so world is a leaf so a tree is a bough
(and birds sing sweeter
than books
tell how)
so here is away and so your is a my
(with a down
up
around again fly)

Words: e.e.cummings
Photo: mine

#birds #poetry #photography #poetryinmotion #nature #e.e.cummings #birdsofbelgium

“may my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living"

Words: e.e. cummings
Photo: mine

#birds#photography#nature #eecummings

Sometimes you look
Like a human scribble
Like a two year old
Has colored you in
Like you’ve got
Too many feelings
To fit inside of the lines
Of your own skin

#andreagibson #poetry #poetryinmotion #photography

Words: Andrea Gibson
Photo: mine

You know who you are
You’re not broken, just rattled
Scared of the stars
Unreachable, scattered
But there in the dark
You’re secretly flattered
‘Cause light always leaks
And you know that you matter

#poetryinmotion #lucasjones #photography

Do you ever just wanna give up
Well, me too
Are you shocked by what people get
Get used to
Do you wake up in a cold sweat?
Well, that's sane
Least you got a little brain left
You've got a little brain

#birds #anidifranco #birdsofsouthafrica #nature #photography

now all the fingers of this tree(darling)have
hands, and all the hands have people; and
more each particular person is(my love)
alive than every world can understand

Words: e.e. cummings
Art: Madeleine Bialke

www.mbialke.com

#poetry #e.e.cummings #artfortheheart #poetryinmotion

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Two paintings of an eastern woman hiding a sword behind her back. The first painting is in grey and purple hues and depicts two women walking towards each other and looking at each other. The left woman is hiding a sword behind her back, the second seems to be doing the same, but we do not see the sword. The second painting is almost an exact copy of the depicted left woman in the first, hues of yellow and black however, and the woman is walking in nature towards a small puddle or pond.

the moon is hiding in
her hair.
The
lily
of heaven
full of all dreams,
draws down.

Words: e.e. cummings
Art: Fan Jing

#poetry #artfortheheart #e.e.cummings #fanjing #HdMGallery

A Blue and Gold Macaw is hanging sideways on a thin vertical tree branch in a forest. The Macaw is staring right into the camera.

“Birds cry like children, grunt like pigs,meow like cats, and sing like divas”

Words: Jennifer Ackerman
Photo: mine

#birds #photography #nature #travel #birdsofsouthafrica

as small as a world and as large as alone.

#birds #photography #poetry #e.e.cummings

Ik wil ook

Photo of both arms of a mannequin on a wooden floor. Arms are crossed. In front of them a pair of black walking shoes. Everything seems abandoned.

You have played,
(I think)
And broke the toys you were fondest of,
And are a little tired now;
Tired of things that break, and —
Just tired.
So am I.

Words: e.e. cummings
Photo: mine

#poetry #e.e.cummings #photography #artfortheheart

Not the best shot, but the latest shot. Finally some sun here in Belgium, and both Uma (canine) and Obi (feline) are enjoying the rays.

Painting of a person sitting on a bench on the seaside. Further on the left of the bench is the lighthouse. All colours are dark, with hues of grey and blue, only the sea and sky are lighter.

may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.

For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves we find in the sea

Words: e.e. cummings
Art: Léon Spilliaert

#artfortheheart #poetry #e.e.cummings #spilliaert #oostende

En?

Photo pictures a dark aircraft wing during sunset, photo taken from inside the aircraft . Horizon of blue, yellow and red hues

who are you,little i

(five or six years old)
peering from some high

window;at the gold

of november sunset

(and feeling:that if day
has to become night

this is a beautiful way)

#poetry #e.e.cummings #photography #poetryinmotion

Words: e.e. cummings
Photo: mine

Thanks! It’s in Betty’s Bay, Western Cape, South Africa

Photo of about a hundred bank cormorants on a rock with a former stone lighthouse on it. Two cormorants sit left on top of the lighthouse

I’m sorry you couldn’t find me, I’ve been in the woods. I put myself there because I couldn’t be good. I have been running with foxes and running with crows and I have found myself a home where no one goes.

Words: Florence Welch
Photo: mine

#photography #poetryinmotion #birds

Black and white photo of an older lady wearing a hat with two fresh flowers on either side pinned in it. The lady is smiling. The photo was taken in 1986, at the 40th anniversary of the Petits Frères des Pauvres (the little brothers of the poor), at the Château de Montguichet, Cagny , France.

Spring is like a perhaps hand
(which comes carefully
out of Nowhere)arranging
a window,into which people look

Words: e.e. cummings
Photo: Martine Franck

#poetry #photography #poetryinmotion #martinefranck #e.e.cummings #spring #artfortheheart

You wouldn’t believe what once or
twice I have seen. I’ll just
tell you this:
only if there are angels in your head will you
ever, possibly, see one.

#maryoliver #poetry #davidgaverle #photography #poetryinmotion

www.davidgaberle.com

Life leans towards living
And, while death claims all things at the end
There were such precious times between
In which everything was radiant
And we loved, again, this world

#poetry #tomhirons #art #anselmkiefer #artfortheheart #sichelschnitt #museumvoorlinden

Statue on the seaside, picturing Poseidon with his arms spread wide open. Upon his arms and on his head, birds sit. The title states they are pigeons, but in fact they’re small waxed ducks. In the background you can see the grayish North Sea and blue skies

There is a bird and a stone in your body. Your job is not to kill the bird with the stone.

Words: Victoria Chang
Art: Xu Zhen, Eternity - Poseidon, Pigeons
Photo: mine

#photography #art #artfortheheart #xuzhen #poetry #victoriachang #theseathesea #dehaan

Little egret taking off for flight above a shallow lake. He’s disappearing out of the picture on the left side

Still, what I want in my life
is to be willing
to be dazzled -
to cast aside the weight of facts

and maybe even
to float a little
above this difficult world.

#maryoliver #poetry #birds #poetryinmotion

Cape weaver hanging on to the bottom of his newly built nest

Let me keep my distance, always, from those
who think they have the answers.

Let me keep company always with those who say
“Look!” and laugh in astonishment,
and bow their heads.

#maryoliver #poetry #birds #poetryinmotion #photography #birdsofsouthafrica

A Medium Sulphur Crested Cockatoo is sitting on a wooden deck surrounded by trees

In this little night-covered world with you, I hope to find what I long for; a clue, a map, a bird flying south, and when the light comes we will get dressed together and go.

Words: Jeanette Winterson
Photo: mine

#addBirder #birds #poetryinmotion #nature #plettenbergbay

“Life is not what one lived, but what one remembers and how one remembers it in order to recount it.”

Words: Gabriel Garcia Márquez
Photos: mine

#nature #southafrica #poetryinmotion #photography
#botlierskop

Portrait of an emaciated woman lying naked in barren fields. behind her stands an enormous red bird, fiercely staring ahead.

Let me ask you one question: is your money that good? Will it buy you forgiveness, do you think that it could? I think you will find, when your death takes its toll, all the money you made, will never buy back your soul.

#bobdylan #bernardbuffet #lesoiseaux #art #artfortheheart #poetryinmotion

Small brownish black mycena in green moss

The way the single fish
outwits a shark
by sticking with its school,
The way the crescent moon
outspins its dark
to once again be full,
Even winter –
given long enough
begins to lose its cool

Words: Harry Baker
Photo: mine

#poetry #photography #mushroom #nature #artfortheheart #harrybakerpoet

Painting of a young woman standing at the seaside. The waves are ghosts seemingly coming after her. She is wearing a blue dress, she seems to be in shock: either her torso or her feet are the wrong way around, she has big eyes and an open mouth. She looks terrified.

Art is restoration: the idea is to repair the damages that are inflicted in life, to make something that is fragmented - which is what fear and anxiety do to a person - into something whole

Words: Louise Bourgeois
Art: Vanessa Baird

#art #artfortheheart #poetryinmotion

A migrant hawker is holding on to a flower stem and seems to be staring right back at the photographer.

I beg of you,
do not walk by
without pausing
to attend to this
rather ridiculous performance.
It could mean something.
It could mean everything.
It could be what Rilke meant, when he wrote:
You must change your life.

#poetry #photography #nature #battenbroek

Words: Mary Oliver
Photo: mine