Leigh Goodwin

good morning, dear heart

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a picture of the milky way galaxy with trees in the foreground ALT: a picture of the milky way galaxy with trees in the foreground

I have spent time in many beautiful places, struck with awe & wonder at the immense & the small alike.

My sense of immanence has never been greater than this:

summer night, sitting out
quiet on the front porch;
slow roll of planet
turning beneath me,
vast deep of stars above

Manhood is patience. Mastery is nine times patience.

A pink rosebud in a clear glass vase, with a fringed cloth hanging behind and lots of reflections

#SomethingBeautiful another still life from my aunt, Mary Lace: Rose in Norwegian Vase.

Alas, this vase, a gift from a friend in 1976, got broken last summer, but it lives on in this painting.

Everything dreams. The play of form, of being, is the dreaming of substance.

poems etched in wind
with the fine tips
of willow leaves

#haiku
#DailyHaikuPrompt

#art Jessica Jenney
#poem #micropoem
lotus

#resist

my mind's-eye meadow tall with yellow daisies, blue cornflowers & green, green photograph

Here in a quiet and dusty room they lie,

Faded as crumbled stone or shifting sand,

Forlorn as ashes, shrivelled, scentless, dry—

Meadows and gardens running through my hand.

🌱🌼

#poem Muriel Stuart, from
The Seed Shop
#art Jonathan Billinger

#resist

Things don't have purposes, as if the universe were a machine, where every part has a useful function. What's the function of a galaxy? I don't know if our life has a purpose and I don't see that it matters. What does matter is that we're a part.

tangled, pushing upward reaching for spring sun— fronds of young fern photograph

Green things make
such mild noise.

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#poem Rebecca Lindenberg,
from 'Dispatches from an Unfinished World'
#art Joni N.

#resist

tall & delicate they rise step up the curve of broken mossed branch — mushrooms photograph

Green was the forest drenched
with shadows
the roads were serpentine

The moon darkened at dawn
there was a breeze to
witness the hour

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#poem excerpt: Etel Adnan
#art Andrew C. Wallace

#resist

Becoming orchid -
slow light learning
how to bloom.🌸

#haiku#haikuprompt

My imagination makes me human and makes me a fool; it gives me all the world and exiles me from it.

#art Science Library
#haiku #micropoem
spring parsley

#resist

I realized after I posted it, I was responding to both the images together, not just the painting 😂

evening lament
blue jay beaks weave wreaths
of forget-me-nots

#haiku
#DailyHaikuPrompt

chorus of crocus

#俳句 #haikuj #poem

out of ink
I say the poem
one more time

#俳句 #haiku #poem

I run out of ink
and let the wind and the rain
finish my drawing

Light is the left hand of darkness
and darkness the right hand of light.
Two are one, life and death,
lying together like lovers in kemmer,
like hands joined together,
like the end and the way.

Like all walls it was ambiguous, two-faced. What was inside it and what was outside it depended upon which side of it you were on.

street crowd, brighter with color-dusted jeweled dancers than any rainbowed sky photograph – Happy Holi!

At first I was bewildered by your beauty
Now is the time of manna & hyssop.

You have only to listen to
your heart
to the rhythm of your blood

with ritual colors
I saw the festival begin

Life immemorial
streets shining

#poem excerpt:
Léopold Sédar Senghor
#art Poras Chaudhary

#HoliHai

#resist

barefoot, ruby-gowned, asleep on the stone wall under a rosy-appled tree— Beauty photograph

Thou stock-dove whose echo resounds through the glen,

Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den,

Thou green-crested lapwing, thy screaming forbear,

I charge you disturb not my slumbering fair.

#poem excerpt: Robert Burns
#art Anka Zhuravleva

#resist

red-rock pillars cradle her— a moment's hesitation— full Monument Valley moon photograph (detail)

The first woman holds it in her hands

She holds the moon in her hands

In the center of the sky, she holds it in her hands

🌕

#poem excerpt:
Singer Hasteen Klah,
Dinè (Navajo) Ceremonial
Translation: Dr. Harry Hoijer
#art Pat Kofahl

#resist

it's getting late
Santa might just pass by us—
grown-ups, go home now!

New moon, can't see much,
Willow leaves hiding my keys-
Guess I live outside. 🍃🔑

#dailyhaikuprompt#newmoon#willowleaves
#relatablemoments

Yet as he gazed he became aware that at last that it was no magelight, no cold glory of wizardry, that lay shadowless on every line of the man's face, but light itself: morning, the common light of day.

evening blues
the sky writes goodbye letters
in indigo ink

#haiku
#DailyHaikuPrompt

gestures of amber flame
risen from purple silk—
spring crocus

#haiku
#CallAndResponse

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Gorgeous b&w photo of a round many-petaled flower, floating up on a curved gray stalk to fill most of the top half of the photo against a pure black background.