mgwanderer.bsky.social
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ready to support me
under its wings
On the horizon
there's always a bird
I can't identify
but it looks like you
when it beckons
At times the horizon
seems a fingertip
away, your smile
wavering
in summer heat
I am determined
to walk
to the horizon
but I never get closer
than your memory
under its wings
On the horizon
there's always a bird
I can't identify
but it looks like you
when it beckons
At times the horizon
seems a fingertip
away, your smile
wavering
in summer heat
I am determined
to walk
to the horizon
but I never get closer
than your memory
March 28, 2025 at 11:40 AM
ready to support me
under its wings
On the horizon
there's always a bird
I can't identify
but it looks like you
when it beckons
At times the horizon
seems a fingertip
away, your smile
wavering
in summer heat
I am determined
to walk
to the horizon
but I never get closer
than your memory
under its wings
On the horizon
there's always a bird
I can't identify
but it looks like you
when it beckons
At times the horizon
seems a fingertip
away, your smile
wavering
in summer heat
I am determined
to walk
to the horizon
but I never get closer
than your memory
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graffiti on walls
poems from a lost century
blackbirds with brushes
poems from a lost century
blackbirds with brushes
March 21, 2025 at 4:36 AM
graffiti on walls
poems from a lost century
blackbirds with brushes
poems from a lost century
blackbirds with brushes
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Wind Glissando
for a solo memory of
multiple roots
for a solo memory of
multiple roots
March 25, 2025 at 11:30 AM
Wind Glissando
for a solo memory of
multiple roots
for a solo memory of
multiple roots
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layering the air
chiffchaff calling from the ash
sheep a field away
chiffchaff calling from the ash
sheep a field away
March 24, 2025 at 10:01 PM
layering the air
chiffchaff calling from the ash
sheep a field away
chiffchaff calling from the ash
sheep a field away
Always, since I was five,
a part of me
that is inward gazing
alone on our steps
while everyone slept
and a boy
who ran down alleys
to kick a can
outgoing as a baseball team
the two needs
like a juggler's dream
of planets
in orbit around his head
a part of me
that is inward gazing
alone on our steps
while everyone slept
and a boy
who ran down alleys
to kick a can
outgoing as a baseball team
the two needs
like a juggler's dream
of planets
in orbit around his head
March 25, 2025 at 4:01 PM
Always, since I was five,
a part of me
that is inward gazing
alone on our steps
while everyone slept
and a boy
who ran down alleys
to kick a can
outgoing as a baseball team
the two needs
like a juggler's dream
of planets
in orbit around his head
a part of me
that is inward gazing
alone on our steps
while everyone slept
and a boy
who ran down alleys
to kick a can
outgoing as a baseball team
the two needs
like a juggler's dream
of planets
in orbit around his head
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Frayed My Poem
Meant Nothing/Meant All
Meant Nothing/Meant All
January 24, 2025 at 7:34 PM
Frayed My Poem
Meant Nothing/Meant All
Meant Nothing/Meant All
When you no longer
want to be Yeats or Shakes
you've found
your weak-kneed self
that once embarrassed you
Now you ride it around town
the sky your circus tent
the shy girl in pigtails
your lover and wife
and you no acrobat
at Cirque du Soleil
but an escort of the everyday
#sedserio #poetrylover
want to be Yeats or Shakes
you've found
your weak-kneed self
that once embarrassed you
Now you ride it around town
the sky your circus tent
the shy girl in pigtails
your lover and wife
and you no acrobat
at Cirque du Soleil
but an escort of the everyday
#sedserio #poetrylover
December 15, 2023 at 7:09 PM
When you no longer
want to be Yeats or Shakes
you've found
your weak-kneed self
that once embarrassed you
Now you ride it around town
the sky your circus tent
the shy girl in pigtails
your lover and wife
and you no acrobat
at Cirque du Soleil
but an escort of the everyday
#sedserio #poetrylover
want to be Yeats or Shakes
you've found
your weak-kneed self
that once embarrassed you
Now you ride it around town
the sky your circus tent
the shy girl in pigtails
your lover and wife
and you no acrobat
at Cirque du Soleil
but an escort of the everyday
#sedserio #poetrylover
December 15, 2023 at 7:07 PM
We’ve seen such suffering.
Light the way to beaches
where we laugh
& children
build their castles
Let’s pretend that only
mercy prevails
that the sun’s light
is everlasting
& does not dim
We’ve seen such pain
but string
those lights up again
and declare the victory
of love
#TankaThursday
Light the way to beaches
where we laugh
& children
build their castles
Let’s pretend that only
mercy prevails
that the sun’s light
is everlasting
& does not dim
We’ve seen such pain
but string
those lights up again
and declare the victory
of love
#TankaThursday
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December 15, 2023 at 2:50 PM
We’ve seen such suffering.
Light the way to beaches
where we laugh
& children
build their castles
Let’s pretend that only
mercy prevails
that the sun’s light
is everlasting
& does not dim
We’ve seen such pain
but string
those lights up again
and declare the victory
of love
#TankaThursday
Light the way to beaches
where we laugh
& children
build their castles
Let’s pretend that only
mercy prevails
that the sun’s light
is everlasting
& does not dim
We’ve seen such pain
but string
those lights up again
and declare the victory
of love
#TankaThursday
When the sun's bright
I find shiny turquoise beads
in the driveway
Who knows how long
they've been there?
I take them home
wash & buff them
make a necklace
without a string
to decorate my computer stand
Like many things
it's not perfect
but special
for its years
lost in gravel
I find shiny turquoise beads
in the driveway
Who knows how long
they've been there?
I take them home
wash & buff them
make a necklace
without a string
to decorate my computer stand
Like many things
it's not perfect
but special
for its years
lost in gravel
December 14, 2023 at 4:04 PM
When the sun's bright
I find shiny turquoise beads
in the driveway
Who knows how long
they've been there?
I take them home
wash & buff them
make a necklace
without a string
to decorate my computer stand
Like many things
it's not perfect
but special
for its years
lost in gravel
I find shiny turquoise beads
in the driveway
Who knows how long
they've been there?
I take them home
wash & buff them
make a necklace
without a string
to decorate my computer stand
Like many things
it's not perfect
but special
for its years
lost in gravel
With every shovelful
I hear the warnings
that old men
die of heart attacks
heaving snow
But I go on
as if I've lived a life
beyond warnings
and heaps of snow
inside love's warmth
These tattered days
owe me nothing
except for a coffee
& a sliver of light
drifting past curtains
I hear the warnings
that old men
die of heart attacks
heaving snow
But I go on
as if I've lived a life
beyond warnings
and heaps of snow
inside love's warmth
These tattered days
owe me nothing
except for a coffee
& a sliver of light
drifting past curtains
December 5, 2023 at 4:06 PM
With every shovelful
I hear the warnings
that old men
die of heart attacks
heaving snow
But I go on
as if I've lived a life
beyond warnings
and heaps of snow
inside love's warmth
These tattered days
owe me nothing
except for a coffee
& a sliver of light
drifting past curtains
I hear the warnings
that old men
die of heart attacks
heaving snow
But I go on
as if I've lived a life
beyond warnings
and heaps of snow
inside love's warmth
These tattered days
owe me nothing
except for a coffee
& a sliver of light
drifting past curtains
No escape
from snow's chill hand
except to return
to those days
filled with snow forts
beside the road
darting out
we kids
to toss a snowball
at a priest
or a lady in a long red coat
& now
when flakes fall
a shudder
cold as winter's clout
December 4, 2023 at 3:11 PM
No escape
from snow's chill hand
except to return
to those days
filled with snow forts
beside the road
darting out
we kids
to toss a snowball
at a priest
or a lady in a long red coat
& now
when flakes fall
a shudder
cold as winter's clout
I circle back in time
to find a fishing rod
on a rock
a boy hunting shadows
in the waves
I Iive on a road
with the same name
as my boyhood street
the circle of time
noose and wreath
Circle this world
with me
to find the breath
of him who breathes
the wind into the sea
to find a fishing rod
on a rock
a boy hunting shadows
in the waves
I Iive on a road
with the same name
as my boyhood street
the circle of time
noose and wreath
Circle this world
with me
to find the breath
of him who breathes
the wind into the sea
November 24, 2023 at 7:34 PM
I circle back in time
to find a fishing rod
on a rock
a boy hunting shadows
in the waves
I Iive on a road
with the same name
as my boyhood street
the circle of time
noose and wreath
Circle this world
with me
to find the breath
of him who breathes
the wind into the sea
to find a fishing rod
on a rock
a boy hunting shadows
in the waves
I Iive on a road
with the same name
as my boyhood street
the circle of time
noose and wreath
Circle this world
with me
to find the breath
of him who breathes
the wind into the sea
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November 21, 2023 at 8:27 AM
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I got published in tinywords today!
wilting peony
resting in its featherfall
of petals
-Kris Lindbeck
tinywords.com/2023/11/20/3...
wilting peony
resting in its featherfall
of petals
-Kris Lindbeck
tinywords.com/2023/11/20/3...
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wilting peony resting in its featherfall of petals
tinywords.com
November 20, 2023 at 10:56 PM
I got published in tinywords today!
wilting peony
resting in its featherfall
of petals
-Kris Lindbeck
tinywords.com/2023/11/20/3...
wilting peony
resting in its featherfall
of petals
-Kris Lindbeck
tinywords.com/2023/11/20/3...
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“It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.”
~Chuck Palahniuk
~Chuck Palahniuk
November 21, 2023 at 8:12 AM
“It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.”
~Chuck Palahniuk
~Chuck Palahniuk
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windows are open to the morning rain
cool air seeps into our bed
as we curl like children under the patchwork
of our long marriage.
#poetry #writing #morningwindow
cool air seeps into our bed
as we curl like children under the patchwork
of our long marriage.
#poetry #writing #morningwindow
November 21, 2023 at 2:34 PM
windows are open to the morning rain
cool air seeps into our bed
as we curl like children under the patchwork
of our long marriage.
#poetry #writing #morningwindow
cool air seeps into our bed
as we curl like children under the patchwork
of our long marriage.
#poetry #writing #morningwindow
The sea has a way
of molding you
to its wishes
one minute it breaks you
with mountainous waves
then soothes you
with ripples
touching the shore
I've gone inland
and missed its power
its faint salt scent
and a boyhood I spent
in the arms of the sea
#sedserio #poetrylovers #markgordonauthor.com
of molding you
to its wishes
one minute it breaks you
with mountainous waves
then soothes you
with ripples
touching the shore
I've gone inland
and missed its power
its faint salt scent
and a boyhood I spent
in the arms of the sea
#sedserio #poetrylovers #markgordonauthor.com
November 21, 2023 at 4:49 PM
The sea has a way
of molding you
to its wishes
one minute it breaks you
with mountainous waves
then soothes you
with ripples
touching the shore
I've gone inland
and missed its power
its faint salt scent
and a boyhood I spent
in the arms of the sea
#sedserio #poetrylovers #markgordonauthor.com
of molding you
to its wishes
one minute it breaks you
with mountainous waves
then soothes you
with ripples
touching the shore
I've gone inland
and missed its power
its faint salt scent
and a boyhood I spent
in the arms of the sea
#sedserio #poetrylovers #markgordonauthor.com
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November 9, 2023 at 4:17 PM
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November 14, 2023 at 6:30 PM
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Silent as the low gray skies,
an old grizzled crow sits in the dead hickory
contemplating seasons change,
the cost of flight
and winter hunger.
#poetry #micropoetry #morningwindow
an old grizzled crow sits in the dead hickory
contemplating seasons change,
the cost of flight
and winter hunger.
#poetry #micropoetry #morningwindow
November 5, 2023 at 2:03 PM
Silent as the low gray skies,
an old grizzled crow sits in the dead hickory
contemplating seasons change,
the cost of flight
and winter hunger.
#poetry #micropoetry #morningwindow
an old grizzled crow sits in the dead hickory
contemplating seasons change,
the cost of flight
and winter hunger.
#poetry #micropoetry #morningwindow
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Gloomy veiled day
Grave lanterns lit in twilight
All Souls remember
©️#AndreaCConnolly
All Souls Day 2023
Grave lanterns lit in twilight
All Souls remember
©️#AndreaCConnolly
All Souls Day 2023
November 2, 2023 at 8:56 AM
Gloomy veiled day
Grave lanterns lit in twilight
All Souls remember
©️#AndreaCConnolly
All Souls Day 2023
Grave lanterns lit in twilight
All Souls remember
©️#AndreaCConnolly
All Souls Day 2023
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a reign of gold
umbrellas my heart
healing like a touch
of kind reassurance
that I am not alone
#tankathursday #healing
#tanka #poetry #mentalhealth
umbrellas my heart
healing like a touch
of kind reassurance
that I am not alone
#tankathursday #healing
#tanka #poetry #mentalhealth
November 19, 2023 at 4:28 AM
a reign of gold
umbrellas my heart
healing like a touch
of kind reassurance
that I am not alone
#tankathursday #healing
#tanka #poetry #mentalhealth
umbrellas my heart
healing like a touch
of kind reassurance
that I am not alone
#tankathursday #healing
#tanka #poetry #mentalhealth
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