Pablo Eskimobar
@paulhoworth.bsky.social
Running from the house with my pants on fire
the call of the ruru
walks the night
her call
ascends the valley
and rings the stars
on their mechanical swings
satellites tremor
as the last wisps of cloud
signal a moonlit semaphore
in the gap between calls
moments resile
her notes ride their echo and then fall
#poetry #4yearsof #daily #booksky
walks the night
her call
ascends the valley
and rings the stars
on their mechanical swings
satellites tremor
as the last wisps of cloud
signal a moonlit semaphore
in the gap between calls
moments resile
her notes ride their echo and then fall
#poetry #4yearsof #daily #booksky
March 30, 2025 at 8:34 AM
a slow rain came to fall
from it came a deeper spontaneous joy as
an entire cast and audience scrambled for cover to see
the performance shift into the small house
then
an expression that
could never be imagined
effortlessly
emerged
out of the
endless
present
#poetry #4yearsof #daily #booksky
from it came a deeper spontaneous joy as
an entire cast and audience scrambled for cover to see
the performance shift into the small house
then
an expression that
could never be imagined
effortlessly
emerged
out of the
endless
present
#poetry #4yearsof #daily #booksky
March 28, 2025 at 9:52 PM
heading out
I glimpse the sea and see
the splintered light cast from
shimmering waves
reminding me of
the coming and going of life
how I’m a flash of existence
a splinter of light on a wave
not bound by anything
for long
not this body
not this mind
not this time
#poetry #4yearsof #daily #booksky
I glimpse the sea and see
the splintered light cast from
shimmering waves
reminding me of
the coming and going of life
how I’m a flash of existence
a splinter of light on a wave
not bound by anything
for long
not this body
not this mind
not this time
#poetry #4yearsof #daily #booksky
March 28, 2025 at 12:03 AM
out of dreamless sleep
comes a shadow that
hangs over the day
making it seem squalid or
half-lived
while I reach for
an uneasy truce
between mind and emotion
trying hard not to lose
sense and reason
as I push on
upstream against
the mad normal and its
bitter tide
#poetry #4yearsof #daily #booksky
comes a shadow that
hangs over the day
making it seem squalid or
half-lived
while I reach for
an uneasy truce
between mind and emotion
trying hard not to lose
sense and reason
as I push on
upstream against
the mad normal and its
bitter tide
#poetry #4yearsof #daily #booksky
March 27, 2025 at 4:56 AM
at sunrise
the hard night breaks
a blackbird sings
setting loose
an open melody
kindling an optimism
counter rhythmic to
the chaos
of power and ignorance
the sweet notes
calling the day awake
making something of a promise
all could be well if you would only
sing
#poetry #4yearsof #daily
#booksky
the hard night breaks
a blackbird sings
setting loose
an open melody
kindling an optimism
counter rhythmic to
the chaos
of power and ignorance
the sweet notes
calling the day awake
making something of a promise
all could be well if you would only
sing
#poetry #4yearsof #daily
#booksky
March 26, 2025 at 6:52 AM
the early autumn eve
prepossessed with a softening chill
that begins to bruise the leaves
everything is in early decline but beautiful
to remind me yet again
that all falls and
the beauty is in just understanding this
to walk with it
through the lilting evening
#poetry
#4yearsof
#daily
#booksky
prepossessed with a softening chill
that begins to bruise the leaves
everything is in early decline but beautiful
to remind me yet again
that all falls and
the beauty is in just understanding this
to walk with it
through the lilting evening
#poetry
#4yearsof
#daily
#booksky
March 6, 2025 at 6:54 AM
an owl calls and
night shifts a moment
the breeze
abating as
stars float between
cloud gaps
otherwise everything is dark
my restlessness
mocks time
and should dawn ever come
it will only do so creeping
slow and soft
like a stalking cat
with no care for my
calling
#poetry
#4yearsof
#daily
#booksky
night shifts a moment
the breeze
abating as
stars float between
cloud gaps
otherwise everything is dark
my restlessness
mocks time
and should dawn ever come
it will only do so creeping
slow and soft
like a stalking cat
with no care for my
calling
#poetry
#4yearsof
#daily
#booksky
February 27, 2025 at 3:50 AM
the city at night
is full of sirens
as though every sleeping breath is an emergency
through empty streets
they ricochet off
concrete, glass and steel
an orchestrated dissonance of panic
someone or something to be saved
in the pensive dark
or to be lost
like sleep
#poetry
#4yearsof
#daily
#booksky
is full of sirens
as though every sleeping breath is an emergency
through empty streets
they ricochet off
concrete, glass and steel
an orchestrated dissonance of panic
someone or something to be saved
in the pensive dark
or to be lost
like sleep
#poetry
#4yearsof
#daily
#booksky
February 25, 2025 at 1:59 AM
Little swells burst
Cut by the bow
A sea bird glides nearby
Glinting in the late day’s light
I look to the her and
To the horizon
For a moment
Near and far in harmonic balance
What captains no longer notice
I see and feel completely
Shifting with the subtle heave
#poetry
#4yearsof
#daily
#booksky
Cut by the bow
A sea bird glides nearby
Glinting in the late day’s light
I look to the her and
To the horizon
For a moment
Near and far in harmonic balance
What captains no longer notice
I see and feel completely
Shifting with the subtle heave
#poetry
#4yearsof
#daily
#booksky
February 23, 2025 at 8:17 AM
she catches the wave
i feel a shifting tide
sheer joy and delight
a high five
running into the sea again
eyes alive
timing the dive
chasing the ride
she watches me return
we try again
facing the break
between sea and sky
a weightless glide
her smile
ocean wide
#poetry
#4yearsof
#daily
#booksky
i feel a shifting tide
sheer joy and delight
a high five
running into the sea again
eyes alive
timing the dive
chasing the ride
she watches me return
we try again
facing the break
between sea and sky
a weightless glide
her smile
ocean wide
#poetry
#4yearsof
#daily
#booksky
February 22, 2025 at 7:45 AM
today
cicadas sing
they sing to thrive
to be survived
by next season’s singers
so many singers
one song
how would it be
if all we had to do is sing
one simple song
once we’ve sung our part
to know that our song
will continue
we’d sing our meaning
and be done
#poetry
#4yearsof
#daily
#booksky
cicadas sing
they sing to thrive
to be survived
by next season’s singers
so many singers
one song
how would it be
if all we had to do is sing
one simple song
once we’ve sung our part
to know that our song
will continue
we’d sing our meaning
and be done
#poetry
#4yearsof
#daily
#booksky
February 20, 2025 at 8:51 PM
in the angled sunlight of late summer morning
mist is clearing from the tops of the near hills
silver birches still
no longer recoiling from the heaving winds of yesterday
I breathe and remain
believing
this is not a losing battle
just a time of sharp transition
#poetry #4yearsof #daily #booksky
mist is clearing from the tops of the near hills
silver birches still
no longer recoiling from the heaving winds of yesterday
I breathe and remain
believing
this is not a losing battle
just a time of sharp transition
#poetry #4yearsof #daily #booksky
February 19, 2025 at 8:20 PM
imagine
if we could grow old
without carrying
questions and scars
if we came through
nurtured purely
safe
imagine
if we had no struggle
to know how or why
free from the
sticky confusions
the petty brutalities
of home
painlessly here
bright burning
alive
imagine
#poetry
#4yearsof
#daily
#booksky
if we could grow old
without carrying
questions and scars
if we came through
nurtured purely
safe
imagine
if we had no struggle
to know how or why
free from the
sticky confusions
the petty brutalities
of home
painlessly here
bright burning
alive
imagine
#poetry
#4yearsof
#daily
#booksky
February 18, 2025 at 9:12 PM
sometimes
soft rain is enough
a gentle opera
of falling
applause
singing me to sleep
permeating dreams
urging sanity
or at least a night without loss
grief paused
struggle suspended
respite within the tumbling embrace
be with me
soft rain
abide this slow night
#poetry
#4yearsof
#daily
#booksky
soft rain is enough
a gentle opera
of falling
applause
singing me to sleep
permeating dreams
urging sanity
or at least a night without loss
grief paused
struggle suspended
respite within the tumbling embrace
be with me
soft rain
abide this slow night
#poetry
#4yearsof
#daily
#booksky
February 17, 2025 at 8:59 AM
a stray cloud
speaks in soliloquy
the rains are coming
but here I am
alone like you
the same lightness
adrift
eventually we dissolve or
evaporate
becoming as though we never were
by luck of timing
we may glow bright
shot by sunset rays
then gone
once and
for all
#poetry
#4yearsof
#daily
#booksky
speaks in soliloquy
the rains are coming
but here I am
alone like you
the same lightness
adrift
eventually we dissolve or
evaporate
becoming as though we never were
by luck of timing
we may glow bright
shot by sunset rays
then gone
once and
for all
#poetry
#4yearsof
#daily
#booksky
February 17, 2025 at 1:48 AM
though I do not believe it
the dream fills with destitution
this young girl, once a bright babe in arms,
is mad with addiction and conspiracy
she shrieks with despair at the dealer who denies her
then a moment later
solicits the passing crowd for mercy and
money
#poetry
#4yearsof
#daily
#booksky
the dream fills with destitution
this young girl, once a bright babe in arms,
is mad with addiction and conspiracy
she shrieks with despair at the dealer who denies her
then a moment later
solicits the passing crowd for mercy and
money
#poetry
#4yearsof
#daily
#booksky
February 16, 2025 at 8:15 AM
let it fall
this grand tree
despite all it housed
shaded
sheltered
let it shatter
and be remade
this is the only way to make sense of it
to honour and
remember
let it come down
in a rain of splinters
we will know then
how mighty and true
how necessary
it was
#poetry #4yearsof #daily #booksky
this grand tree
despite all it housed
shaded
sheltered
let it shatter
and be remade
this is the only way to make sense of it
to honour and
remember
let it come down
in a rain of splinters
we will know then
how mighty and true
how necessary
it was
#poetry #4yearsof #daily #booksky
February 14, 2025 at 8:47 AM
the night is a broken song
forlorn singer
how long I’ve listened
how I’ve heard in the effervescent starlight
one sweet note abandoned
recalling lost recitals playing
in the cascading dark’s arrhythmia
and how I danced for you
between songs
aching for the moon
#poetry #4yearsof #daily #booksky
forlorn singer
how long I’ve listened
how I’ve heard in the effervescent starlight
one sweet note abandoned
recalling lost recitals playing
in the cascading dark’s arrhythmia
and how I danced for you
between songs
aching for the moon
#poetry #4yearsof #daily #booksky
February 13, 2025 at 8:40 AM
quiet tears
the kind that fall slow
from little realisations
the seeing of shadows
where she thought there were none
her quiet tears
enough to condemn
my heartless errors
promises left empty
small but countless brutalities
tears of dignity that
move me to shame
#poetry #daily #4yearsof
#booksky
the kind that fall slow
from little realisations
the seeing of shadows
where she thought there were none
her quiet tears
enough to condemn
my heartless errors
promises left empty
small but countless brutalities
tears of dignity that
move me to shame
#poetry #daily #4yearsof
#booksky
February 11, 2025 at 8:19 AM
A new phase of the moon
Alters the angle of light
Gravity bends the tide
A darkened ship
Silhouettes the sea, leaning
As slow swells slide
Drops of mist
Assail flags, a breeze
Pings the guides
Day is so faraway
And I hold the watch
For the deepening night abides
#poetry #4yearsof #daily #booksky
Alters the angle of light
Gravity bends the tide
A darkened ship
Silhouettes the sea, leaning
As slow swells slide
Drops of mist
Assail flags, a breeze
Pings the guides
Day is so faraway
And I hold the watch
For the deepening night abides
#poetry #4yearsof #daily #booksky
February 10, 2025 at 9:13 AM
one million miles away
the shards of a star scatter
and battalions of satellites scour the sky
for meaning and purpose
not so faraway
weapons poised and recoiling
angry men assault a city
and no satellite looks
our city
our bricks, our streets
our meaning
#poetry
#4yearsof
#daily
#booksky
the shards of a star scatter
and battalions of satellites scour the sky
for meaning and purpose
not so faraway
weapons poised and recoiling
angry men assault a city
and no satellite looks
our city
our bricks, our streets
our meaning
#poetry
#4yearsof
#daily
#booksky
February 9, 2025 at 4:17 AM
I was small and
She would call me her
Little Terror
When I would wail in shopping malls
For things I could not have
And when the tempest of
My denial passed
Her circled arms pulled me in to hear her heartbeat
The rhythm of some unfathomable treasure
Undeniably mine
#poetry #4yearsof #daily #booksky
She would call me her
Little Terror
When I would wail in shopping malls
For things I could not have
And when the tempest of
My denial passed
Her circled arms pulled me in to hear her heartbeat
The rhythm of some unfathomable treasure
Undeniably mine
#poetry #4yearsof #daily #booksky
February 7, 2025 at 4:35 AM
across the quiet night
fierce sadnesses arch
towards refraining hearts
the old die so quickly
and the young forget time
the living believe too much
the dead too little
coldness bites as a sorry night bird calls
warning us again that hate’s harvest comes
for all
#poetry #4yearsof #daily
#booksky
fierce sadnesses arch
towards refraining hearts
the old die so quickly
and the young forget time
the living believe too much
the dead too little
coldness bites as a sorry night bird calls
warning us again that hate’s harvest comes
for all
#poetry #4yearsof #daily
#booksky
February 6, 2025 at 8:52 AM
sometimes
we notice we carry sadness
a deep vulnerability
a feeling of dread
and
at those times
if we sit with our disturbance
be patient with it
we hear the sadness speak
as a little gap of light opens
through which we can see
a new bud of truth
unfurling sweetly
#poetry
#4yearsof
#daily
#booksky
we notice we carry sadness
a deep vulnerability
a feeling of dread
and
at those times
if we sit with our disturbance
be patient with it
we hear the sadness speak
as a little gap of light opens
through which we can see
a new bud of truth
unfurling sweetly
#poetry
#4yearsof
#daily
#booksky
January 30, 2025 at 10:50 PM