Nope. Not doing anything. I’m just going to stay here! #oilpainting #art

This image is a painting titled "The Banjo Player," created in 1856 by the American artist William Sidney Mount. The painting features a portrait of an African American musician playing a banjo, a departure from the stereotypical depictions common in minstrel shows of the era.

Happy National Banjo Day!

ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ ꜱɪᴅɴᴇʏ ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀɴᴊᴏ ᴘʟᴀʏᴇʀ, 1856

some of the most beautiful art in the world was created out of everything falling apart

Monarch butterflies /
dance on cool breeze. Ascending /
higher and higher

#poem #haiku #butterfly #higher

#dailyhaikuprompt #waning

Thin clouds barely veil
The light of the #waning moon
And I see your truth

#haiku

i think it's time for a few words from my favorite poet, Mary Oliver

#poems #Despair #ecocide #extinction #politics

I met a traveller from an antique land, Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed; And on the pedestal, these words appear: My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings; Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!" Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away.

#Poetry
#BlueskyPoetry
#NoKings
#PercyByssheShelley

Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Daily Haiku #400

Shouting match
Between two seasons
Thunderstorm

#Haiku #Poetry #Spring #Winter #DailyHaikuPrompt

#Photography • #grafitti
#UrbanGaze

the surprising taste
of misshapen apples
her first pear

#DailyHaikuPrompt
#haiku

Urban street corner. Graffiti on a brick building. Spray painting of a child’s train engine chugging toward the building corner.

I think we can, I think we can…

#photography

Looking up at stars, I know quite well That for all they care I can go to hell But on earth indifference is the least We have to dread from man or beast. How would we like it were stars to burn With passion for us we cannot return If equal affection cannot be Let the more loving one be me. Admirer as I think I am Of stars that do not give damn I cannor, now I see them, say I missed one terribly all day. If all stars were to disappear or die I should learn to look at an empty sky And see its total dark sublime Though this might take me a little time. W.H Auden

“If equal affection cannot be,
let the more loving one be me”

dragonfly far from home
wind gusts picked him up like mail
new town, new love

#dailyhaikuprompt #dragonfly #gusts #haiku #poetry #writing

"Spring Explosive" (1965) by the renowned Spanish surrealist artist Salvador Dalí. About the Work: Created in 1965, Spring Explosive is a celebrated surrealist piece. It is known for its dynamic composition, which features three tall, stylized flowers—two red and one yellow—that appear to "explode" in colorful paint splashes across the canvas. Symbolism and Style: The artwork juxtaposes these vibrant, chaotic floral blooms with delicate, sketch-like human figures positioned in the background, a contrast often interpreted as evoking the vitality and fragility of the spring season. Mediums: The work has been produced in various formats, including original watercolor, gouache, and India ink on board, as well as limited edition lithographs. Legacy: As with many of Dalí's works, it remains a popular subject in art history and is frequently referenced in discussions regarding surrealist techniques and 20th-century graphic art.

Salvador Dalí
"Spring Explosive" (1965)
limited edition lithograph
#ArtSky #Dalí

Steady

The candle's flame will #waver
in the whisper of passing air,
yet still it keeps its ember,
a small, persistent flare.

#poetry
#vss365

#haiku
orange tulips
relieve
the daffodils

#art

A BMW drives past the Ponce De Leone Hotel, which is mostly in shadow except for half of its neon sign.

HOTEL 🌴
📷 Pentax K1000, 50mm f/2
🎞️ Ilford XP2 Super ☢️
#believeinfilm

The Lost Words: An Illustrated Dictionary of Poetic Spells Reclaiming the Language of Nature From acorn to wren, a vibrant encyclopedia of enchantments reweaving our broken web of belonging with the rest of nature.

When the Oxford children's dictionary discarded dozens of nature-words—"dandelion," "fern," "starling"—as irrelevant to children's imagination and replaced them with words like "broadband" and "cut-and-paste," this inspired act of resistance was born: www.themarginalian.org/2019/06/17/t...

The Garden of Armida (detail), John Collier (British, 1850-1934)

#DailyHaikuPrompt
#highpeaches
#poetry
#poem
#haiku

Always high atop
Furthest delicate branches
Ripe juicy peaches

Keith Haring wearing a t-shirt with his radiant baby art on the front during his first Japan exhibition. He painted his laughing dog on the backdrop.

Keith Haring wearing a t-shirt with his radiant baby art on the front during his first Japan exhibition. He painted his laughing dog on the backdrop and he is pretending to kick it.

Keith Haring wearing a t-shirt with his radiant baby art on the front during his first Japan exhibition. He painted his laughing dog on the backdrop and he is pretending to be kicked over by the dog.

❝When I die there is nobody to take my place. There is nobody working now who is even vaguely similar to my style or attitude or principles.❞— Keith Haring

May 4, 1958 – February 16, 1990

📷 Bruce Osborne

cloud vine
climbing
nothing

#DailyHaikuPrompt
#prompt [cloud, vine]
#modernhaiku
#haiku

Little Tienda

#photography #monochrome #blackandwhite #medellín #street #urban #latam #nikon

Green room #oilpainting #art

Daily Haiku #354 (for yesterday)

Violet lamplight
Glowing in the eastern sky
Earlier each day

#Haiku #Poetry #Spring #DailyHaikuPrompt

Trees! #woodlandwednesday #treeclub #oak

#haiku
on the flagstones
a slick silver
residue of fog

I sit awake, in silence
Listening at the Witching Hour
Alone with my thoughts
To yesterday's echoes
Of the Raven's harsh voice
Sounding in the Darkness
From memory and understanding
That now is the time
For choosing and action
No more indecision
So, I simply begin.

#Poem #Poetry #Witch #WitchSky

Shelter in the veil of night we shelter in a cave this thin place above corries and rocks wind or voices of people or others past or present whistle or echo in song outside a storm lashes the hillside inside there is calm I am not alone

Good morning everyone, happy to share this draft poem with you for #poemsabout #blackveils. Another tricky prompt from @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk! Look forward to reading others later!

#poems #poetry #scottishpoetry #scottishwriting