woken, in her white linen gown on her white linen bed barefoot, she considers day painting titled Alcove

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

I learn by going where I have to go.

This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.

What falls away is always. And is near.

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

I learn by going where I have to go.

#poem excerpt: Theodore Roethke
#art Eva Gonzalès

one silvery egg, a handful of striped feathers, one small moss nest illustration

There in the windy flood of morning

Longing lifted its weight from me,

Lost as a sob in the midst of cheering,

Swept as a sea-bird out to sea.

🕊

#poem excerpt:Sara Teasdale
#art Amber Alexander
2/2

#resist

one silvery egg, a handful of striped feathers, one small moss nest illustration

I went out on an April morning

All alone, for my heart was high,

I was a child of the shining meadow,

I was a sister of the sky.

1/2

golden dawn over blue hills colorblock fields of tulips growing new papery gold hearts photograph

Listen. Put on morning.
Waken into falling light.

Listen. Put on lightbreak.
Waken into miracle.

Listen.

☀️

#poem excerpt; W. S. Graham
#art Skagit Valley: Rakan Alduaij

#resist

Milky Way purple sky roofs tulip fields, all mud; each plant is goblets of light photograph

News: XII

only the rains
only the sun

only the stars
of evening

only the strength of leaves
only the breath of earth

only the depths of love
can renew the cup of the heart.

I learn this by
the chalices of tulips

✨️

#poem L.C. Goodwin
#NewsSeries
#art Skagit Valley: Rakan Alduaij

#resist

thank you for writing!

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😎 💚💚💚☀️🌿

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she is
a skimming of light
in a plunge of shadow

#poetry

with thanks to @davidatkinsonpoet.bsky.social

for sharing the poem
The New Poetry Handbook
by Mark Strand

in her white bodice & sleeve, her pearl earring she writes on a white page painting detail

Verso 21st

If a (wo)man
finishes a poem,
(she) shall bathe in the blank
wake of (her) passion
and be kissed
by white paper

📖✒️

#poem excerpt: Mark Strand
Adaptation: L.C. Goodwin
#art Vermeer

#resist

I'll take verse 21 for a woman poet.

A Tufted Titmouse perched on a branch that is starting to show some greenery. Things are really starting to leaf out this week! 🌿

it helps, doing this, to have access to good affordable tailoring, and the upfront expectation of using that service

#art Brooklyn Botanical Garden
#haiku #micropoem
cleavers

#resist

You don't speak of dreams as unreal. They exist. They leave a mark behind them.

well done!

The stone is a mirror,
The chisel a tongue,
To speak of the secrets
The silence has wrung.
​I hammer the shadows
To find where I stand,
But the face in the marble
Is holding my hand.

#ও☉❢☉✑
#poetry
#writing
#micropoetry
#blueskywriters
#writingcommunity

He knew now, and the knowledge was hard, that his task had never been to undo what he had done, but to finish what he had begun.

a group of men in tuxedos are dancing in front of a yacht and the words welcome to the tribunal ALT: a group of men in tuxedos are dancing in front of a yacht and the words welcome to the tribunal

Here's an idea: don't start a fucking illegal war with zero advance planning!

Logistical and supply-line failures are the base of the pyramid of criminal idiocy that results.

I hope someone is dusting & vacuuming at the Hague...

Hey those guys had pease porridge plus hardtack with weevils and maggots for extra protein!

Please go read Aristotle and Christopher Booker on this topic, then come back when you have a better sense of the vast philosophical history behind the idea you questioned.

#TheMoreYouKnow

oh, my darling

I hold you
the way sleep
holds me

never soon enough
never long enough

in the empty stone chamber falling light sifts through his cupped, sacred fingers photograph

It takes love over gold
and mind over matter

to do what you do that you must

when the things that you hold
can fall and be shattered

or run through your fingers like dust

☀️

lyric #poem Mark Knopfler
#art Sanctuary of Amun-Re at Karnak: Guillaume Roche

#resist

dogwood's folded calyx protects the timid blossom within – vegetable kindness photograph

News: III

warmed days turn colder
April withdraws toward winter

I learn this by
my dogwood, paused in blossom

🌸🌿

#poem L.C. Goodwin
#micropoem #NewsSeries
#art Georgianna Lane

#resist

old white blocked out on denim blue— Japanese flower woodblock

in spring, recall
summers past & yet
to come

amiable memory,
kind as old denim to the hand

💠

#poem L.C. Goodwin
#micropoem
#art Chrysanthemum:
Katsushika Taito II (circa 1830s)

#resist

closer than a kiss pale pink blossoms of apple later, sweet fruit painting

the petals
from the apple
blow on the road

the morning
stands up straight, the night
is blue from the full of the April moon

What soul
is without fault?

🌸🌿

#poem excerpt: Charles Olson
#art Apple Blossoms II:
Georgia O'Keeffe (probably)

#resist

new mint leaves climb scrambling up to wet skies scenting all the air photograph

My vegetable love should grow

Vaster than empires, and more slow.

But at my back I always hear

Time's wing'ed chariot hurrying near

And yonder all before us lie

Deserts of vast eternity.

🌿

#poem excerpt: Andrew Marvell
#art L.C. Goodwin

#resist

in the springgreen woods two paths cross, both destinations out of sight photograph

I believe with perfect faith that at this very moment
millions of human beings are standing at crossroads

showing each other where to turn, what the right way is,
which direction.

I believe with perfect faith that at this very moment.

#poem excerpt: Yehuda Amichai
#art Martin Liebermann

#resist

wing-feather fingers flung wide to the chill morning she soars — crow photograph

News: II

out past the porch
over greened grass,
new-sprung oregano —

stilled chill air
suspends a rainy mist &
clouds of my warm breath.

Away above,
a grim wind slings
sharp afflictive drops.

I learn this by
the hurried flights of crows

🌿

#poem L.C. Goodwin
#NewsSeries
#art Mike

#resist