Thomas
@taerith1379.bsky.social
booklover / poet / man / defiantly decent / taken
"Waste no more time arguing what a good man should be. Be one." Marcus Aurelius
"Waste no more time arguing what a good man should be. Be one." Marcus Aurelius
sunset light, chill wind
whisper to me; dark nights, and
winter's fated kiss
whisper to me; dark nights, and
winter's fated kiss
October 21, 2025 at 12:07 AM
sunset light, chill wind
whisper to me; dark nights, and
winter's fated kiss
whisper to me; dark nights, and
winter's fated kiss
morning mists in the field
August 29, 2025 at 12:35 PM
morning mists in the field
"How had I allowed myself to become so busy? How long had it been since I'd spent a day in the sun, eating sandwiches from a cooler and watching water ripple across the surface of a lake?..."
1/2
1/2
May 31, 2025 at 11:58 AM
"How had I allowed myself to become so busy? How long had it been since I'd spent a day in the sun, eating sandwiches from a cooler and watching water ripple across the surface of a lake?..."
1/2
1/2
dawn
mist
rain
birdsong
home
mist
rain
birdsong
home
May 4, 2025 at 11:52 AM
dawn
mist
rain
birdsong
home
mist
rain
birdsong
home
sweet dawn, birdsong, and frost in the field
April 28, 2025 at 1:58 PM
sweet dawn, birdsong, and frost in the field
mid april in upstate new york, red-winged blackbirds and grackles and starlings loudly complaining
April 16, 2025 at 11:55 AM
mid april in upstate new york, red-winged blackbirds and grackles and starlings loudly complaining
fire in the sky
frost on the ground
frost on the ground
April 15, 2025 at 3:15 PM
fire in the sky
frost on the ground
frost on the ground
dawn, and last night's aurora
March 22, 2025 at 12:41 PM
dawn, and last night's aurora
empty
still
nothing left
inside
i'm at the shore
watching the tide
recede
knowing
it won't be coming back
but
i can see the dawn
light through the crack
a glimpse
of sun
between endless sea
and stormy sky
that's it
life
that moment, that
exquisite
glimpse
still
nothing left
inside
i'm at the shore
watching the tide
recede
knowing
it won't be coming back
but
i can see the dawn
light through the crack
a glimpse
of sun
between endless sea
and stormy sky
that's it
life
that moment, that
exquisite
glimpse
February 18, 2025 at 12:07 AM
empty
still
nothing left
inside
i'm at the shore
watching the tide
recede
knowing
it won't be coming back
but
i can see the dawn
light through the crack
a glimpse
of sun
between endless sea
and stormy sky
that's it
life
that moment, that
exquisite
glimpse
still
nothing left
inside
i'm at the shore
watching the tide
recede
knowing
it won't be coming back
but
i can see the dawn
light through the crack
a glimpse
of sun
between endless sea
and stormy sky
that's it
life
that moment, that
exquisite
glimpse
Love Is
by nikki giovanni
Some people forget that love is
tucking you in and kissing you
"Good night"
no matter how young or old you are
Some people don't remember that
love is
listening and laughing and asking
questions
no matter what your age
Few recognize that love is
...
1/2
by nikki giovanni
Some people forget that love is
tucking you in and kissing you
"Good night"
no matter how young or old you are
Some people don't remember that
love is
listening and laughing and asking
questions
no matter what your age
Few recognize that love is
...
1/2
February 1, 2025 at 3:58 PM
Love Is
by nikki giovanni
Some people forget that love is
tucking you in and kissing you
"Good night"
no matter how young or old you are
Some people don't remember that
love is
listening and laughing and asking
questions
no matter what your age
Few recognize that love is
...
1/2
by nikki giovanni
Some people forget that love is
tucking you in and kissing you
"Good night"
no matter how young or old you are
Some people don't remember that
love is
listening and laughing and asking
questions
no matter what your age
Few recognize that love is
...
1/2
still
winter lives in me,
my spirit enspelled
by snow-still fields,
bare trees sleeping deep,
waters made glass beneath
cold-bright stars and
the naked, empty moon.
a knife-wind hisses
indifferent, austere,
through autumn's final leaves
flensing my naked soul.
i feel clean, old as stone,
1/2
winter lives in me,
my spirit enspelled
by snow-still fields,
bare trees sleeping deep,
waters made glass beneath
cold-bright stars and
the naked, empty moon.
a knife-wind hisses
indifferent, austere,
through autumn's final leaves
flensing my naked soul.
i feel clean, old as stone,
1/2
January 17, 2025 at 4:05 AM
still
winter lives in me,
my spirit enspelled
by snow-still fields,
bare trees sleeping deep,
waters made glass beneath
cold-bright stars and
the naked, empty moon.
a knife-wind hisses
indifferent, austere,
through autumn's final leaves
flensing my naked soul.
i feel clean, old as stone,
1/2
winter lives in me,
my spirit enspelled
by snow-still fields,
bare trees sleeping deep,
waters made glass beneath
cold-bright stars and
the naked, empty moon.
a knife-wind hisses
indifferent, austere,
through autumn's final leaves
flensing my naked soul.
i feel clean, old as stone,
1/2
Snowy, damn cold, and windy.
The pups were not impressed
The pups were not impressed
January 9, 2025 at 4:49 AM
Snowy, damn cold, and windy.
The pups were not impressed
The pups were not impressed
Art is what an artist does, not what an artist explains.
Ursula K LeGuin
Ursula K LeGuin
January 4, 2025 at 10:03 PM
Art is what an artist does, not what an artist explains.
Ursula K LeGuin
Ursula K LeGuin
poems merely are;
justified, like flowers, by
their fleeting beauty
justified, like flowers, by
their fleeting beauty
January 1, 2025 at 4:34 AM
poems merely are;
justified, like flowers, by
their fleeting beauty
justified, like flowers, by
their fleeting beauty
fire
no metaphor, or symbol
just fire
three candles
enough to see you
shiver
as my fingers
trace your hip
caress your scar
trail across your
silken belly
i kiss (kitten-soft)
beneath your ear
your moan
moves the earth
i take breath
to blow them out
you say
let them burn
no metaphor, or symbol
just fire
three candles
enough to see you
shiver
as my fingers
trace your hip
caress your scar
trail across your
silken belly
i kiss (kitten-soft)
beneath your ear
your moan
moves the earth
i take breath
to blow them out
you say
let them burn
December 28, 2024 at 3:27 AM
fire
no metaphor, or symbol
just fire
three candles
enough to see you
shiver
as my fingers
trace your hip
caress your scar
trail across your
silken belly
i kiss (kitten-soft)
beneath your ear
your moan
moves the earth
i take breath
to blow them out
you say
let them burn
no metaphor, or symbol
just fire
three candles
enough to see you
shiver
as my fingers
trace your hip
caress your scar
trail across your
silken belly
i kiss (kitten-soft)
beneath your ear
your moan
moves the earth
i take breath
to blow them out
you say
let them burn
a wild wind blows
tonight
feral,
unleashed,
off bare mountains
thru naked trees
knifing me
hunched yet walking
watching the stars
burn and vanish
scudding cloud,
wintry dawn
ice in my face
frostfire breath
all
worth the pain
to lie in your
fire
to know the
taste
of you
on my lips
tonight
feral,
unleashed,
off bare mountains
thru naked trees
knifing me
hunched yet walking
watching the stars
burn and vanish
scudding cloud,
wintry dawn
ice in my face
frostfire breath
all
worth the pain
to lie in your
fire
to know the
taste
of you
on my lips
December 24, 2024 at 1:38 AM
a wild wind blows
tonight
feral,
unleashed,
off bare mountains
thru naked trees
knifing me
hunched yet walking
watching the stars
burn and vanish
scudding cloud,
wintry dawn
ice in my face
frostfire breath
all
worth the pain
to lie in your
fire
to know the
taste
of you
on my lips
tonight
feral,
unleashed,
off bare mountains
thru naked trees
knifing me
hunched yet walking
watching the stars
burn and vanish
scudding cloud,
wintry dawn
ice in my face
frostfire breath
all
worth the pain
to lie in your
fire
to know the
taste
of you
on my lips
so tired, my hands ache
not from work, from loneliness
like me, they miss you
not from work, from loneliness
like me, they miss you
December 17, 2024 at 1:02 AM
so tired, my hands ache
not from work, from loneliness
like me, they miss you
not from work, from loneliness
like me, they miss you
before dawn, 8°f in the field
December 15, 2024 at 12:18 PM
before dawn, 8°f in the field
chill fog, still air. crows on the wing
December 10, 2024 at 1:01 PM
chill fog, still air. crows on the wing
"I shake my head, muttering darkly on shaded paths, holding conversation with the only friend and comfort this world affords, my shadow."
John Gardner, Grendel. 1971
John Gardner, Grendel. 1971
December 8, 2024 at 1:34 PM
"I shake my head, muttering darkly on shaded paths, holding conversation with the only friend and comfort this world affords, my shadow."
John Gardner, Grendel. 1971
John Gardner, Grendel. 1971
snow starting to melt in the pretty dawn
December 8, 2024 at 1:24 PM
snow starting to melt in the pretty dawn
