Muriel Rukeyser. ISLANDS O for God's sake they are connected underneath They look at each other across the glittering sea some keep a low profile Some are cliffs The bathers think islands are separate like them
#SmallPoemsSunday #Rukeyser #GoodOmensCoded for 2 stanzas #ForSomeonesSake
a second spring without you
birds singing incantations
each note a memory.
#smallpoemssunday
@tomsnarsky.bsky.social
The Solitude of Night By Li Bai It was at a wine party— I lay in a drowse, knowing it not. The blown flowers fell and filled my lap. When I arose, still drunken, The birds had all gone to their nests, And there remained but few of my comrades. I went along the river—alone in the moonlight. Source: The Works of Li Po The Chinese Poet (EP Dutton & Company, 1921)
The Solitude of Night
—Li Bai
#SmallPoemsSunday #PoetrySky #poetry #poem
Still ‘round the corner
There may wait
A new road or
A secret gate;
And though I oft
Have passed them by,
A day will come
At last when I
Shall take the hidden
Paths that run
West of the moon,
East of the sun.
~ J.R.R. Tolkien
#SmallPoemsSunday
To ride out the end of #November and into #MeteorologicalWinter, here’s a last-minute #SmallPoemsSunday offering. It’s from the good ol’ “Unrorean.”
“The Lowell Line in Winter”
The Sun is nothing
but a lamp to warm
the rusty tracks
I don't write poetry as often as I once did, but #smallpoemssunday is fun, so here's one I put up on my blog a while back: samanthadunawaybryant.blogspot.com/2013/07/sam-...
happy #smallpoemssunday - pu songling, preface to his strange tales from a chinese studio
Fire Here here comes the fire has love moved on for a new domicile ? Here here comes the fire don’t let the children see behind your broken smile Here here comes the fire Love packed her bags closed the door and said goodbye Matt Guntrip
For #smallpoemssunday here is an extract from an album track I’m working on. It explores the impact of living alongside or with depression. 🤷♂️
#poem
'Love Poem' by Laurie Sheck
I'm always one for an "alternative" love poem. So sharing this beauty from Laurie Sheck for #smallpoemssunday and @tomsnarsky.bsky.social.
#poetrycommunity #writingcommunity
Black text on a white background. The text reads: "Tulips by Ernest Wakeford Your numb, dry tongues, pressed, hung in the air, dull butter knives, rubber eggs. Thick-walled veins suckle slow in grey. You’re flattened, empty like peeled oranges and lying on the wind thin and dumb as anything. About this poem This poem is a top 15 winner in the Foyle Young Poets of the Year Award 2024."
A poem for #smallpoemssunday
Ernest Wakeford's 'Tulips' was a top 15 winner of the #FoyleYoungPoets of the Year Award 2024, our talent development scheme for poets aged 11-17.
The 2025 competition will open soon...
Whisper
i whisper
so they’ll hear me
they don’t listen when you yell
no one cares
and few hear
when you talk
but when you whisper
they might just hear you
#smallpoemssunday
#smallpoemssunday
LE RAPPELEUR
The poem
is in the garden of your mind
not mine.
I chant nonsense
and scribble codes
only bees and butterflies
can fathom.
-- Timea Deinhardt
Sharing two for #SmallPoemsSunday
The first is a haiku by poet (and friend!) Lisa Mulrooney from her 2020 book "Moments: An Assortment of Contemporary Haiku"
The second is one of my daily poems from a National Poetry Month 2022 prompt 'odds'
Now show me yours! ♥️
Image is a collage, with a b&w image of a stormy sky, a silhouette of a hawthorn tree in winter on the moors.
The thing every loss I've been through has in common is the regret of all the leftover words.
"The legacy lies forgotten
A pile of books remain unread
Silence punctuates our life
With words forever unsaid"
#poetsonbluesky #poets #poetrycommunity #poetrysky #smallpoemssunday #poeticpause
Image shows the entrance to a forest in somerset. Autumn leaves line the ground, and tall, dark green trees are on the left of the photo. There are a number of red and white warning tapes blocking the path and signs describing plans to remove trees to help the forest.
Post 1/x - The Quantock Hills are my soul's home. I have spaces I return to again and again. It hurts my heart when work to "save" them, irreversibly changes them. Join me on a journey #poetsonbluesky #poetry #poets #poetrycommunity #poetrysky #smallpoemssunday #poeticpause
