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2/2 November (cont.)

Give me now the heat of August
Not these fluey aches and strains
Bumble bee-buzz, hover-fly drone
No more shitty low-grade pains

Give me back forgotten summer
Not this bloody purgat’ry
Epic mountain, wild sweet heather
No more Blighty misery

#Poem #Poetry


A poem for the last weeks...

1/2

November

Give me now the flowers of summer
Not these sodden rains and chills
Dusky cosmos, Texas bluebell
No more sodding ‘lectric bills

Give me now the scent of fresh-June
Not this grey-dank buggery
Clean-cut green hay, sweet-sharp berry
No more sniffing whinery

Give me now sweet sounds of July
Not this cut-price winter show
Waking chorus, sleepy pigeon
No more half arsed melty snow

#Poem #Poetry


Bewildered,
At the beauty of it all
Klimts palette
Gold and crimson
Paints the skies
Spilling over
the rosy-lilac snowfields
Soft sighing north wind
Sings oh so cold
Ah, the Robin sings his orison
To the failing, crooked moon
Sailing high and silver
in cerulean blue.
#poetry


"I am trying to decipher the language of insects
they are the tongues of the future
their vocabularies describe buildings as food
they can depict dark water and the veins of trees
they can convey what they do not know
and what is known at a distance
and what nobody knows
they have terms for making music with the legs
they can recount changing in a sleep like death
they can sing with wings
the speakers are their own meaning in a grammar without horizons
they are wholly articulate
they are never important they are everything"

--W. S. Merwin, "After the Alphabet"
#poetry #insects


Inhaltswarnung: Poetry


hi! please help:
i'm confusedly trying to find out why i have "this is not a love story" stuck in my head as some sort of quote, probably the first sentence of a book, or the first line of a poem.

i'm *not* thinking of the book/movie of the same title, i'm not thinking of winterson's "lighthousekeeping", and it's not 500 days of summer. what is it? 😅

#AskFedi #quote #poetry #literature


@handmade_ghost It's been a minute since I recommended a book, so here's the one I just bought, which I think you're going to be putting on your next birthday wish list 🥰 😉

#Bookstodon #Poetry
Cover of The Universe in Verse: 15 Portals To Wonder Through Science and Poetry by Maria Popova.
A black background with a large stylised design of a poppy in the centre.  The roots, leaves and stem are swirling around the flower in a kind of spiral


« He who doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er believe, do what you please.
If the Sun and Moon should doubt,
They'd immediately go out. »

— William Blake

🔗 · https://poligraf.tumblr.com/post/734094241939275776/if-the-sun-and-moon-should-doubt-theyd

#quotes #WilliamBlake #poetry #poems #moon #sun #faith #trust


Always two magpies
At the top of the hill
Even in the cold
of a late autumn mist
In the uncertainty of it all
They are there
Sometimes together
Often apart
Bound together
In love.
I'm a little bit lost
On this misty moor
My landmarks are hidden
And all my horizons
Too close at hand
My world seems smaller
And then I notice
The moss on the walls
Sparkling with mist-dew
Showing me
the way to joy.
#poetry


« The heroes, the wise men, like the new moon have their waxing and waning. »

— the Epic of Gilgamesh

🔗 · https://poligraf.tumblr.com/post/733999929161318400/the-heroes-the-wise-men-like-the-new-moon-have

#quotes #EpicOfGilgamesh #poetry #poems #moon #heroes #WiseMen


📢 new post on The Winged Life !

« On The Run » aims to convey the pursuit of a vision of artistic freedom and self development despite the recurring temptations of personal demons…

🔗· https://poligraf.substack.com/p/on-the-run

#writing ✏️ #CreativeWriting #poetry #poems #indie #selfpublish #authors #PoetryLovers #TheWingedLife @poetry #faith #spirit #lyrics #SelfDevelopment #PersonalDevelopment #quest


« Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly to the listening earth
Repeats the story of her birth.
While all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole. »

— Joseph Addison

🔗 · https://poligraf.tumblr.com/post/733925337696698368/soon-as-the-evening-shades-prevail-the-moon-takes

#quotes #JosephAddison #poetry #moon #stars #poems


« This evening, too
the Sun had to tell the same story
before he went away,
leaving the forlorn moon
hankering after his light. »

― Suman Pokhrel

🔗 · https://poligraf.tumblr.com/post/766979351812145152/this-evening-too-the-sun-had-to-tell-the-same

#quotes #SumanPokhrel #light #sun #moon #poetry #poems


Inhaltswarnung: Mention of rape


"The martins weigh anchor across the sky
as if they're trying to catch down heaven -
and now it seems that heaven is upon us
like some vast and open canvas, love flung down
in the willows' shivering intervals, their bright
and pliant stems falling like green rain ... "

from 'Beatitude (Ah! Bright Wings!)', by Fiona Benson

#Poetry #Birds
Two housemartins on a willow branch, with a third flying overhead.


" ... there in the mist behind the sky

dolphins and porpoises leap
in rings around the island
birds call to the hours
there is music somewhere playing
silently ... "

from 'Voyage', by Zoë Skoulding

#Poetry #Nature
A lone dolphin leaping in the air from a blue-grey sea, framed against a sandstone clif.


"O Dionysus, appear
With men and maenads headlong
And dance the world to rights.
Be the necklace fire of stars,
The cauterising lightning.
Bewilder us with good."

from 'The Burial At Thebes', Sophocles (translated by Seamus Heaney)

#GreekTragedy #Poetry #Translation


"We don't wish to shout
or be brilliant or climb up walls
or hang from walls

but to sit in the grass
in our clean best frills and listen,
shyly nodding our heads
or shyly shaking our heads
because we understand, yes truly we do."

'Daisies', by Katherine Towers

#Poetry #Bloomscrolling #Florespondence #Bookstodon
Close up of several daisies on a lawn


« Heaven from the hopeless doubter
The true believer makes:
Against the darkness outer
The light God's likeness takes. »

― Richard Watson Gilder

🔗 · https://poligraf.tumblr.com/post/766700693789786112/heaven-from-the-hopeless-doubter-the-true-believer

#quotes #RichardWatsonGilder #faith #doubt #light #darkness #heaven #god #poetry


📢 new post on The Winged Life !

« Mother Of Pearl » is built around the idea that divinely orchestrated challenges lead individuals to their fullest expression, like irritants cause oysters to yield pearls…

🔗· https://poligraf.substack.com/p/mother-of-pearl

#writing ✏️ #CreativeWriting #poetry #poems #indie #selfpublish #authors #PoetryLovers #TheWingedLife @poetry

#lyrics #PersonalDevelopment #destiny #IrrationalIntelligence #DivineIntelligence #pearls #maturation #maturity #oysters


"Because I love you, and beneath the uncountable stars
I have become the delicate piston threading itself through your chest,

I want to tell you a story I shouldn’t but will and in the meantime neglect, Love,
the discordant melody spilling from my ears but attend,

instead, to this tale, for a river burns inside my mouth . . . ."

from "Again" by Ross Gay #poetry
Close profile photo of a female Northern Shoveler, a wonderful, speckled brown duck with a soft brown face and an outsize, dusky, smudgy orange bill that looks like the head of a gardener's hand spade. This lovely is looking coyly towards as she enters the photo from our right in left-facing profile, the November light a secretive, cool glow on the marbled pleats of her wings, the river a thickly rippled sheet of brass that only looks like water when it catches the light.


Up into the owl-light
Half-bright day-night
Of a misty autumn Tuesday
The chestnut kestrel
has left her tower
To stoop upon her prey
Away she hies
I might have lost her
In her fearful white sky
I'm riding in a dream
Where dark crows
Reflect the mist in silver
And startled pheasants leap
To wake me
from my sleepy reverie
I want the softness of the fog
To wrap me up
And hold me
In my dream.
#poetry


"Between heather and marigold,
Between spaghnum and buttercup,
Between dandelion and broom,
Between forget-me-not and honeysuckle,

As between clear blue and cloud,
Between haystack and sunset sky,
Between oak tree and slated roof,
I had my existence. I was there.
Me in place and the place in me."

from 'A Herbal' by Seamus Heaney

#Poetry #Nature #Bookstodon
Wildflowers in an abandoned cemetary


"Mountain heaves and sighs, besoils a blue berry
in the palm
of a human hand millions of years in the future,
says I become you
and you
a mountain of matter.

Blueberry plant stretches its roots
smelling the soil for atoms,
hears faint hand outstretched pinching stems pulling berries:
says what do I eat and who do I stain?"

from 'Mountain Blue', by Maya Chowdhry

#Poetry #Nature #Bookstodon
Close up picture of blueberries


We are forged in the furnace
And tempered by frost
And the mists that rise
At our annealing
Are love.
We can be lost in love
And found.
Everything is connected
As the lightning to the ground
Without these clouds
The sky could not sing
I saw my love this morning
She flew to me
Out of the gloaming day
Her stern face questioning
As she flew with me
And then she turned away
But now I know
that she's still there
And she will find
her way back home.
#poetry


📢 new post on The Winged Life !

a poem titled « The Miracle Is Worth The Wait » that was written around the end of november 2012, but was never released in that particular form, and eventually yielded the lyrics of a song with the same name…

🔗· https://poligraf.substack.com/p/the-miracle-is-worth-the-wait

#writing ✏️ #writerscommunity #CreativeWriting #poetry #poems #OriginalPoem #indie #selfpublish #author #authors #PoetryLovers #TheWingedLife @poetry

#faith #hope #destiny #maturity #humanity #spirit


Today on Re-Creative:
@ilanderz and I are joined by Christopher Guerin, poet and music aficionado, who is on the podcast to champion the work of classical Indian musician Ravi Shankar.

https://re-creative.ca/ravi-shankar/

#podcast #podcasts #music #raga #raviShankar #poetry #creativity
Ravi Shankar playing a sitar


Also The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock!

https://julianpeterscomics.com/page-1-the-love-song-of-j-alfred-prufrock-by-t-s-eliot/

#poetry #GraphicNovel


The book I'm reading compared poetic inserts in Arab epics to actors is musicals breaking into song at emotional moments.

People just keep inventing the same things over and over 😄

#storytelling #poetry #epics #musicals


I suddenly felt the need to read more poetry, and now, after about two decades, I'm writing poetry again too.
It feels good.

#poetry #writing #reading


I am compiling lists for next year's #nonfiction and #poetry reads. This is my happy place. Making TBR lists.

#TBR #books #bookstodon


There is a lovely Hungarian poem about a family of clocks. The great-granddad was an hourglass, then there are clock towers, and alarm clocks, and finally the great-granddaughter is a quartz clock, and the line is "she has a grain of old sand in her heart." 🥰
#MinCup23 #quartz #poetry


Topic 2: Hungarian poetry

Book:
Il pane perduto by Bruck Edith

This one is the autobiography of a Hungarian Jewish poet who is also a Holocaust survivor. She was labeled by the media "the Anne Frank who lived", which I think is a bit iffy, but the book is nonetheless interesting. Most of it tells about her trying to find her place and purpose in the world again after surviving Auschwitz. She ended up living and publishing in Italy.

#poetry #JewishWomen #WomensHistory #Hungary #biography