From woods to May Day streets, Spring’s palette brings a soft hush of color. A world awakening, brushstroke by brushstroke.
#BlueSkyArtShow #ArtYear #Spring #PoetrySnippets
#BlueSkyArtShow #ArtYear #Spring #PoetrySnippets
March 1, 2025 at 11:49 PM
From woods to May Day streets, Spring’s palette brings a soft hush of color. A world awakening, brushstroke by brushstroke.
#BlueSkyArtShow #ArtYear #Spring #PoetrySnippets
#BlueSkyArtShow #ArtYear #Spring #PoetrySnippets
Red leaves -an offering at the foot of a steeple. Crimson as redemptive lifeblood. Nature - a sacred text whose beauty preaches a sermon of grace in a harsh world. Both altar & congregation. Heaven & earth entwine.
#JanuArty #PoetrySnippets #Photography
Red
#JanuArty #PoetrySnippets #Photography
Red
January 28, 2025 at 12:12 AM
Red leaves -an offering at the foot of a steeple. Crimson as redemptive lifeblood. Nature - a sacred text whose beauty preaches a sermon of grace in a harsh world. Both altar & congregation. Heaven & earth entwine.
#JanuArty #PoetrySnippets #Photography
Red
#JanuArty #PoetrySnippets #Photography
Red
Rust & shattered glass rise
from earth. The wind moves,
but the crumbling bricks do not. Vulnerable & open to the sun,
it daydreams away the day -
content in its lazy decay.
#BlueSkyArtShow #Abandoned #Photography #photographersofbluesky #PoetrySnippets
from earth. The wind moves,
but the crumbling bricks do not. Vulnerable & open to the sun,
it daydreams away the day -
content in its lazy decay.
#BlueSkyArtShow #Abandoned #Photography #photographersofbluesky #PoetrySnippets
February 22, 2025 at 10:17 PM
Rust & shattered glass rise
from earth. The wind moves,
but the crumbling bricks do not. Vulnerable & open to the sun,
it daydreams away the day -
content in its lazy decay.
#BlueSkyArtShow #Abandoned #Photography #photographersofbluesky #PoetrySnippets
from earth. The wind moves,
but the crumbling bricks do not. Vulnerable & open to the sun,
it daydreams away the day -
content in its lazy decay.
#BlueSkyArtShow #Abandoned #Photography #photographersofbluesky #PoetrySnippets
Spring is patient,
unfolding in whispers
before the bloom.
#BlueSkyArt #ArtYear #PoetrySnippets #spring
unfolding in whispers
before the bloom.
#BlueSkyArt #ArtYear #PoetrySnippets #spring
March 1, 2025 at 11:28 PM
Spring is patient,
unfolding in whispers
before the bloom.
#BlueSkyArt #ArtYear #PoetrySnippets #spring
unfolding in whispers
before the bloom.
#BlueSkyArt #ArtYear #PoetrySnippets #spring
A farmer, name now erased,
grew the crops Time harvested.
But a vine climbs.
silent
steady
Hums the Rhythm
that outlasts any human heartbeat.
#BlueSkyArtShow #Abandoned #Photography #photographersofbluesky #PoetrySnippets
grew the crops Time harvested.
But a vine climbs.
silent
steady
Hums the Rhythm
that outlasts any human heartbeat.
#BlueSkyArtShow #Abandoned #Photography #photographersofbluesky #PoetrySnippets
February 22, 2025 at 9:01 AM
A farmer, name now erased,
grew the crops Time harvested.
But a vine climbs.
silent
steady
Hums the Rhythm
that outlasts any human heartbeat.
#BlueSkyArtShow #Abandoned #Photography #photographersofbluesky #PoetrySnippets
grew the crops Time harvested.
But a vine climbs.
silent
steady
Hums the Rhythm
that outlasts any human heartbeat.
#BlueSkyArtShow #Abandoned #Photography #photographersofbluesky #PoetrySnippets
April 12, 2026 at 11:31 AM
I miss talking to the stars, believing somewhere, someone cared. In blackest hours, I’d hear the faint hum of physics in motion - a lullaby over my soul seeking to dissolve into rhythm. A belonging no human could break.
#PoetrySnippets #CountryNights #Photography #BlueSkyArtShow #reflections
#PoetrySnippets #CountryNights #Photography #BlueSkyArtShow #reflections
February 8, 2025 at 5:03 AM
I miss talking to the stars, believing somewhere, someone cared. In blackest hours, I’d hear the faint hum of physics in motion - a lullaby over my soul seeking to dissolve into rhythm. A belonging no human could break.
#PoetrySnippets #CountryNights #Photography #BlueSkyArtShow #reflections
#PoetrySnippets #CountryNights #Photography #BlueSkyArtShow #reflections
Glass of sky & water catches light, as paint peels in painful purgatory. Hymnals grow dust & silence, hold their breath in hope Grief passes by. Not even the ghosts bother to pray in the pews anymore.
#JanuArty #PoetrySnippets #photography #church
#Flat #Curve
#JanuArty #PoetrySnippets #photography #church
#Flat #Curve
January 29, 2025 at 9:59 PM
Glass of sky & water catches light, as paint peels in painful purgatory. Hymnals grow dust & silence, hold their breath in hope Grief passes by. Not even the ghosts bother to pray in the pews anymore.
#JanuArty #PoetrySnippets #photography #church
#Flat #Curve
#JanuArty #PoetrySnippets #photography #church
#Flat #Curve
Shadows reveal the brokenness within, the fractures others fail to see. There’s no Kintsugi here - for gold remains too rare, too costly an amount. Instead, darkness fills the cracks, a silent testament to what was lost & what remains.
#JanuArty #Broken #PoetrySnippets #Photography
#JanuArty #Broken #PoetrySnippets #Photography
January 26, 2025 at 7:45 PM
Shadows reveal the brokenness within, the fractures others fail to see. There’s no Kintsugi here - for gold remains too rare, too costly an amount. Instead, darkness fills the cracks, a silent testament to what was lost & what remains.
#JanuArty #Broken #PoetrySnippets #Photography
#JanuArty #Broken #PoetrySnippets #Photography
Today, I mourn. For what? I’m not sure. Nothing, yet everything. Peace & love, trampled underfoot in the climb to power. History repeated, driven by greed. Or perhaps, I grieve because I cannot rock a crying world to sleep.
Child’s labyrinth. Inner stones:But A Dream
+1 #JanuArty #PoetrySnippets
Child’s labyrinth. Inner stones:But A Dream
+1 #JanuArty #PoetrySnippets
January 23, 2025 at 5:02 PM
Today, I mourn. For what? I’m not sure. Nothing, yet everything. Peace & love, trampled underfoot in the climb to power. History repeated, driven by greed. Or perhaps, I grieve because I cannot rock a crying world to sleep.
Child’s labyrinth. Inner stones:But A Dream
+1 #JanuArty #PoetrySnippets
Child’s labyrinth. Inner stones:But A Dream
+1 #JanuArty #PoetrySnippets
Phantom suns - mirror our longing to hold the divine. But we only grasp at fragments whose sharp edges slice our souls & sear our spirits with pain.
#Stunday #Skyday #ArtYear #poetrysnippets
#Stunday #Skyday #ArtYear #poetrysnippets
April 6, 2025 at 1:18 PM
Phantom suns - mirror our longing to hold the divine. But we only grasp at fragments whose sharp edges slice our souls & sear our spirits with pain.
#Stunday #Skyday #ArtYear #poetrysnippets
#Stunday #Skyday #ArtYear #poetrysnippets
Safe within the harbor,
sails down in the sacred hush of setting sun, we see beauty in simply ‘being’ -
not the ‘journeying.’
Were we to measure another’s worth not by accomplishments,
but by a soul’s quiet gravity, our time together would be more gentle. #ArtYear #PoetrySnippets #FebuArty
sails down in the sacred hush of setting sun, we see beauty in simply ‘being’ -
not the ‘journeying.’
Were we to measure another’s worth not by accomplishments,
but by a soul’s quiet gravity, our time together would be more gentle. #ArtYear #PoetrySnippets #FebuArty
February 25, 2025 at 3:48 AM
Safe within the harbor,
sails down in the sacred hush of setting sun, we see beauty in simply ‘being’ -
not the ‘journeying.’
Were we to measure another’s worth not by accomplishments,
but by a soul’s quiet gravity, our time together would be more gentle. #ArtYear #PoetrySnippets #FebuArty
sails down in the sacred hush of setting sun, we see beauty in simply ‘being’ -
not the ‘journeying.’
Were we to measure another’s worth not by accomplishments,
but by a soul’s quiet gravity, our time together would be more gentle. #ArtYear #PoetrySnippets #FebuArty
But sometimes, I still feel invisible. Faded into the background.
Forget my brokenness bends unseen light into color.
Forget I am free.
Then I look into my eyes
and remember - I’m a sum.
Not a number.
Defined not by what once was,
but by the light that remains.
#PoetrySnippets #poetry #poem
Forget my brokenness bends unseen light into color.
Forget I am free.
Then I look into my eyes
and remember - I’m a sum.
Not a number.
Defined not by what once was,
but by the light that remains.
#PoetrySnippets #poetry #poem
February 18, 2025 at 6:29 AM
But sometimes, I still feel invisible. Faded into the background.
Forget my brokenness bends unseen light into color.
Forget I am free.
Then I look into my eyes
and remember - I’m a sum.
Not a number.
Defined not by what once was,
but by the light that remains.
#PoetrySnippets #poetry #poem
Forget my brokenness bends unseen light into color.
Forget I am free.
Then I look into my eyes
and remember - I’m a sum.
Not a number.
Defined not by what once was,
but by the light that remains.
#PoetrySnippets #poetry #poem
That day at Bloody Lane, a mother & son picnicked in the shade where blood once soaked the earth. Nature reclaims; life grows. Mourning & rejoicing intertwine. We gain sustenance from soil nourished by lives lost -unaware of our sacred & timeless interconnectedness.
#JanuArty #PoetrySnippets
#JanuArty #PoetrySnippets
January 23, 2025 at 4:43 PM
That day at Bloody Lane, a mother & son picnicked in the shade where blood once soaked the earth. Nature reclaims; life grows. Mourning & rejoicing intertwine. We gain sustenance from soil nourished by lives lost -unaware of our sacred & timeless interconnectedness.
#JanuArty #PoetrySnippets
#JanuArty #PoetrySnippets
An altered sky, but still a truth. Our eyes shape beauty to fit the world we know, but our souls & spirits know a different light born from what is endured, what is carried & what burns quietly beneath.
#ArtYear #Skyday #stunday #poetrysnippets
#ArtYear #Skyday #stunday #poetrysnippets
April 6, 2025 at 1:18 PM
An altered sky, but still a truth. Our eyes shape beauty to fit the world we know, but our souls & spirits know a different light born from what is endured, what is carried & what burns quietly beneath.
#ArtYear #Skyday #stunday #poetrysnippets
#ArtYear #Skyday #stunday #poetrysnippets
You watch the eclipse with shielded eyes as it becomes a fire-ringed monarch. While I, exiled to shadow, look through a pinhole to see the sun fractured into crescents & orbs. Ghosts that you don’t know exist.
#BlueSkyArtShow #Sunshine #ArtYear #PoetrySnippets
#BlueSkyArtShow #Sunshine #ArtYear #PoetrySnippets
March 15, 2025 at 6:17 PM
You watch the eclipse with shielded eyes as it becomes a fire-ringed monarch. While I, exiled to shadow, look through a pinhole to see the sun fractured into crescents & orbs. Ghosts that you don’t know exist.
#BlueSkyArtShow #Sunshine #ArtYear #PoetrySnippets
#BlueSkyArtShow #Sunshine #ArtYear #PoetrySnippets
January 29, 2026 at 6:24 AM
#Micropoetry #TinyPoems #ShortVerse
#PoetrySnippets #PocketPoetry #QuickVerse #MicroPoets
#MiniPoems #PoetryInLines #SmallButMightyPoems
#ShortAndSweetPoetry
#MinimalVerse
#ConcisePoetry
#BiteSizedPoems
#MicropoetryCommunity
#haiku
Oro e potere,
voci forti lo seguono –
ombra nel vento.
#PoetrySnippets #PocketPoetry #QuickVerse #MicroPoets
#MiniPoems #PoetryInLines #SmallButMightyPoems
#ShortAndSweetPoetry
#MinimalVerse
#ConcisePoetry
#BiteSizedPoems
#MicropoetryCommunity
#haiku
Oro e potere,
voci forti lo seguono –
ombra nel vento.
November 17, 2024 at 7:35 PM
#Micropoetry #TinyPoems #ShortVerse
#PoetrySnippets #PocketPoetry #QuickVerse #MicroPoets
#MiniPoems #PoetryInLines #SmallButMightyPoems
#ShortAndSweetPoetry
#MinimalVerse
#ConcisePoetry
#BiteSizedPoems
#MicropoetryCommunity
#haiku
Oro e potere,
voci forti lo seguono –
ombra nel vento.
#PoetrySnippets #PocketPoetry #QuickVerse #MicroPoets
#MiniPoems #PoetryInLines #SmallButMightyPoems
#ShortAndSweetPoetry
#MinimalVerse
#ConcisePoetry
#BiteSizedPoems
#MicropoetryCommunity
#haiku
Oro e potere,
voci forti lo seguono –
ombra nel vento.
Sotto il suo nome,
forti voci si alzano –
vento di folla.
#Micropoetry #TinyPoems #ShortVerse #PoetrySnippets #PocketPoetry #QuickVerse #MicroPoets #MiniPoems #PoetryInLines #SmallButMightyPoems #ShortAndSweetPoetry #MinimalVerse #ConcisePoetry #BiteSizedPoems #MicropoetryCommunity #haiku
forti voci si alzano –
vento di folla.
#Micropoetry #TinyPoems #ShortVerse #PoetrySnippets #PocketPoetry #QuickVerse #MicroPoets #MiniPoems #PoetryInLines #SmallButMightyPoems #ShortAndSweetPoetry #MinimalVerse #ConcisePoetry #BiteSizedPoems #MicropoetryCommunity #haiku
November 15, 2024 at 2:23 PM
Sotto il suo nome,
forti voci si alzano –
vento di folla.
#Micropoetry #TinyPoems #ShortVerse #PoetrySnippets #PocketPoetry #QuickVerse #MicroPoets #MiniPoems #PoetryInLines #SmallButMightyPoems #ShortAndSweetPoetry #MinimalVerse #ConcisePoetry #BiteSizedPoems #MicropoetryCommunity #haiku
forti voci si alzano –
vento di folla.
#Micropoetry #TinyPoems #ShortVerse #PoetrySnippets #PocketPoetry #QuickVerse #MicroPoets #MiniPoems #PoetryInLines #SmallButMightyPoems #ShortAndSweetPoetry #MinimalVerse #ConcisePoetry #BiteSizedPoems #MicropoetryCommunity #haiku
Sometimes i wish my father had killed me
Smothered me in my mother's stomach
Anything but this
Anything but
T h i s
🌷
#poetrysnippets #micropoetry #poetry
Smothered me in my mother's stomach
Anything but this
Anything but
T h i s
🌷
#poetrysnippets #micropoetry #poetry
November 17, 2025 at 10:47 PM
Sometimes i wish my father had killed me
Smothered me in my mother's stomach
Anything but this
Anything but
T h i s
🌷
#poetrysnippets #micropoetry #poetry
Smothered me in my mother's stomach
Anything but this
Anything but
T h i s
🌷
#poetrysnippets #micropoetry #poetry