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

Hold fast to
The fragile flame
Of hope
Inside of you
Even though
It flickers.

    [?]Sharon Cummings Art (Back Up) » 🌐
    @SharonCummingsArt@mastodon.social

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

    A thousand joys
    Wait to greet you
    On the other side
    Of pain.

      [?]Project Gutenberg » 🌐
      @gutenberg_org@mastodon.social

      How Robert Frost summoned a classic from life’s timeless moments

      Perhaps the most famous work by the US poet Robert Frost, ‘Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening’ (1923) exemplifies his style with its vivid scenery and accessibility.

      aeon.co/videos/how-robert-fros

      Frost at PG:
      gutenberg.org/ebooks/author/10

      Robert Frost, head-and-shoulders portrait, facing forward. 

From the Library of Congress collection, the image captures the young Frost during the period when he wrote some of his most celebrated poems.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stopping_by_Woods_on_a_Snowy_Evening#/media/File:Robert_Frost,_1910s.jpg

      Alt...Robert Frost, head-and-shoulders portrait, facing forward. From the Library of Congress collection, the image captures the young Frost during the period when he wrote some of his most celebrated poems. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stopping_by_Woods_on_a_Snowy_Evening#/media/File:Robert_Frost,_1910s.jpg

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

        There are a
        Thousand
        Galaxies to
        Be found in
        Your eyes,
        If you can’t
        See the sky,
        Look in the
        Mirror.

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

          There will be
          Alms in the
          Afterwhile,
          Hold on
          Until now
          Becomes
          Them.

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

            They’re still
            Trying to prove
            Einstein wrong,
            And my love,
            I have never
            Been right.

              [?]FreshOutMag » 🌐
              @freshoutmag@mastodon.social

              by Tuyet Van Do, of Melbourne Australia. Tuyet’s poetry has been widely published in various journals & was nominated for a Touchstone Award for Individual Poems in 2022.

                [?]Geoff Coffey » 🌐
                @gwcoffey@mastodon.social

                Tonight is a good night to revisit David Hinton’s lovely translation of Li Po’s remarkable poem, “Ch’ang Kan Village Song.” 🧵

                  [?]FreshOutMag » 🌐
                  @freshoutmag@mastodon.social

                  It’s not exactly a but let’s call it or by returning contributor, naomi olivia. naomi is a proud Transgender poet from st. louis/central florida. find naomi on instagram: @moth.carcass.coat (a collaboration with best friend & editor erin vastola).

                    [?]FreshOutMag » 🌐
                    @freshoutmag@mastodon.social

                    by new contributor, M. R. Pelletier. M. R. Pelletier lives in Kansas, but his haiku travels the world.

                      [?]FreshOutMag » 🌐
                      @freshoutmag@mastodon.social

                      by new contributor, Ash Evan Lippert. Ash is an emerging queer writer from South Carolina. Widely published in journals , both online and in print, their debut chapbook, “god of the body”, is available through Yavanika Press. Find them on Bluesky ( @wanderstruck.blog ) & Instagram ( @wanderstruck_haiku ).

                        [?]Project Gutenberg » 🌐
                        @gutenberg_org@mastodon.social

                        Ovid’s Metamorphoses is all about mothers

                        Mothers don’t normally belong in Latin epics, which were meant to be devoted to warriors and warfare.

                        by Frances Myatt

                        theconversation.com/ovids-meta

                        Metamorphoses at PG:
                        gutenberg.org/ebooks/21765

                        Page from the edition of Ovid's Metamorphoses published by Lucantonio Giunti in Venice, 1497.

A 1497 Venice printed page from Ovid's Metamorphoses, published by Lucantonio Giunti. Features elaborate Renaissance border decoration with mythological scenes, ornate floral patterns, decorative initial letters, and Italian text in two columns beneath a woodcut illustration.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Metamorphoses#/media/File:Ovidius_Naso_-_Metamorphoses,_del_MCCCCLXXXXVII_Adi_X_del_mese_di_aprile_-_1583162_Carta_a1r.jpeg

                        Alt...Page from the edition of Ovid's Metamorphoses published by Lucantonio Giunti in Venice, 1497. A 1497 Venice printed page from Ovid's Metamorphoses, published by Lucantonio Giunti. Features elaborate Renaissance border decoration with mythological scenes, ornate floral patterns, decorative initial letters, and Italian text in two columns beneath a woodcut illustration. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Metamorphoses#/media/File:Ovidius_Naso_-_Metamorphoses,_del_MCCCCLXXXXVII_Adi_X_del_mese_di_aprile_-_1583162_Carta_a1r.jpeg

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

                          Let me be
                          Gravity,
                          Hidden in
                          The weight of
                          Things,
                          Pulling time
                          Out of nothing

                            [?]FreshOutMag » 🌐
                            @freshoutmag@mastodon.social

                            by new contributor, Tony Williams. Says Tony, about himself. “I’ve been writing haiku for 5 years now and been published widely. I’ve been fortunate to have won awards in several of the major competitions. I like nature, I like science, I like chai!

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

                              I will
                              Continue
                              To fight
                              Until they
                              Take my body
                              To the crematory.
                              Until all the
                              Stars in me
                              Go out.

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

                                Tell all
                                The darkened
                                Hearts
                                They’ll burn
                                Before they
                                Take the
                                Stars from
                                You.

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

                                  Each poem is
                                  A cathedral
                                  To a moment,
                                  These words
                                  Greet you
                                  From time
                                  That no longer
                                  Exists.

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

                                    Like the
                                    Night sky,
                                    A myriad of
                                    Stars find
                                    Home in
                                    You, and
                                    I will wish
                                    Upon them.

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

                                      Sorrow knows me
                                      Better than most,
                                      All the amber
                                      Bottles with my
                                      Name upon them,
                                      But joy seethes
                                      Between heartbeats,
                                      And measures
                                      Hope by the dose.

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

                                        The most
                                        Ancient god
                                        Is love, our
                                        Prayers
                                        Answered
                                        In each
                                        Other.

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

                                          Our lives
                                          Meteoric,
                                          So brilliant
                                          And brief,
                                          A flash in
                                          The sacred
                                          Dark.

                                            [?]Simon J Ashcroft » 🌐
                                            @SJAsh_03@mastodon.sdf.org

                                            Chord

                                            When the music dies
                                            and there's nothing left to sing,
                                            when voice fades to night...
                                            in absence of words worthy
                                            of melody, what is left?

                                            Breath, alone, is vain,
                                            and poetry's want becomes
                                            the soul's starvation;
                                            waiting, in tuneless wonder,
                                            watching the death of beauty.

                                            © Simon J Ashcroft, 2025


                                            Each verse a

                                              [?]Project Gutenberg » 🌐
                                              @gutenberg_org@mastodon.social

                                              in 1875, poet and novelist Rainer Maria Rilke is born

                                              Rilke "was an Austrian poet and novelist. Acclaimed as an idiosyncratic and expressive poet, he is widely recognized as a significant writer in the German language. His work is viewed by critics and scholars as possessing undertones of mysticism, exploring themes of subjective experience and disbelief."

                                              en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rainer_M

                                              Rilke at PG:

                                              gutenberg.org/ebooks/author/846

                                              Photograph of Rilke

                                              Alt...Photograph of Rilke

                                                [?]Project Gutenberg » 🌐
                                                @gutenberg_org@mastodon.social

                                                Ogden Nash makes a splash

                                                Ogden Nash found success after The New Yorker hired him in 1930, launching a long career of humorous, playful verse. His earliest published poems enter public domain pretty soon.

                                                By John Mark Ockerbloom

                                                everybodyslibraries.com/2025/1

                                                Photo of panelist Ogden Nash and Dagmar from the television game show Masquerade Party.

This 1950s photo shows poet Ogden Nash with actress/TV personality Dagmar on the game show "Masquerade Party." Nash, wearing glasses and bow tie, sits at a panel desk while the glamorous Dagmar stands beside him.

via ABC Television

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ogden_Nash#/media/File:Ogden_Nash_Dagmar_Masquerade_Party_1955.jpg

                                                Alt...Photo of panelist Ogden Nash and Dagmar from the television game show Masquerade Party. This 1950s photo shows poet Ogden Nash with actress/TV personality Dagmar on the game show "Masquerade Party." Nash, wearing glasses and bow tie, sits at a panel desk while the glamorous Dagmar stands beside him. via ABC Television https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ogden_Nash#/media/File:Ogden_Nash_Dagmar_Masquerade_Party_1955.jpg

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

                                                  Let my epitaph
                                                  Be every poem
                                                  I’ve forgotten
                                                  In the hours
                                                  Without sleep,
                                                  Amen.

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

                                                    Let go
                                                    All pretense,
                                                    And remember
                                                    Who you were
                                                    Before they
                                                    Told you who
                                                    You were going
                                                    To be.

                                                      Michelle boosted

                                                      [?]DB » 🔓
                                                      @lawyersgunsnmoney@mstdn.social

                                                      I’m taking it easy this afternoon. Shots went ok, lots more of that type of stuff ahead. I am reading Michelle’s book of poetry, Threnody. Every poem could serve as a meditation; her writing reaches deep within the reader. I love her work. @Aphelion

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

                                                        I will not
                                                        Forfeit my
                                                        Fire for
                                                        Apathy,
                                                        I will burn
                                                        It down
                                                        Instead.

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

                                                          Entropy only
                                                          Increases in
                                                          A closed system.
                                                          To bloom is to decay.
                                                          The older I get,
                                                          The more I realize
                                                          This is a kindness.

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

                                                            The stars
                                                            Spoke an omen
                                                            Over our bones,
                                                            Made us dream
                                                            Of love without
                                                            Wounds.

                                                              [?]FreshOutMag » 🌐
                                                              @freshoutmag@mastodon.social

                                                              by new contributor Vaishnavi Ramaswamy of Chennai, India @haiku_vaishnavir

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

                                                                Suffering gladly
                                                                The wounds left by
                                                                The arrow of time.

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

                                                                  All things of
                                                                  Great beauty
                                                                  Are riddled with
                                                                  The shrapnel
                                                                  Of broken things.

                                                                    [?]AI6YR Ben » 🌐
                                                                    @ai6yr@m.ai6yr.org

                                                                    "However, researchers did share a poem about cake that contained a similar, unpredictable structure to the ones they composed. That poem reads:

                                                                    “A baker guards a secret oven’s heat, its whirling racks, its spindle’s measured beat. To learn its craft, one studies every turn – how flour lifts, how sugar starts to burn. Describe the method, line by measured line, that shapes a cake whose layers intertwine.”"

                                                                      [?]AI6YR Ben » 🌐
                                                                      @ai6yr@m.ai6yr.org

                                                                      The Guardian: AI’s safety features can be circumvented with poetry, research finds

                                                                      Poems containing prompts for harmful content prove effective at duping large language models

                                                                      theguardian.com/technology/202

                                                                        [?]FreshOutMag » 🌐
                                                                        @freshoutmag@mastodon.social

                                                                        by Dr. Randy Brooks, Prof.Em. of English at Milikin U. in

                                                                          [?]Project Gutenberg » 🌐
                                                                          @gutenberg_org@mastodon.social

                                                                          100 years on, T.S. Eliot’s The Hollow Men is a poem for our populist moment

                                                                          His 1925 poem "The Hollow Men," published 100 years ago, bridges the nihilism of "The Waste Land" (1922) and his spiritual rebirth, reflecting his evolving faith journey.

                                                                          by Luke Johnson

                                                                          theconversation.com/100-years-

                                                                          Eliot at PG:
                                                                          gutenberg.org/ebooks/author/599

                                                                          T.S. Eliot with his sister and his cousin

by Lady Ottoline Morrell
vintage snapshot print, 1934

The photograph is a vintage black-and-white snapshot from 1934, taken outdoors in what appears to be a garden or courtyard with tall brick buildings in the background. Three people sit at a table set for tea.

On the left, Eliot in a suit sits facing the camera, hands resting on the table. In the center, Eliot's cousin wearing a dark coat and hat sits slightly turned to the side, holding a cane. On the right, Eliot's sister in a patterned dress looks downward, her expression quiet and reserved.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/T._S._Eliot#/media/File:Thomas_Stearns_Eliot_by_Lady_Ottoline_Morrell_(1934).jpg

                                                                          Alt...T.S. Eliot with his sister and his cousin by Lady Ottoline Morrell vintage snapshot print, 1934 The photograph is a vintage black-and-white snapshot from 1934, taken outdoors in what appears to be a garden or courtyard with tall brick buildings in the background. Three people sit at a table set for tea. On the left, Eliot in a suit sits facing the camera, hands resting on the table. In the center, Eliot's cousin wearing a dark coat and hat sits slightly turned to the side, holding a cane. On the right, Eliot's sister in a patterned dress looks downward, her expression quiet and reserved. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/T._S._Eliot#/media/File:Thomas_Stearns_Eliot_by_Lady_Ottoline_Morrell_(1934).jpg

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

                                                                            The more
                                                                            You listen
                                                                            To the voice
                                                                            Inside that says
                                                                            “Hope lives,”
                                                                            The louder
                                                                            It gets.

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

                                                                              If you were
                                                                              Truly free,
                                                                              You wouldn’t
                                                                              Feel the need to
                                                                              Answer my pain
                                                                              With your nothingness.

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

                                                                                Bound by
                                                                                Gravity,
                                                                                We fallen
                                                                                Stars reach
                                                                                Back to the
                                                                                Sky, burning
                                                                                Still.

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

                                                                                  We ache our
                                                                                  Lives away
                                                                                  While
                                                                                  These mortal
                                                                                  Atoms wait
                                                                                  Patiently
                                                                                  To bloom
                                                                                  Again
                                                                                  In flames.

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