[for B.] by Dick Whyte indelible-like that plate of chopped fruit forgotten in our excitement, knocked off the dresser & onto the floor— a reminder futures are not known but anticipated antecedents—animals rushing to the waterhole, each making room for the other— exhausted & satisfied-the way dirt is satisfied by rain as it turns to mud & later dries out in the sun— emboldened

Something recent from me, written in after reading a set of poems by Orrick Johns . . .

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Anterior Axioms: awake as air awakes: ambitiously absent ants arriving—also aspirations at an ancient alter? always avoid answers an axe as well, achieving absolution all abstractions are attempts at abdication abracadabra! ask & ask & ask &

Part I of my latest poem, published in #ForgottenPoets
Love me some alliteration!

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Tonight hope--in the way corn shoots hope into the sky

Something I needed to write, to anyone who needs it . . .

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A lil reminder for myself . . .

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no jobs in the paper again-- first snow

war zone-- a mouse giving birth, to stars

A couple of poems from my latest book of #haiku 'Same Old Moon', out now in paperback and ebook. 🖤

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what would i do if i had a third eye? watch the sky! watch the sky!

a lil scrap of a spell by me x

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Practicing drawing birds 🐦

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tree just knew how & grew: teach me

in an old field ants have gathered: poet's way

Couple of rouge #haiku written while in conversation with @orrinonline.bsky.social - cheers for the lovely chats! 🖤

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also made of earth we leave two cups unglazed: one always full one always empty

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From 'Demon Sermon Tanka' (2025)
—Dick Whyte

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winter sun—
watching birds
watching us

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AD-VICE O burning ball of light what use are you: if you cannot heal the sky? heal yourself

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From 'Fragments' (2025)
Dick Whyte

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once in a thousand years the mountains agree

Fragment by Dick Whyte

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When cruelty is the father of the world even kindness reeks—

A recent couplet by me (link to rest in the comments) 🖤

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"into air—the scent of a violet sings!" I. immortal the flower's stem: an umbilical of petals ontologically arrested II. make no mistake, you can't pry open the head of an ocean without imagining our annihilation

Some new words by me from the latest issue of #ForgottenPoets

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make no mistake, you can't pry open the head of an ocean without imagining our annihilation

Up late writing - love that moment when a few lines of a poem snap into focus & you know that all you have to do is sit around with the words long enough & more will come. Gosh I love poetry! 🖤🖤🖤 (if you're also up late writing - feel free to share something in the comments)

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even the frog—
jealous of their
last verse

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—: Suggestions :— by Dick Whyte learn most of the names of the sky— make friends with stones & rocks— be a river when you need to rest— become an insect, etc.

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From the latest issue of #ForgottenPoets
A lil something by me 🖤

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AFTER IAIN MCGILCHRIST enlarging our understanding of stars— the hope of knowing god is a process that knows no end

A lil cut-up poem written after reading some Iain McGilchrist;

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"In a garden of words, prefer the weeds" [. . . cloth and bone . . . nor strewn . . .] the stones cry the river into being two shadows : one they call god sky that has teeth : keep whistling sower of stars : curved is your needle great builder of horizons : listen! water and air: we were both once the dirt speaks: moon, then sun, then blood the water bowl empty of wishes when there were no words : there were

One of my own small sequences of monostich/haikai verses - kinda like a mini-solo-renga. 🖤

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Quatrain Three funny bunnies had some money And bought some purple cupcakes; They put them in their hungry tummies Washed down with runny milkshakes.

I had the pleasure of teaching my partner's almost-four year old daughter about rhyming today, and we wrote this together. She's real keen to write more as well. So adorable. 💕

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Something from my notes…

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Something brand new for #smallpoemsunday

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O father i think of you often — widehorizoned & tender like undried paint i woke early & the dawn a chorus of coloursong exactly as you said it would be

Something new by me for my da 🖤

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—: After Harriet Dean :— by Dick Whyte even here i hear the universe howling— animal in which every other animal makes its home, reticulate the gods: we who are your children

Something new by me from the latest issue of #ForgottenPoets 🖤🖤🖤

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spit on the spirit till it’s holy & filled with holes like rain articulating the surface of a lake we kiss

Bus stop poem written about 2 minutes ago.

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bones are buried beneath the factory: sunset on boot tracks *** economics are a form of violence, gardening: all kinds of healing

The opening of one of my latest, written after reading the work of Wobbly poet Laura Tanne, in the last issue of #ForgottenPoets

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first bird cries out: every bird ever cries back

A #tanka of mine from a few years back 🖤

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Something new by me for #smallpoemsunday from the latest issue of #ForgottenPoets

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[for B.] by Dick Whyte indelible—like that plate of chopped fruit forgotten in our excitement, knocked off the dresser & onto the floor— a reminder futures are not known but anticipated antecedents—animals rushing to the waterhole, each making room for the other— exhausted & satisfied—the way dirt is satisfied by rain as it turns to mud & later dries out in the sun— emboldened

A lil something new by me 🖤
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