Trini
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Poetry • Cultural Allusion • Human Connection • Nature-inspired
“Two small saplings:
rooted, sprouted, reaching.
Their spindly branches
search for the sky,
the sun, and each other.
They twist their limbs,
intertwining in a spiral
that strengthens and stabilizes
them both to thin trunks’ core.”
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rooted, sprouted, reaching.
Their spindly branches
search for the sky,
the sun, and each other.
They twist their limbs,
intertwining in a spiral
that strengthens and stabilizes
them both to thin trunks’ core.”
#poem #poetry #poetrycommunity #nature
October 15, 2025 at 12:55 PM
“Two small saplings:
rooted, sprouted, reaching.
Their spindly branches
search for the sky,
the sun, and each other.
They twist their limbs,
intertwining in a spiral
that strengthens and stabilizes
them both to thin trunks’ core.”
#poem #poetry #poetrycommunity #nature
rooted, sprouted, reaching.
Their spindly branches
search for the sky,
the sun, and each other.
They twist their limbs,
intertwining in a spiral
that strengthens and stabilizes
them both to thin trunks’ core.”
#poem #poetry #poetrycommunity #nature
Seasons change
and I feel myself fall
with the auburn autumn leaves.
Keep my bare branches
sturdy and strong through
the crisping cracking winter wind.
May the sap of my spirit
flow warmly beneath
the bark of my winter’s rest,
and bring forth green growth
in spring’s return.
#poem #poetry #autumn
and I feel myself fall
with the auburn autumn leaves.
Keep my bare branches
sturdy and strong through
the crisping cracking winter wind.
May the sap of my spirit
flow warmly beneath
the bark of my winter’s rest,
and bring forth green growth
in spring’s return.
#poem #poetry #autumn
October 14, 2025 at 12:26 PM
And when the world
beyond your family
becomes too heavy to bare
bring your family
into the hurting world.
Hold hands tightly
and let your love
be seen by all.
Make new family
by those willing
to take your hands.
And when your family
then reaches beyond the world,
be home and
love the change.
beyond your family
becomes too heavy to bare
bring your family
into the hurting world.
Hold hands tightly
and let your love
be seen by all.
Make new family
by those willing
to take your hands.
And when your family
then reaches beyond the world,
be home and
love the change.
September 9, 2025 at 12:00 PM
And when the world
beyond your family
becomes too heavy to bare
bring your family
into the hurting world.
Hold hands tightly
and let your love
be seen by all.
Make new family
by those willing
to take your hands.
And when your family
then reaches beyond the world,
be home and
love the change.
beyond your family
becomes too heavy to bare
bring your family
into the hurting world.
Hold hands tightly
and let your love
be seen by all.
Make new family
by those willing
to take your hands.
And when your family
then reaches beyond the world,
be home and
love the change.
Meet me at the
edge of the garden.
Tell no one
you’re leaving.
I will know
when you’ve arrived.
I will scale
the brambled
briared hedge,
if you don’t mind
the thorned scratches
down my forearm.
If I leap from the
edge of the garden,
do you think
they’d notice
our absence
by morning?
edge of the garden.
Tell no one
you’re leaving.
I will know
when you’ve arrived.
I will scale
the brambled
briared hedge,
if you don’t mind
the thorned scratches
down my forearm.
If I leap from the
edge of the garden,
do you think
they’d notice
our absence
by morning?
April 15, 2025 at 12:51 PM
Meet me at the
edge of the garden.
Tell no one
you’re leaving.
I will know
when you’ve arrived.
I will scale
the brambled
briared hedge,
if you don’t mind
the thorned scratches
down my forearm.
If I leap from the
edge of the garden,
do you think
they’d notice
our absence
by morning?
edge of the garden.
Tell no one
you’re leaving.
I will know
when you’ve arrived.
I will scale
the brambled
briared hedge,
if you don’t mind
the thorned scratches
down my forearm.
If I leap from the
edge of the garden,
do you think
they’d notice
our absence
by morning?
February clouds
Broken for just a moment
Closed eyes, warm pink lids
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Broken for just a moment
Closed eyes, warm pink lids
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February 27, 2025 at 3:22 PM
February clouds
Broken for just a moment
Closed eyes, warm pink lids
#haiku #poetry #haikupoetry #poem #poetrycommunity
Broken for just a moment
Closed eyes, warm pink lids
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As the calvary
march towards
the kingdom,
I pray for
a sore hoof,
a weak joint,
a spooked disposition,
anything to send Saul
tumbling from his saddle.
Protect his horse,
but not his sight,
and in his blindness,
may Paul
lead the herd
towards peace
in the kingdom.
Acts 9:1-19
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march towards
the kingdom,
I pray for
a sore hoof,
a weak joint,
a spooked disposition,
anything to send Saul
tumbling from his saddle.
Protect his horse,
but not his sight,
and in his blindness,
may Paul
lead the herd
towards peace
in the kingdom.
Acts 9:1-19
#poem #poetry
February 4, 2025 at 1:38 PM
I would’ve chosen
different gifts for a baby.
Not much good does gold
for a boy born in a manger.
Death perfumes?
To a postpartum mother?
Even the drummer boy,
pa rum pa pa pum
must’ve been
quite the racket.
We say the kings were wise,
but maybe a meal and a rattle
would’ve been more thoughtful.
different gifts for a baby.
Not much good does gold
for a boy born in a manger.
Death perfumes?
To a postpartum mother?
Even the drummer boy,
pa rum pa pa pum
must’ve been
quite the racket.
We say the kings were wise,
but maybe a meal and a rattle
would’ve been more thoughtful.
January 7, 2025 at 3:33 PM
I would’ve chosen
different gifts for a baby.
Not much good does gold
for a boy born in a manger.
Death perfumes?
To a postpartum mother?
Even the drummer boy,
pa rum pa pa pum
must’ve been
quite the racket.
We say the kings were wise,
but maybe a meal and a rattle
would’ve been more thoughtful.
different gifts for a baby.
Not much good does gold
for a boy born in a manger.
Death perfumes?
To a postpartum mother?
Even the drummer boy,
pa rum pa pa pum
must’ve been
quite the racket.
We say the kings were wise,
but maybe a meal and a rattle
would’ve been more thoughtful.
Today I wish for
one more minute with
the cool glass slippers
against my heel,
for one more hour
of the swell of the band,
for one more day
as the prince holds my hand.
Come pick me up tomorrow,
Fairy Godmother.
I’ve still got a ball tonight.
#newyears #happynewyear
one more minute with
the cool glass slippers
against my heel,
for one more hour
of the swell of the band,
for one more day
as the prince holds my hand.
Come pick me up tomorrow,
Fairy Godmother.
I’ve still got a ball tonight.
#newyears #happynewyear
December 31, 2024 at 1:22 PM
Today I wish for
one more minute with
the cool glass slippers
against my heel,
for one more hour
of the swell of the band,
for one more day
as the prince holds my hand.
Come pick me up tomorrow,
Fairy Godmother.
I’ve still got a ball tonight.
#newyears #happynewyear
one more minute with
the cool glass slippers
against my heel,
for one more hour
of the swell of the band,
for one more day
as the prince holds my hand.
Come pick me up tomorrow,
Fairy Godmother.
I’ve still got a ball tonight.
#newyears #happynewyear
As I wait until
the clock strikes twelve,
I pray for just another second
with my carriage and my horsemen.
Do not mistake my plea
as ingratitude for
the pumpkin and the mice,
but tomorrow they will return
to fruit and fur.
the clock strikes twelve,
I pray for just another second
with my carriage and my horsemen.
Do not mistake my plea
as ingratitude for
the pumpkin and the mice,
but tomorrow they will return
to fruit and fur.
December 31, 2024 at 1:22 PM
As I wait until
the clock strikes twelve,
I pray for just another second
with my carriage and my horsemen.
Do not mistake my plea
as ingratitude for
the pumpkin and the mice,
but tomorrow they will return
to fruit and fur.
the clock strikes twelve,
I pray for just another second
with my carriage and my horsemen.
Do not mistake my plea
as ingratitude for
the pumpkin and the mice,
but tomorrow they will return
to fruit and fur.
And what if he was
only a watchman?
or I snap my clavicle
falling from the garden wall?
My poor companions,
they cannot bear me more,
for I can hardly bear myself.
I search with a torch fueled
from the cloth of his back,
but my ring
remains lost in the grass.
#bahai #aiart
Parable of Two Lovers
only a watchman?
or I snap my clavicle
falling from the garden wall?
My poor companions,
they cannot bear me more,
for I can hardly bear myself.
I search with a torch fueled
from the cloth of his back,
but my ring
remains lost in the grass.
#bahai #aiart
Parable of Two Lovers
December 30, 2024 at 2:48 AM
Though your eyelids
be sealed in mud,
Remember the night is darkest
just before the dawn.
The moments
when your lashes
weigh the heaviest
and your iris aches
for the light of day.
It is here,
in the muck
and the clay,
where our eyes
will be cleared,
the blind will see,
and healing prevails.
be sealed in mud,
Remember the night is darkest
just before the dawn.
The moments
when your lashes
weigh the heaviest
and your iris aches
for the light of day.
It is here,
in the muck
and the clay,
where our eyes
will be cleared,
the blind will see,
and healing prevails.
December 23, 2024 at 4:41 PM
Though your eyelids
be sealed in mud,
Remember the night is darkest
just before the dawn.
The moments
when your lashes
weigh the heaviest
and your iris aches
for the light of day.
It is here,
in the muck
and the clay,
where our eyes
will be cleared,
the blind will see,
and healing prevails.
be sealed in mud,
Remember the night is darkest
just before the dawn.
The moments
when your lashes
weigh the heaviest
and your iris aches
for the light of day.
It is here,
in the muck
and the clay,
where our eyes
will be cleared,
the blind will see,
and healing prevails.
A rose without her thorns
would be cruel by nature.
Trust is earned, not given.
By His Grace all be forgiven,
but forged in His Fire
my armor shall be.
Prompt in Gemini AI: Create an image based on this verse. It could be an oil painting, illustration, or any other medium you see fit.
#aiart
would be cruel by nature.
Trust is earned, not given.
By His Grace all be forgiven,
but forged in His Fire
my armor shall be.
Prompt in Gemini AI: Create an image based on this verse. It could be an oil painting, illustration, or any other medium you see fit.
#aiart
December 22, 2024 at 12:37 AM
A rose without her thorns
would be cruel by nature.
Trust is earned, not given.
By His Grace all be forgiven,
but forged in His Fire
my armor shall be.
Prompt in Gemini AI: Create an image based on this verse. It could be an oil painting, illustration, or any other medium you see fit.
#aiart
would be cruel by nature.
Trust is earned, not given.
By His Grace all be forgiven,
but forged in His Fire
my armor shall be.
Prompt in Gemini AI: Create an image based on this verse. It could be an oil painting, illustration, or any other medium you see fit.
#aiart
They cannot, they will not,
enter the home’s warm glow.
Stay here a moment.
In the red velvet chair
with a fresh cup of coffee.
Let the words you share
and witness
heal the wounds of voices’ claw.
(3/4)
enter the home’s warm glow.
Stay here a moment.
In the red velvet chair
with a fresh cup of coffee.
Let the words you share
and witness
heal the wounds of voices’ claw.
(3/4)
December 21, 2024 at 10:07 PM
They cannot, they will not,
enter the home’s warm glow.
Stay here a moment.
In the red velvet chair
with a fresh cup of coffee.
Let the words you share
and witness
heal the wounds of voices’ claw.
(3/4)
enter the home’s warm glow.
Stay here a moment.
In the red velvet chair
with a fresh cup of coffee.
Let the words you share
and witness
heal the wounds of voices’ claw.
(3/4)
Leave the voices
at the end of the road.
Let them gnash and wail
as your feet step over
the loose gravel threshold.
Watch them
scrape their teeth
and slash their nails
on the briared border
between the well-worn road
and the ever flowing river.
(1/4)
at the end of the road.
Let them gnash and wail
as your feet step over
the loose gravel threshold.
Watch them
scrape their teeth
and slash their nails
on the briared border
between the well-worn road
and the ever flowing river.
(1/4)
December 21, 2024 at 10:07 PM
Leave the voices
at the end of the road.
Let them gnash and wail
as your feet step over
the loose gravel threshold.
Watch them
scrape their teeth
and slash their nails
on the briared border
between the well-worn road
and the ever flowing river.
(1/4)
at the end of the road.
Let them gnash and wail
as your feet step over
the loose gravel threshold.
Watch them
scrape their teeth
and slash their nails
on the briared border
between the well-worn road
and the ever flowing river.
(1/4)
May you trace
every beauty mark
until the path
reveals itself in
marvelous splendor.
(2/2)
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every beauty mark
until the path
reveals itself in
marvelous splendor.
(2/2)
www.metmuseum.org/art/collecti...
#arthistory #christmas #epiphany #poetry #poem
December 20, 2024 at 11:04 PM
May you trace
every beauty mark
until the path
reveals itself in
marvelous splendor.
(2/2)
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every beauty mark
until the path
reveals itself in
marvelous splendor.
(2/2)
www.metmuseum.org/art/collecti...
#arthistory #christmas #epiphany #poetry #poem
Maybe . . .
we never left
the garden.
Instead,
we are mice,
blind and stiffened,
paws stood firmly
on supple sod,
frozen in fear
as the serpent
circles your spine.
A forked tongue
flicks in your ear:
“You’ve long left Eden”
Be a mongoose
amongst mice
and enjoy
the splendors
of the garden.
we never left
the garden.
Instead,
we are mice,
blind and stiffened,
paws stood firmly
on supple sod,
frozen in fear
as the serpent
circles your spine.
A forked tongue
flicks in your ear:
“You’ve long left Eden”
Be a mongoose
amongst mice
and enjoy
the splendors
of the garden.
December 19, 2024 at 11:24 PM
Maybe . . .
we never left
the garden.
Instead,
we are mice,
blind and stiffened,
paws stood firmly
on supple sod,
frozen in fear
as the serpent
circles your spine.
A forked tongue
flicks in your ear:
“You’ve long left Eden”
Be a mongoose
amongst mice
and enjoy
the splendors
of the garden.
we never left
the garden.
Instead,
we are mice,
blind and stiffened,
paws stood firmly
on supple sod,
frozen in fear
as the serpent
circles your spine.
A forked tongue
flicks in your ear:
“You’ve long left Eden”
Be a mongoose
amongst mice
and enjoy
the splendors
of the garden.
December 18, 2024 at 10:43 PM
And should your muscles
forget the moves,
hold my hand and
we’ll glide together.
(2/2)
2 Samuel 6:14
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forget the moves,
hold my hand and
we’ll glide together.
(2/2)
2 Samuel 6:14
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December 18, 2024 at 7:43 PM
And should your muscles
forget the moves,
hold my hand and
we’ll glide together.
(2/2)
2 Samuel 6:14
collections.mfa.org/objects/640179
#arthistory #classicart #chromolithograph #poetry #poem #reflection #writingcommunity
forget the moves,
hold my hand and
we’ll glide together.
(2/2)
2 Samuel 6:14
collections.mfa.org/objects/640179
#arthistory #classicart #chromolithograph #poetry #poem #reflection #writingcommunity
Cattails bobbing on the bank
Teeth below the surface
A wicker woven vessel
lined with lonely linen
Peril beyond the lily pads
Still safer than the shore
A hopeless journey
fortunate to find
a queen’s refuge.
Though our ships
be no more sturdy,
may we find anchor
in her holy bosom.
Exodus 2:5-10
Teeth below the surface
A wicker woven vessel
lined with lonely linen
Peril beyond the lily pads
Still safer than the shore
A hopeless journey
fortunate to find
a queen’s refuge.
Though our ships
be no more sturdy,
may we find anchor
in her holy bosom.
Exodus 2:5-10
December 18, 2024 at 7:11 PM
Cattails bobbing on the bank
Teeth below the surface
A wicker woven vessel
lined with lonely linen
Peril beyond the lily pads
Still safer than the shore
A hopeless journey
fortunate to find
a queen’s refuge.
Though our ships
be no more sturdy,
may we find anchor
in her holy bosom.
Exodus 2:5-10
Teeth below the surface
A wicker woven vessel
lined with lonely linen
Peril beyond the lily pads
Still safer than the shore
A hopeless journey
fortunate to find
a queen’s refuge.
Though our ships
be no more sturdy,
may we find anchor
in her holy bosom.
Exodus 2:5-10