You don't find hope in retraced musings. The former days have nothing new to offer. Stride to the point you didn't think was meant for you. Shake your fist in the face of doubts with a silk gauntlet covering steel desire.
William David Maxwell
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Novelist, poet, lover of all things nature and a life filled with passion. 40s. All poetry posted is my original work. All rights reserved.
There's much to be said for a solid frolic.
Your droplets fall down from my sky, and I bathe in the shadow of your need.
My words are offerings to the ghosts of my hopeful heart.
Death to Claude Death to ChatGPT Death to Gemini
I am mostly posting this as a reminder to myself to watch later, but Sam Neil made a documentary about the history of New Zealand Cinema and I am sharing it for anyone interested. youtu.be/ovtj1BdAr7o?...
Sam Neill on 'New Zealand Cinema'
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A ray of light to share. Check out my Substack page for 60 Odd Poets open.substack.com/pub/sixtyodd...
105. Meghan Woodward
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I want to be the reason that your tummy flips and your thighs ask questions.
My steps are amongst the fields, in the soil of the ghosts of my blood. Present is both old and new, wondering and becoming. The bastion of indecision left behind as a crumbling ruin. There isn't a dark that scares me any longer. Consume what would swallow you. And thrive as a creature reborn.
How can you brave enough to open the door when you're too frightened to crack the window.
Let's rearrange the stars to light our bedroom gaze.
What you love, you value. Or at least you should.
Sandpiper So delicate Running on the shore Into the edge of sea foam waves Released into the vastness How I envy your freedom Breathing salty air Experiencing all the gradients Bursting colors of the horizon Dawn until dusk #poetry #writingcommunity #bloomscrolling #ImageAndVerse #PaintWithWords
I'll be there reason, I've had enough time being the excuse.
I've lived my days in between wandering and rabbit holes. Understanding the life lessons in the difference of area opposed to volume. How that shows in smiles and drifts in a silence held too long. I would rather coat the walls than take up space. Buried under the waves that crush the skyline.
Cup the booty when you bestow the forehead kiss. Trust me.
It's like the man said. This city deserves a better class of criminal.
There are those who say, and those who do. Try not to be only one of them for the rest of your days.
Quote the poetry on my shoulders and whisper into my flesh your charm of mine.
Welcome the solstice with a glad heart and a renewal of spirit.
My heart is the well to draw your summers from. My lips mouth sutras in the forest paths of my Green Man delight. Beyond the borders of proper people and dull moments. Find in me a sacral space, a bed of flowers that just left spring. Half past an Osiris awakening in bits and pieces. Whole again.
Remember the gratitude you left behind to run under the bright lights that drowned you. That was me.