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[?]OCTADE » 🌐
@octade@soc.octade.net

The Best Poem Ever
by Brian Doyle

What if, says a small child to me this afternoon,
We made a poem without using any words at all?

[.....]

https://www.christiancentury.org/artsculture/poems/best-poem-ever


    [?]Michelle » 🌐
    @Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

    In a society
    Obsessed
    With the dirt
    Of the world,
    Looking up
    At the stars
    Is a revolutionary
    Act.

      [?]Michelle » 🌐
      @Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

      Your wooden
      Words are
      Symmetrical,
      Branches from
      A sturdy trunk,
      Towering,
      Dense canopy.
      Mine are
      A forest
      Fire.

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        [?]Michelle » 🌐
        @Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

        Into the cathedral
        Of night
        To be baptized
        By ancient
        Starlight
        And made
        Whole.

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          [?]Michelle » 🌐
          @Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

          I find myself
          Alone with
          The shimmering
          Stars,
          And silence
          Sounds like
          Music
          At last.

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            [?]Michelle » 🌐
            @Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

            Dressed in
            This flesh,
            Our bones
            Know the
            Meaning
            Of patience.

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              [?]Michelle » 🌐
              @Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

              Never apologize
              For setting fire.
              It is a consequence
              Of bleeding stars.

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                [?]Michelle » 🌐
                @Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

                There is
                A swarm
                Of bees
                In my chest
                That I call
                Anger,
                And if I open
                My mouth
                They’ll come
                Out in droves
                And blacken
                The sky.

                  [?]Michelle » 🌐
                  @Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

                  Our lives
                  Like plum
                  Blossoms
                  Blooming and
                  Fluttering
                  Into oblivion.
                  I should have
                  Said no more
                  Often.

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                    [?]Michelle » 🌐
                    @Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

                    We all find
                    A way to
                    Turn ache
                    Into art.
                    Just look
                    At what
                    Stars can do
                    When they’re
                    Given a heart.

                      [?]Michelle » 🌐
                      @Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

                      We leave
                      Some of our
                      Light inside
                      Everyone we touch.
                      Luminous beings
                      In the breach
                      Between dreams.

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                        [?]Michelle » 🌐
                        @Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

                        You are
                        Not without
                        Hope:
                        You are
                        Strong
                        Enough to
                        Carry your
                        Heart.

                          [?]Michelle » 🌐
                          @Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

                          I’d break
                          The bones
                          Of tyrant time
                          Just to hear
                          A fraction
                          Of your laughter
                          Again.

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                            [?]OCTADE » 🌐
                            @octade@soc.octade.net

                            https://epe.lac-bac.gc.ca/100/201/300/ygdrasil/pdf/index.html

                            Ygdrasil is the first online literary journal, first published in 1993.

                            You might find the editor on Facebook and at Academia.edu.


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                              [?]Michelle » 🌐
                              @Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

                              I never felt
                              So lonely
                              As when
                              I learned
                              Your name

                                [?]AmbientDread » 🌐
                                @ambientdread@toot.io

                                I never confuse
                                A flurry of actions with
                                Productivity

                                - flurry


                                  [?]Marjolein Rotsteeg » 🌐
                                  @MarjoleinRotsteeg@mastodon.nl

                                  'Huit! Huit! Huit!'
                                  the blackbird's knowledge of French
                                  stays limited

                                  - blackbird






                                  @dailyhaikuprompt

                                  @poetry

                                  @haiku

                                    [?]Damon Thomas [he/him] » 🌐
                                    @ruralgloom@c.im

                                    "No Way To Remember A Man"

                                    My great-grandfather survived a train wreck. Then lived another 30 years. To die in a hospital bed. Covered in tubes. My family gathered in his room. The young and the old. And we waited. We all have our memories. All want our closure. But that was no way to remember a man.

                                    Alt...My great-grandfather survived a train wreck. Then lived another 30 years. To die in a hospital bed. Covered in tubes. My family gathered in his room. The young and the old. And we waited. We all have our memories. All want our closure. But that was no way to remember a man.

                                      [?]AmbientDread » 🌐
                                      @ambientdread@toot.io

                                      my lifetime spent on
                                      a painful pilgrimage to
                                      the next place to sit

                                      - pilgrimage





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                                        [?]OCTADE » 🌐
                                        @octade@soc.octade.net

                                        Uncageable

                                        From the light of freedom to a concrete tomb,
                                        The fall was great and swift.
                                        My soul cried out in a mighty boom,
                                        How could it come to this?

                                        Clamped down, trapped stuck,
                                        Paralyzed in a tiny cage.
                                        Had fate left me not a drop of luck?
                                        Was there reason for this rage?

                                        Told to lay down and die,
                                        Something deep inside me stirred.
                                        I can’t be caged I have to fly!
                                        Not yet am I interred.

                                        They can take my body, tie me down,
                                        It matters not a bit.
                                        My spirit still runs wild and free,
                                        So in freedom here I sit.

                                        ~ Ross Ulbricht
                                        Apr 30, 2024

                                        It seems his artistic vision finally became reality.

                                        sources

                                        https://freeross.org/uncageable/

                                        https://rossulbricht.substack.com/p/uncageable-poem-and-drawing

                                        @poetry@a.gup.pe @poets@a.gup.pe @writers@a.gup.pe @infostorm@a.gup.pe

                                        Hand drawn image of a man interred in prison. He is kneeling in his cell between the bunk and desk cabinet, envisioning a scene above his head of a couple holding hands and giving thanks over food and a crowd seated together and a couple in the distance holding hands.

                                        Alt...Hand drawn image of a man interred in prison. He is kneeling in his cell between the bunk and desk cabinet, envisioning a scene above his head of a couple holding hands and giving thanks over food and a crowd seated together and a couple in the distance holding hands.

                                          [?]Cendrine Marrouat » 🌐
                                          @haikushack@mastodon.world

                                          [?]Cendrine Marrouat » 🌐
                                          @haikushack@mastodon.world

                                          Daily Haiku Prompt for February 5, 2025: thin ice (North)

                                          Thin ice
                                          looking for its shadow
                                          a bird

                                          @dailyhaikuprompt
                                          @vss365 @poetry @haiku

                                            [?]Marjolein Rotsteeg » 🌐
                                            @MarjoleinRotsteeg@mastodon.nl