As snow melts
It comes back again
Trickery
#haiku
As snow melts
It comes back again
Trickery
#haiku
Rubbing my eyes
For a memory
A tree that grows free
Giving shade to me
With a flicker of light
Where the sun comes in
Through the leaves between
And a warm delight
A happy sight
If only it be a memory
#poem
Wish I could close
my eyes
And only think
of you
To see your face
again
Instead of chaos
and voices
Unresolved
emotions
Unstable
frequencies
Society buzzing
Stealing peace
#poem
To exist alone
Feeling still the mysteries
And decode your love
#haikufeels
#decode
It's hard to write
When i feel like
I am drowning
Gasping for air
Reaching toward light
Trying to grab the sun
In a furious panic
With a mouthful of water
And a tired energy
Of nothing to stand on
#poem
Admit one
Below ground dwelling
Mystery
#haikufeels
#admit
The call of the void
Drawn towards a faceless mist
Hesitated breath
Seeking home address
Woodchuck scurries across snow
Leaving its footprints
#haikufeels
#address
If you touch me
Not the hand
Of wickedness
Which pulls in anger
With violence
To the screams
Of children
Who are scared
Those faceless men
Unknown and unwanted
I will feel the pain
Of my children's tears
And the aching want
To feel her touch
From this cage
They have made
#vss365
#touch
Cold washcloth
Ache on the left
Side of the head
No good spot
To lay down
Or stand in
Sit in a chair
Tilt myself slightly
Finding stillness
Don't move
Hope it goes
#vss365
#ache
Parking ban
Wintertime snowfall
City streets
#haikufeels
#ban
And yet Virginia Giuffre's name appears instantly. Makes me angry.
So that's how that works. Of course.
I'm not. Apparently Donald Trump isn't either.
When I was a child
Home sick from school
I watched public television
And a retelling of Rapunzel
All I remember
Is the man who searched
And fell from her tower
Into bushes of thorns
Blinding his eyesight
He wandered in the dark
Searching for his love again
#wildwalk
As I listen to the song
The Ghost of Tom Joad
I think of where we are
And what we have become
The sadness of a mother
Looking into her son's eyes
Having seen the dark times
In the work camps and fields
Hungering for more than food
Burning rage of the unredeemed
#poem
#vss365
#ghost
See you on the flip side.
Hidden light revealed
A vision of her beauty
Faces of the moon
#haikufeels
#faces
Losing my words
Through the Netflix screen
And a million reasons
To take a long nap
Are the only thoughts
That can bridge the gap
Of another broken synapse
#poem
Harsh winter winds clip
Grey clouds cover her sunlight
Cracked skin now bleeds dry
#haikufeels
#clip
βHopeβ is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm
-Emily Dickinson
IC1848 - The Soul Nebula. I am officially blown away by the detail in my first real SHO image. This is just 30 mins on each filter. I can't wait to see the results when I get several hours on it.
ASI2600 MM, Esprit 100ED, Altair 3nm Ha, Sii and Oiii filters.
#astronomy #astrophotography
Nice ππ
Icy snow at Crater Lake National Park #Cold #Photography #CraterLake #Oregon #Snow #Trees π·
Clear words save lives.
Avoiding the word suicide doesnβt protect people.
Clear, direct language does.
Asking someone if they feel suicidal doesnβt put the idea in their head, it opens a door they may be desperate to walk through ππ¦ββ¬
#DaddyBlackbird #SuicideAwareness #MentalHealth #Support
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Is the crown too heavy,
Imprints on your skin,
The weight of all you carry,
And all the tales you spin,
Are you royal by your making,
Did you accept the role,
Careful of your subjects,
Too much power takes its toll.
#thingstowriteabout crown
β¨οΈπ«
#BraveWrite #vss365
#PoetryCommunity
if lucky
weβre
what?
a #slapdash
illusion
in time
hold it
grab it
fight for it
because itβll
vanish before
youβre fully alive
call
hug
love
todayβs it
no guarantee
only certainty:
We Dieβ¦
SO LIVE
GIVE IT
YOUR
BEST
TRY
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This is a screenshot of my haiku published by 5-7-5 Haiku Journal in Oct 2025: aimless leaves scatter where the old paths disappear moss finds its own way
Many thanks to DJ Tyrer, 5-7-5 #Haiku Journal, and Atlantean #Publishing. π
In the Blue Ridge, mossy trails wind velvety green miles, knowing exactly where to go. Crossing paths, migrating leaves wander the wilds without aim or care. They both share the mountain.
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#poetrycommunity #poetry