is life before starting wade in tidal pools who knew how to give
The heart is a force the river here is silver bright of all the earthy days we spent, four-dimensional
December 20, 2025 at 9:42 AM
The heart is a force the river here is silver bright of all the earthy days we spent, four-dimensional