Against a plain white background, a #haiku by returning contributor, Oana Maria Cercel @oana_maria_ reads, “waveless shore the footprints I leave behind” Oana lives in Italy where she writes and co-edits Cold Moon Journal. #poetry #footprint #shore #italy
#haiku by returning contributor, Oana Maria Cercel @oana_maria_ a
Oana lives in Italy where she writes and co-edits Cold Moon Journal. #poetry #footprint #shore #italy
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Soon the haze of green and we will name the shades. Jade and emerald, sage and hunter. There will be a moment when it is all new. Leaves unfurled and wind danced. Then we will stop noticing until they turn to gold and we pay attention again. Rust and copper, bronze and crimson.
#vss365 jade
You're looking at velvet malachite, Cu2CO3(OH)2.
A few warnings:
Please resist the urge to touch it to feel how soft it is.
Absolutely /do not/ lick it.
Keep far away from any Supermen.
If a wingéd creature emerges, do not agree to any pacts.
Let's talk about the science here.
#Discover #AncientBlueSky #Prehistoric #Archaelogy
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The morning mist hovers over the silhouetted vista as the distant mountains are woken by pre daybreak light. The waterway is calm as it holds the reflection while edged with auburn grasses.
The morning arrived 📷🕊️ …
late spring
the horizon
unraveling
#haiku
I went for a walk in the forest at dusk... into night. I saw a few bats flitting against an orange sky.
the woods at night
bright
spring peepers
#haibun
#haiku
Rain
Kamenosuke Ogata (1900-1942)
Fourth day of rain--
And yet the pine needles are still sharp
「雨」
尾形亀之助
四日も雨だー
それでも松の葉はとんがり
#poetry #translation
we are fish
with lungs--
lingering summer heat
--Daisuke Kawai
われらこそ肺ある魚残暑かな 川合大祐
#senryu #gendaisenryu #translation
no trickery!
the wisdom of
being useless
#vss365 #trickery
#Senryu #micropoetry #micropoem
❤️ 🦋❤️
soft rain~
someone else
is singing too
#haiku
A bee flying right near the purple flowers of a Mexican sage bush. The long, thin bundle of fuzzy flowers goes from the bottom right corner, curves up to the top, then dips back down. The background is blurred green leaves with a little bit of purple flowers.
"It's a bee"
The only bee shot I got that was not massively blurred the other day, and that includes perfectly still bees. I don't have a macro lens.
#MacroMonday #AlphabetChallenge #WeekPForPurple #EastCoastKin #ECK #PhotographersUnited #photography #ArtYear
#5lines #poem
after the wave crashes
and takes away the castle
I wonder if she'll find me
if I leave a trail
of broken shells
OK, _now_ it's good night. I'm glad to share this, though!
An early good night (for North America) Bluesky, with this lovely sunset.
I've read poems for today, and I'm trying to skip the doomscrolling . . . .
I am thrilled that @stridermarcusjones.bsky.social has published three longer pieces of mine on the wonderful @lothlorienpoetryj.bsky.social They’re all #visions Millennial is urban, Worlds’ Ends concerns places & histories, & The Mark is folkloric. @rfsmith.bsky.social #promptcombo #poetrycommunity
Centre of its world, child –
Moon reaching up,
Jupiter reaching down.
Iron Bodhisattva —
she touches a finger to my tongue
and teaches it starlight.
in the gutter
a red sneaker still looking
for its foot
#haiku
Backlit white dogwood blossoms and dark branches stretch across a bright blue sky, with sunlight filtering through the petals and soft-focus foliage in the background
You are the music while the music lasts.
— T. S. Eliot
#BlueSkyMonday
#FlowerReport
#BloomScrolling
Do Not Finish This Poem
there was that time
we plunged
into an ocean of ink
and swam until
our lungs burst
with sonnets
we held hands
under a sea of stars
spiralling into
fractal nebulas
the underside of the sun
our only shelter
. . .
#poetry
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This👇
A mix of elemental, mythic & moral forces here, pride/fall, hubris/nemesis, fortune’s wheel, karma, & our ‘BBC Nature programme’ indifference.
All must fall…
Put on this coat of goose feather.
These sealskin boots. Wipe tallow on your lips.
We may see a gam of whales today.
When we return, our loves may still love us…
Han VanderHart #poetry #NaPoMo #NationalPoetryMonth 📚💙
monotone shot of old icehouse, seagull perched on pointed roof with mountains behind and raised dock boom
@caterwaulerin.bsky.social 🫶
one by one
the tulip petals fall
still stoplight red
#haiku
Oh, I just saw that this became a haiku sequence with Jim Young @oyoguhito.bsky.social and there are so many good ones from each of them!
