Petra

Not the stars. I go out to see
the night's midnight blue
and the deep, empty

spaces in between
- the parting of our fingertips -
inhabited by our loss.

One life is only as close to the next
as the stars appear to us;
as if we could measure it

between our finger
and our thumb.

#poetry

Tezuka Yuji

Photograph of what must be some sort of white blossoming gypsophila, captured in a green field. The blossoms are on the right side of the photo, while the background and left side are blurry. There are the silhouettes of grass, and some purple / pink flowers.

- summer's melody -

It was the ocean between them
with every color
of the sea,
an entanglement
of storm and depth
of grey and green
and the blue that bound
the two together.

⋅ ˙ . ☽ ˙ . ˙ ⋅
gentle night

july

the month
i sip from

fine china tea cups
filled of blood and sand

the soul is where
we touch and heal
explore, remember
selves to self, to other
all the rest is dross

my sweet universe..

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I'm sure I've seen you
before ... I recognize you
from a thousand dreams.

#senryu

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Humble love poems
never ask for anything
but your perception.

#senryu

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i hold you like the sky
which is to say, you
already live inside
my heart —
(the heart of a bird)

🥀

after all that's
happened to me
in this i believe—
sometimes ghosts
are angels and
darkness is
light...

Stephen Spera

Always speaking
with intention—
Ancestral sky.

Black and white photograph of the sky with dark clouds in it. On the left side of the photo is the silhouette of a bird, spreading its wings, flying towards the sky.

- towards you -

a normal day
with things to do
left undone
a crash of thunder
the sadness returns

#NaTankaMo #MayTanka

once a lifetime
a string of words
comes along

decadent, exotic
timeless and
one of a kind

the ones that
draw your soul
into another dimension

where dreams
are made of
moonlight and
eternal spring

Let me
kiss it better

the emptiness
that consumes you

my Love,

the light of my heart

penetrating
radiating
replenishing

with
laser-focused
potency

We will
never know
its like again.

Surrender.

i look at the clouds and feel
the delicate dreams of birds

📷 Elizabthe Gadd
soft departure

My love didn’t flinch, even when yours faded….

angel-wing pink scars
and a bruise-hued
necklace

#poetry
#writingcommunity

the sun is bright
birds sing
the ghost
lives in my bones
if only
you had said
goodbye
touched with
one last kiss
I could survive

I'll hold you up
when you think
you're ready to fall

Alesya von Meer
The Subtle Body

Even in the dark, I look for stars I used to believe in…

Yellow Daffodils with green stems against brown dirt.

New beginnings
The possibilities are so very many...

Whispers of the wind carry secrets the heart has yet to understand….

in my previous life, i was a wildflower

Macro color photo of a curled fern. The photo is dark, moody and saturated.

Garden experiments…