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(via Outsider)

Outsider Outside their windownose pressed to the panealways an outsider Cold rain turnedto sleet then snowdark outsideinside fairy lightsthe fire’s warm glow I never criedI accepted sleet and snowjust stood outsidewatching the firethe sparkling treegifts at the footchildren playing I turned for homemy cold empty houseno lights no firejust me all alonemy parents out partyingme left on my…

(via My Beloved)

A serene garden pond with blooming water lilies under a soft sunrise skyImage AI generatedbased on poem My Beloved In my dream garden, the early sun floats petals across a lily pond.Framed among lilies,my beloved’s face driftsthrough a watery space. So sweet, her embodiment:she lies languid among the lilies,beside herself in bloom after bloom,each flower gigantic in its framebeneath a wooden…

(via Green Banks)

Green Banks An empty shell I amthe sea sound swishingwhen you hold me to your ear Pwll Ddu and pebblesSwansea Sandstheir fishnets glisteningwith golden day stars Brandy Coveever-changing afterwinter’s storm surge Fisherman’s Pointearly eveningwhen dog-fish bark Pyle Cornercows in the lanequick to kickhigh the five barred gatewe climbto avoid them Ratsin the rubbish dumpgrey bodiesscuttling…

(via No Man's Island)

No Man’s Island It’s so easy to loseour true selvesor to be carried alongby the flow of another’srhetoric because weno longer possess(or never had)that inner convictionthat makes us different. That’s why we must join handsand link together:a chain of bridgedand ferried islands to insulate usagainst our loneliness. Comment: I first published this in 2017 with the title Islands – I have changed…

(via Decision Time)

Decision Time When down means upand up has nowhere to gosave for the desert sandbarren and bare shiftingthrough helpless fingersor the hour glass wastewith two trunkless stonespropping up the sundial’swrinkled face and time’s sneerof command its wildernessvoice always a choicebetween thinking and feelingfor yourself or believingfrozen words droppedfrom winter’s snowflakesto melt in the toothless…

(via Blood from Stones)

A car tire hovers above a pothole filled with snarling monster sculptures.Image AI generated. Blood from Stones The road ahead a bandageleaking grey blood from stones.The snow plow brutal,carelessly lifting scabbed edgesuntil the gore overflows. Spring always promises renewal,but freeze and thaw also openold wounds making them bleed. A merry, mazy life we lead,threading the car’s needle…

(via Mindfulness)

Mindfulness alive in the momenta momentary cloudcrosses the sun facebrings shade to table soon page and tabletopripple with light again the pen’s shadowpushes across the pagewhile the nib weavesits spider fine linesof well webbed words meaningful mindfuleach letter a momentcaught and held in time Comments: I caught myself forcing myself to write a poem – and it just wasn’t working.…

(via Enigma Variations)

Enigma Variations Our world is spinning on its edge, placed onthe perimeter of space, going who knows where.Specks of dust, we float around and contemplatenight’s vastness wondering what might happen. Out there, in the vastness that surrounds us,worlds without end will never know we existed. Bleak and blank our names, our deeds, our status,the monuments sometimes raised in our praise. And…

(via On Re-reading Quevedo's Poetry)