Marr
@marrmalade.bsky.social
a poet, dont you know it?
sometimes i make art
sometimes i make art
i wish the wind would blow again,
and stir the stagnant steam
sitting so heavy in the air. i cannot
stand the sickly scent that
seeps and sticks inside my nose, to
all my clothes; not sulphuric,
but quite close; a far cry from how
a storm's supposed to smell.
#Poetry
and stir the stagnant steam
sitting so heavy in the air. i cannot
stand the sickly scent that
seeps and sticks inside my nose, to
all my clothes; not sulphuric,
but quite close; a far cry from how
a storm's supposed to smell.
#Poetry
July 23, 2024 at 6:46 PM
i wish the wind would blow again,
and stir the stagnant steam
sitting so heavy in the air. i cannot
stand the sickly scent that
seeps and sticks inside my nose, to
all my clothes; not sulphuric,
but quite close; a far cry from how
a storm's supposed to smell.
#Poetry
and stir the stagnant steam
sitting so heavy in the air. i cannot
stand the sickly scent that
seeps and sticks inside my nose, to
all my clothes; not sulphuric,
but quite close; a far cry from how
a storm's supposed to smell.
#Poetry
February 21, 2024 at 11:14 PM
winter holds her breath—
in the silence all that's left
are the marks that mar
the surface of the snow.
in between each moment,
one second to the next,
if you stop and wait
a truth to you is shown—
halfway you will be met
by a wordless message sent,
within which you'll find
all that you need to know
in the silence all that's left
are the marks that mar
the surface of the snow.
in between each moment,
one second to the next,
if you stop and wait
a truth to you is shown—
halfway you will be met
by a wordless message sent,
within which you'll find
all that you need to know
December 31, 2023 at 6:28 PM
winter holds her breath—
in the silence all that's left
are the marks that mar
the surface of the snow.
in between each moment,
one second to the next,
if you stop and wait
a truth to you is shown—
halfway you will be met
by a wordless message sent,
within which you'll find
all that you need to know
in the silence all that's left
are the marks that mar
the surface of the snow.
in between each moment,
one second to the next,
if you stop and wait
a truth to you is shown—
halfway you will be met
by a wordless message sent,
within which you'll find
all that you need to know
halo on the water dark,
whipcord thin and sharp as shale—
a knife that cuts as though a gale,
illuminates the tree line stark.
sweet onlooker, take in the sight,
and know that soon the sun will crest;
be witness as it journeys west,
all while carving out the night.
#poetry #author
whipcord thin and sharp as shale—
a knife that cuts as though a gale,
illuminates the tree line stark.
sweet onlooker, take in the sight,
and know that soon the sun will crest;
be witness as it journeys west,
all while carving out the night.
#poetry #author
December 25, 2023 at 6:45 PM
my body, eternal:
i'm messed up, i'm mortal—
i sing at the top of my lungs
all my thoughts, they are hung
from the sky, like a noose
from on high, then cut loose—
i'm losing, i'm lost, oh my mind!
will you love it in kind?
will you treasure this brain
and this body the same?
#poetry #author
i'm messed up, i'm mortal—
i sing at the top of my lungs
all my thoughts, they are hung
from the sky, like a noose
from on high, then cut loose—
i'm losing, i'm lost, oh my mind!
will you love it in kind?
will you treasure this brain
and this body the same?
#poetry #author
December 17, 2023 at 3:06 PM
a spray of snow
is dancing down off of the branches overhead;
crystal and cold,
sunlight weaving through each mote just like a thread.
walking below,
this moment catches on my eye as though a snare;
blinding and bold
before the moment passes on without a care
is dancing down off of the branches overhead;
crystal and cold,
sunlight weaving through each mote just like a thread.
walking below,
this moment catches on my eye as though a snare;
blinding and bold
before the moment passes on without a care
December 6, 2023 at 6:15 PM
a spray of snow
is dancing down off of the branches overhead;
crystal and cold,
sunlight weaving through each mote just like a thread.
walking below,
this moment catches on my eye as though a snare;
blinding and bold
before the moment passes on without a care
is dancing down off of the branches overhead;
crystal and cold,
sunlight weaving through each mote just like a thread.
walking below,
this moment catches on my eye as though a snare;
blinding and bold
before the moment passes on without a care
winter sinks its teeth in,
but summer won't let go;
autumn obfuscates the
fraying edges of the world.
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but summer won't let go;
autumn obfuscates the
fraying edges of the world.
#poetry #author
December 2, 2023 at 12:40 PM
winter sinks its teeth in,
but summer won't let go;
autumn obfuscates the
fraying edges of the world.
#poetry #author
but summer won't let go;
autumn obfuscates the
fraying edges of the world.
#poetry #author
it's morning now and
frost gilds every blade of grass
like silver leaf that
frames the edges of each page
in some old and precious book
#tanka #poetry #author
frost gilds every blade of grass
like silver leaf that
frames the edges of each page
in some old and precious book
#tanka #poetry #author
November 14, 2023 at 12:51 PM
it's morning now and
frost gilds every blade of grass
like silver leaf that
frames the edges of each page
in some old and precious book
#tanka #poetry #author
frost gilds every blade of grass
like silver leaf that
frames the edges of each page
in some old and precious book
#tanka #poetry #author
hours after sunset,
moonlight catching on frost as
it forms on the grass
#haiku #poetry #author
moonlight catching on frost as
it forms on the grass
#haiku #poetry #author
November 13, 2023 at 11:05 PM
hours after sunset,
moonlight catching on frost as
it forms on the grass
#haiku #poetry #author
moonlight catching on frost as
it forms on the grass
#haiku #poetry #author
blushing trees form a corridor;
down the lane, branches all
comport to weave together
in a lattice of bright leaves,
through which fall winds blow
and autumn sunlight sieves
#poetry #author
down the lane, branches all
comport to weave together
in a lattice of bright leaves,
through which fall winds blow
and autumn sunlight sieves
#poetry #author
October 23, 2023 at 4:58 PM
blushing trees form a corridor;
down the lane, branches all
comport to weave together
in a lattice of bright leaves,
through which fall winds blow
and autumn sunlight sieves
#poetry #author
down the lane, branches all
comport to weave together
in a lattice of bright leaves,
through which fall winds blow
and autumn sunlight sieves
#poetry #author
autumn is as always:
at 9 upon the clock.
as flowers droop
trees fill with fruit
before the harvest stops.
leaves begin to color,
then begin to fall,
heralding the season
that is coldest of them all.
#poetry #author
at 9 upon the clock.
as flowers droop
trees fill with fruit
before the harvest stops.
leaves begin to color,
then begin to fall,
heralding the season
that is coldest of them all.
#poetry #author
October 18, 2023 at 4:53 PM
autumn is as always:
at 9 upon the clock.
as flowers droop
trees fill with fruit
before the harvest stops.
leaves begin to color,
then begin to fall,
heralding the season
that is coldest of them all.
#poetry #author
at 9 upon the clock.
as flowers droop
trees fill with fruit
before the harvest stops.
leaves begin to color,
then begin to fall,
heralding the season
that is coldest of them all.
#poetry #author