Goodmorning ☕️ 😊

Goodmorning ☕️ 😊

Goodmorning ☕️

New painting to start the week✨️
Haven't painted a house in a really long time..

time hold
its breathe

frozen

by the night

a slow thaw
only comes

after the sun

touches
mottled frost

#BSPP52 #poem #poetry #writerscommunity #art

a walk today, beside the river and found a magical place to sit & relax, taking in this stunning view. vivid blue mountains in the distance, white clouds and mountains reflected on the river. *unedited

"said the river: imagine everything you can imagine, then keep on going." ~mary oliver

#photography #natureisgenerous #peaceful

Her ghost is still afloat,
she knits invisible garments,
believes a “u” is a smile,
unaware of her own wake

An acrylic painting of two red adirondack chairs at the edge of a dock on a lake under an abstract sunset.

My painting TWO RED CHAIRS

a vacant lot with yellowed invasive grass and weeds cholla cactus and joshua trees and a jackrabbit with big ears in the shade munching on something - a seakelpie blurry pix

Morning Munchies
#BlurryPix
🌊🦭💚⚡️🧡🔥🐉

Deep blue spaces.
Into a sea of green...

Feeling each wave through my body, as bright yellow shines into my mind.

Keeping the clouds of sorrow away with each breath I take.

Letting the wind be my guide.

#poetry

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Goodmorning 💙

“A poem cannot stop a bullet. A novel can't defuse a bomb. But we are not helpless. We can sing the truth and name the liars.”

Salman Rushdie

Temple of Divine Light
A million tiny universes
Dance within you
Come home to yourself

~M. Mann
#poem #poetry #photography #art
Artwork: Cassandra by Eugene Berman
📸: 7/2024 McNay Art Museum

Congratulations! The editorial team has selected

no regard
for white lines
parking lot geese

for issue 48.3 of Frogpond.

#haiku

Goodmorning ✨️

Thank you! 💙

Work in progress 💙 ✨️

Goodmorning and happy monday! 😊 I wanted to say thank you to everyone who came out to trade days over the weekend. It was so nice to meet you ❤️😊

Breathless nights,
Against my skin.
The thought of you on my pillow.
As tears from above fall through the sky.
A smell of remembrance...
Spins my emotions like a tornado.
Wiping tears with rain of sorrow.
Want to feel numb as I
pick up the pieces after the storm.

-Rhiannon Sweet

Thank you 💙

"Sometimes you have to work a little harder and smarter to do what is right!" #abstractpainting

Goodmorning☕️

Happy monday 😊

Goodmorning☕️ 🍳

A love swept over me
                      like the waves
of the sea

rolling in & out,
        drenching the shoreline
of my mind,
rushing up, & over my heart

             then
retreat
ing

only to return, fiercer—
      so much more sure
than it was before.

#poem #poetry

I was born
in the snow—
sprung directly
from its icy womb,
my arteries
beating frosty
in the frozen tomb
of my body

& so, now,
I crave the warmth,
that fiery heat
of he
who was born
of the blazing sun—
to feel his hands
upon my skin
is to melt
my ice cold soul.

#FromOneLine 403
#IWasBornInTheSnow