The rain arrives, undoes capitalism, leaves petrichor.
John North
@johnnorthwrites.bsky.social
Tea and poetry. Based in Cumbria UK. More poetry & links at johnnorthwrites.blogspot.com The Way of Tea: https://theherbfarm.co.uk/page/the-way-of-tea
you can't write haiku while doing tai chi – can you?? repulsing the monkey.
The air drains out of the room so fast I am suddenly unable to breathe. I feel like water being poured out of a jar into a deep well. We are falling. Everything grows dark. I stumble and steady myself. Olek is shaking. The jar of water falls from his hand. His hand, which is bone. #horror #amwriting
The creative process has a feminine quality, and the creative work arises from unconscious depths—we might truly say from the realm of the Mothers.~C. G. Jung, The Collected Works of C.G. Jung: Volume 15: The Spirit in Man, Art, and Literature
unable to speak I am becoming each thing knowing its own name
Dawn chorus in spring. The ritual of the British class system. Poetry.
a fingertip. following stars — floating. sennheiser. fender. behringer. #gendaihaiku
los angeles a flurry of synthetic bass. red. red. red. #dailyhaikuprompt #gendaihaiku
dusk falling fast old stars appear I wish I had learned to sail #senryusunday #dailyhaikuprompt
autobahn haiku autumn i do not exist. popcorn. jesus. grit. #surrealist #gendaihaiku
At Long Meg & Her Daughters, a stone circle in #Cumbria, on #Lughnasadh (or Lammas). We are not far from Carlisle or "Caer Lugh" here... the more you notice, the more you see. #witchsky #pagansky
Just explained SATs, GCSEs and A Levels to my 8 year old and he replied "Yeah, this is why I wanna be a raccoon".
white paper lanterns the last breath of daylight held in a sow thistle
I came across this article about poet Wang Jibing, a food delivery driver in China, winning a top literary prize! www.bbc.com/news/article... #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #poetry #awesomenews
Food delivery rider wins China's top literary prize
Wang Jibing is among blue-collar Chinese workers gaining wider attention for their literary works.
bbc.com
My other cat—my real cat, not the one I write stories about—has had to come inside as she has a gluten allergy and has been eating someone's else cat food. Anyway, two days later she woke me up in the middle of the night to say she had remembered something about Goethe, but forgotten, and apologised
In the cool quiet of the stone-dead church, again the still small voice: the only thing you ever wanted is the only thing you will never have.
wander/ surrender to wonder/ love wound and light — uncertain, true days the bliss of transparency — so light stands
after drought the rain's pleasure in cold skin trembling
july's parched desert of grass in the graveyard rattlin' dry bones [water! water! water!] sweating sandstone gravestones jesus! it's hot jesus! it's the death of art bones dry rattlin' graveyard the in grass of desert parched jesus! [water! water! water!]
long in the tooth we pay for the dentist’s vacation home #senryu
lost in tissue-mist last year’s snow still falls on you low field and long hill