Chirps and coos forage and flit
Soaring spirits arrive
#haiku #TodaysPoem
📷From my wife's walk
Chirps and coos forage and flit
Soaring spirits arrive
#haiku #TodaysPoem
📷From my wife's walk
(And when I myself read this poem, I often find myself becoming aware of that blessèd Hope from that frail and gaunt thrush ✨️)
the bike lanes
that were in
the road
and which
you were probably
using
to get to work
Forgive me
they were delicious
so crunchy
and so cold
your scarf
in my
life and
come back
later for
it."
For M by Mikko Harvey www.foundryjournal.com/harvey.html
Oh, thank you for this amazing #TodaysPoem choice, @pearlpoet.bsky.social!
your scarf
in my
life and
come back
later for
it."
For M by Mikko Harvey www.foundryjournal.com/harvey.html
Oh, thank you for this amazing #TodaysPoem choice, @pearlpoet.bsky.social!
- Prince of Fire/Prince by Jane Mead
www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazi... @poetryfoundation.bsky.social
#TodaysPoem #SundaySentence
- Prince of Fire/Prince by Jane Mead
www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazi... @poetryfoundation.bsky.social
#TodaysPoem #SundaySentence
The new world of the free.
Now freedom is afraid and shrieks
At tyranny."
-Archibald MacLeish (1892-1982), from Brave New World
#TodaysPoem #PoetrySky
The new world of the free.
Now freedom is afraid and shrieks
At tyranny."
-Archibald MacLeish (1892-1982), from Brave New World
#TodaysPoem #PoetrySky
man has yet to create, like a lake
made of thumbtacks
or a satellite made of flies."
#TodaysPoem #poetry
No Owe by Benjamin Niespodziany (@neonpajamas.bsky.social) (2026 @bulbregion.bsky.social) bulbregion.com/Two-Poems-by...
man has yet to create, like a lake
made of thumbtacks
or a satellite made of flies."
#TodaysPoem #poetry
No Owe by Benjamin Niespodziany (@neonpajamas.bsky.social) (2026 @bulbregion.bsky.social) bulbregion.com/Two-Poems-by...
#SundaySentence #Poetry
#SundaySentence from “Perhaps the World Ends Here” by Joy Harjo.
poetryfoundation.org/poems/49622/pe… @poetryfoundation.bsky.social #TodaysPoeme#poeme#poetryry
#SundaySentence from “Perhaps the World Ends Here” by Joy Harjo.
poetryfoundation.org/poems/49622/pe… @poetryfoundation.bsky.social #TodaysPoeme#poeme#poetryry
No Hope says the scroll
No says I — there must be
Fool, cave dweller
Says the abyss
You shall see
No Hope says the scroll
No says I — there must be
Fool, cave dweller
Says the abyss
You shall see
Each that we lose takes part of us;
A crescent still abides,
Which like the moon, some turbid night,
Is summoned by the tides.
- Emily Dickinson
Each that we lose takes part of us;
A crescent still abides,
Which like the moon, some turbid night,
Is summoned by the tides.
- Emily Dickinson
Grief After Grief After Grief After Grief by Billy-Ray Belcourt from This Wound is a World (2016 Frontenac House) www.frontenachouse.com/product/this...
Grief After Grief After Grief After Grief by Billy-Ray Belcourt from This Wound is a World (2016 Frontenac House) www.frontenachouse.com/product/this...
Child of the way,
I leave at last—
a willow on the other shore.
~Benseki
Japanese Death Poems
Written by Zen Monks and Haiku Poets on the Verge of Death
Child of the way,
I leave at last—
a willow on the other shore.
~Benseki
Japanese Death Poems
Written by Zen Monks and Haiku Poets on the Verge of Death
"Alas for those that never sing,
But die with all their music in them..."
- Oliver Wendell Holmes, The Voiceless (1858)
[+]
Guy Rose. Poppy Field. 1910.
"Alas for those that never sing,
But die with all their music in them..."
- Oliver Wendell Holmes, The Voiceless (1858)
[+]
Guy Rose. Poppy Field. 1910.
If you're a Canadian poet and I've missed you, comment below, and I'll add.
(Also, if I made a mistake in adding you to the list, let me know, and I'll remove you!)
Please share so folks coming to Bluesky can find their people!
go.bsky.app/JbjXoTN
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief."
--The Peace of Wild Things
Wendell Berry
#TodaysPoem
#Booksky
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief."
--The Peace of Wild Things
Wendell Berry
#TodaysPoem
#Booksky
"I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one..."
- Edna St. Vincent Millay (Afternoon on a Hill)
[+]
From my wife's walk today:
"I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one..."
- Edna St. Vincent Millay (Afternoon on a Hill)
[+]
From my wife's walk today: