Reading Raindoe

Going to try to catch a peek at the eclipse if I can. We'll see if the weather cooperates (and if I am awake early enough 😁)✨

the sound of the forest-
the beating
of wings

there is this flow, there is this river
and finding it again and again

The marble stands against the gale Unmoved by salt or shifting tide No pleading for the wind to fail No wishing for a place to hide For though the outer pillars fall And all we touch must turn to dust The mind that stands above it all Is built on what is right and just The spark of reason burns within To light the path of what is true The world may lose, the world may win But peace belongs alone to you

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The Sovereign of Dust ​We are magnets, poles reversed, Bound by the gap we cannot bridge. What pulls us close is the same fierce thirst That drives us back to the barren ridge. ​I carved my name on the stars’ bright skin, A king of ash with a tongue of fire. Claiming the void that the eye takes in, Yet tethered still to the flesh's desire. ​The womb is narrow, the walls are thick, And truth is a blade that cuts too deep. The pulse is a steady, liquid tick, A suspended soul in ageless sleep. ​Born in the shadow, cast in the light, We reach for the sun from a cage of bone Master of all in the dead of night, Yet in the mirror, forever alone. ​

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I will uplift you,
Stay here for just a moment,
I will make you smile.

#haikuchallenge uplift

Music is the pathway stardust follows to visit your soul...

silhouettes filled with
between-the-lines

throughout the night
wind pushed dreams
I do not remember

all the hidden rivers
in my hands of rain

the darkness of clouds
....birds
flying in puddles

THE CHILDREN, Melissa Albert: This is an extraordinary book. It's a page-turner, full of mystery, but that's the least of it. The language is dusted with magic. I haven't read anything like it since Ray Bradbury.
Will be published June 2nd. My advice: Be first in line.

Gorgeous large starfish in clear Caribbean seas

She fell from the sky
And you held her -
Will you love her
And let her go?

#ArtInNature #poetry #photography #star #starfish #beauty

"Dahlia Tranquility. Very attractive clear white petals with a white inner collar". The orange of the bloom's centre is bristling with life. This solitary beauty is surrounded by the greenery of the garden. In the background is a white statue depicting St. Joseph cradling the Baby Jesus. The day was overcast with a light misting of rain descending on us all. It felt precious, this bit of grace. I still come down to Mercy Hospice, and each time, find a simple bit of loveliness, peace, and compassion. ...and can't we all just use a little more of that in this life?

𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 -
𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟
𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔

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#Stunday #ImageAndVerse
#mobilephotography #photography
#bloomscrolling #flowers
#haiku #shahai

as the sun sets
all colors meet
once again

#art #abstract #painting #humanart #sunset #poetry

whispers of her name
.
.
.
danced away so beautifully
.
.
.
bubbles in the lake

#haiku #poetry
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I ask the bright star
why it continues to burn
A songbird answers
#haikufeels 🌅

#dailyhaikuprompt #wildrose

over a wooden fence
decorating my garden
the neighbours wild rose

Under sapphire skies
magic shimmers in the air,
dreams sparkle like stars.

#Haiku #DailyHaikuPrompt Blue sky

how he spells poems in verse of frozen leaf north wind’s ballad

#completethehaiga 138
#haiga #haiku

@completethehaiga.bsky.social ✨

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Thank you Anik! ☺️🫶💜✨

A stack of historic leather bound books with marbled edges.

Worcestershire Archives Marbled Ledgers.

Cool fact alert!

Marbled end papers on ledgers weren't only beautiful--they also prevented fraud.

Nefarious bookkeepers couldn't remove pages without messing up the pattern, alerting employers to their misdeed.

The Conjecture of Wolves in the snow the wolves are not wolves at first but a conjecture of moving shadows an argument the night makes i remember or invent a book in which every footprint is a letter and the whole meadow a page that refuses to keep its text the pack crosses the white like a single thought divided into bodies as if multiplicity were only a trick the mind employs to avoid its own solitude each breath is a brief fog erased as it appears memory too a tracker in the dark following a scent without a name if i were another man or this man in another winter i might say the wolves are hunger or fate or the old logic of blood but tonight they are something quieter a moving form of time a sentence without punctuation that will not stop for my meaning the moon cold and exact as a coin offered to charon pretends to be a witness the trees hold their black signatures over the page when the wolves vanish into the pines the field remains immaculate and yet altered as if the world had been read aloud and the reader closing the book left no mark except the faint knowledge that it would be read again -Gerhard Oevermann 2026

The Conjecture of Wolves

#poetry #writing #prose #fiction

morning tea
the quiet splendor
of daffodils
#vss365 #haiku

midwinter—
the plow line
drifting shut
#haiku #poetry

wild roses
my granddaughter's
curly hair
#vssdaily

You, a bright crocus
In the snow, a beat of life
Amid all the cold.

#bedroomeyes #crocusinthesnow
#haiku #senryu
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rose petal earth
unwrapping itself
a toad

#dailyhaikuprompt
#haiku